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rules "the commissary," as the 

 camp kitchen is called, as su- 

 premely as ever the Empress 

 Dowager ruled Peking. It is 

 stern and simple fare he gives us 

 soup and rice and canned corn 

 and tomatoes, fresh meat occa- 

 sionally, trout in abundance, hard- 

 tack, bacon, dried prunes and figs, 

 and, on high days and holidays, a 

 white pasty pudding, with infre- 

 quent raisins scattered through it, 

 which the irreverent have nick- 

 named " Wall-paperer's Delight." 

 Our party is made up of lawyers, 

 doctors, college professors, high 

 school teachers, and occasionally 

 a rancher, business man, or min- 

 ister. There are even more tem- 

 peraments and points of view than 

 occupations. The mountains seem 

 to mean something different to 

 each one. There is my nephew, 

 the Fisherman he values each 

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