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I took no baggage, my entire wardrobe being tucked 

 away in the lining of my overcoat, which I converted 

 into a pocket by ripping it loose at the top. Now a 

 carpet-bag and a roll of blankets were necessary to each 

 man. Then a single tin pan furnished our entire kitchen 

 and table furniture. Now Martin packed away two 

 frying-pans, one gridiron, a noseless tea-kettle, ditto coffee- 

 pot, a rusty tin basin a-piece for our tea, the same number 

 of black tin plates, with knives and forks to match. 

 Then some Indian-meal for johnny-cake, and a piece of 

 pork to cook our trout with, supplied our commissary 

 department. Now twenty-five pounds of pork, the same 

 quantity of Indian-meal and wheat-flour, bread and bis- 

 cuits, soda and cream of tartar, West India and maple 

 sugar, Worcestershire sauce and currant jelly, tea and 

 chocolate, were stowed away together, filling a cham- 

 pagne-basket full. I regarded these preparations for a 

 while in dumb amazement, and finally protested against 

 this needless luxury and downright extravagance. My 

 companions, who had never before been in the woods, 

 looked incredulous. They had been congratulating 

 themselves on the snug and contracted space to which 

 things had been reduced. " Well," said I, "don't ask 



me to back that vile assemblage of old tinware over the 



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