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them about like footballs, although over eighty pounds 
in weight. An alcohol-case, strongly iron-bound, was 
dashed into small fragments, and a tin can of liquor 
mashed and twisted almost into a ball. The claws of 
THE CACHE DESTROYED. 
the beast had perforated the metal, and torn it up as 
with a cold chisel. 
“ They were too dainty for salt meats: ground coffee 
they had an evident relish for: old canvas was a favor¬ 
ite for some reason or other; even our flag, which had 
been reared ‘to take possession’ of the waste, was 
gnawed down to the very staff. They had made a 
regular frolic of it; rolling our bread-barrels over the 
