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are two slices of bread half an inch thick, a slice of 

 cheese of nearly the same thickness, and a handful of 

 sultana raisins. The raisins supply what bread and 

 cheese lack ; they play the same part that cranberries do 

 in pemmican, that nasty, and otherwise scarcely eatable 

 food of Arctic travellers. The luncheon rations that I 

 advocate are compact, and require nothing besides 

 water to afford a satisfactory and sustaining midday 

 meal. If sultanas cannot be got, common raisins will 

 do ; lumps of sugar make a substitute, but a very 

 imperfect one. 



We frequently enjoyed the hospitality of the Head- 

 master of Harrow and his wife. One delightful way of 

 spending Sunday in those days was to walk to Harrow 

 along what was then a comparatively countrified road, to 

 take afternoon tea at the house of my wife's mother, 

 Mrs. Butler, who resided on the outskirts of Harrow, 

 to go to the evening service at the School Chapel, 

 to have a good square tea-supper at the Head- 

 master's, presided over by his attractive wife (nee 

 Elliot), where interesting people were nearly always 

 present ; afterwards to walk or rail home in the 

 evening, usually with a companion. 



