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The trappers looked at the speaker, who was 

 talking Greek (to them). They thought the 

 bourgeois were making fun, and did not half like 

 it, so answered simply, " Wagh ! h *s full of hosh- 

 posh and porter." 



Two large wagons presently came up, escorted 

 by some eight or ten stout Missourians. Sub- 

 lette was amongst the number, well known as a 

 mountain trader, and under whose guidance the 

 present party, which formed a pleasure expedition 

 at the expense of a Scotch sportsman, was lei- 

 surely making its way across the mountains to the 

 Columbia. As several mountaineers were in com- 

 pany, Killbuck and La Bonte recognized more than 

 one friend, and the former and Sublette were old 

 campaneros. As soon as the animals were un- 

 hitched, and camp formed on the banks of the 

 creek, a black cook set about preparing a meal. 

 Our two trapping friends looked on with astonish- 

 ment as the sable functionary drew from the 

 wagon the different articles he required to furnish 

 forth a feed. Hams, tongues, tins of preserved 

 meats, bottles of pickles, of porter, brandy, coffee, 

 sugar, flour, were tumbled promiscuously on the 

 prairie; whilst pots and pans, knives, forks, 

 spoons, plates, &c. &c., displayed their unfamiliar 

 faces to the mountaineers. " Hosh-posh and por- 

 ter " did not now appear such Utopian articles as 

 they had first imagined ; but no one but those who 

 have lived for years on simple meat and water, 



