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Show -4-6, £-if they brought in another today he'd have one to stuff for each of them. To-night they'd a l l go in to Blue Burg and celebrate the holiday eve. Now he started to make a honey cake. He had some cinnamon, a few dried wild grapes and he remembered a bottle of pisco brandy he'd brought back from Sacramento-that would keep i t moist as xrell as giving i t flavor. He wished he had Sometimes some eggs./in the spring out hunting he'd find nests of sage hen eggs in the long grass. :£~ETIf they looked fresh, he'd steal a couple, and the next morning they'd have pancakes. The cabin now was filled with the smell of sweet baking cake. Never in his life though had he been so pestered with flies and wasps. He had a piece of flexible tin he'd tied to a stick. He'd grab it and go to the window first, but, before he'd finish with the rest of the room, the large sluggish blow flies would "be buzzing again at the windoxr. "Damn things, "he shouted and whacked amy at them. Little Bill woke up and looked at him puzzled. "That wasn't for you little guy. You wait next year I'll keep these flies out if I have to cover this whole cabin three layers thick!" The baby still looked seriously at Bill, so he started over to comfort him when he saw a wasp he thought he'd just killed crawling towards the crib and he lashed out at it mashing it into the floor with his swat. "Ahhh.I've really scared you now. It's all right." Bill smiled at the baby and reached over to the table and |
