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Show IOJ. Bill got up to boil some horse meat for Little morning Bill's/broth. He took the ends of the tenderlin and put them in xrater. Bill had cut steaks for the miners from it, and, although they xrere rather tough and sweetish, they'd all eaten them. "None of this horse meat is going to taste very good but xre can eat it and it looks as though Little Bill will drink broth made from the liver and carrots if he doesn't get bread and honey first," Bill said, The next night Bill undressed him and looked him over carefully. He might be a little better-not xrorse anyway. Bill talked to Olaf again asking if he thought the baby could digest the broxmed garlic and onions in the gravy that the miners liked. Olaf shook his head. "Bill, the Indians alxiays eat those early medicine greens raxr. Give it to him just the xflay you did last night-even put a little of the garlic pulp in his broth." Every day Bill cooked up the broth xrith carrots and liver, then mashed the garlic in it just before he gave it to Little Bill to drink. He had a good supply of dried garlic. It grexr xrell in the short season here and dried and stored right would keep all xrinter. Sunny xrould say to Little Bill, "Don't breath at me kid. What you been eatin' huh?" Little Bill xrould stick his face out to him as if |