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me on pork, and trout, and ducks, till I am tired of 

 them, and get no nourishment from the endless repe- 

 tition." 



"I have made a beautiful omelet this morning, 

 and it will be ruined." 



"Then make me another we have plenty of 

 eggs or I will make it for myself." 



" But you will miss the morning's fishing." 



" I do not care. I. have caught trout enough to 

 last my lifetime, and I will have a little rest." 



With that he turned over, incontinently went to 

 sleep, and no efforts on our parts, nor shouts from 

 the guides, who with delight imitated the cry with 

 which he had been accustomed to wake them, 

 could rouse him till eleven o'clock. Apparently 

 much refreshed, he eat a light lunch preparatory to 

 a more substantial dinner, the hour for which had 

 almost arrived. Getting up at eleven o'clock in the 

 woods is equivalent to sleeping till four in the after- 

 noon in the city. 



Somewhat moved by his complaints, and having 

 plenty of leisure-time, I devoted myself to providing 

 for dinner the best our larder afforded : soup made 

 from preserved vegetables furnishing the first 

 course ; trout, larded and fried, the second ; broiled 

 duck, garnished with thin pieces Of pork, the third ; 

 and such entremets as boiled rice, chow-chow, and 

 the like, closing with a dessert of that remarkable 

 and ill-named preparation called corn-starch, one of 

 the most valuable discoveries for the city-bred ex- 

 plorer of the woods. 



