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"I traveled light, expecting to find entertainment among the natives. Here is what I have left." He showed me a crumpled buckwheat flapjack, a pinch of tea, and a couple of ounces of brandy. "I was saving them for the last extremity; have had nothing to eat since yesterday morning. Drink the brandy, please; it came from Montreal." "No, my boy, that liquor goes down your own throat instanter.
She stayed up after everybody else had retired and washed every pot and pan and plate, and set her bread to rise for morning, and stirred up a big pitcher of flapjack flour to rise over night, peeled potatoes to fry, leaving them in cold water so they would not turn black, and set the long table fresh for breakfast. Laura ran down in her bathing suit.
As all things must come at last, so did Nicolas. He carried a tray and was followed by a second servant, bringing another. The tortillas proved to be, as Harry put it, "a cross between a biscuit and flapjack." The frijoles were just plain boiled beans, which had evidently been cooked on some other day, and were now mushy.
Patriots who had long been known for an indomitable resolution to support their friends, openly abandoned their claims on the rewards of the little wheel, and went over to the enemy; and this, too, without recourse to the mysteries of the "flapjack."
"Don't forget that we've another cause for rejoicing in the possession of a most delightful stock of things to eat," interrupted Steve, sagely, "as well as a real biscuit and flapjack chef who's willing to lay himself out to the limit for the good of his chums." The rest of the day proved all that could be desired.
It was a bountiful repast, with Ah Foon, the Chinese cook, coming to the door every few minutes to see for himself if the flapjack plates did not need replenishing. "We are going to get our ponies first of all," Rhoda announced. "Oh! I am so hungry for a ride a good ride again." "But, goodness! don't we have to be fitted to them?" demanded Bess, the incorrigible.
The appellation for such bread is "flapjack" or "dough-god." When I did the baking they were fearfully and wonderfully made. Cocoa, which was nourishing, often took the place of coffee. In fact our systems craved just what was most needed to build up muscle and create heat. We found it was useless to try to catch fish after the weather became cold. The fish would not bite.
So we would make a batter out of flour, water, grease, and salt, and cook it in a mess pan, the product being the army "flapjack." It invariably was tough as a mule's ear, about as heavy as lead, and very indigestible. Later we learned to construct ovens of wood, daubed with mud, or of stone, and in them, in the course of time, we acquired the knack of baking good bread.
Whatever man or demon had done this work evidently intended that she should ride Wilbur's beautiful bay. Yes, for when she went closer, drawn by her wonder, she found that the stirrups had been much shortened. Nothing was forgotten by this invisible caretaker; he had even left out the cooking-tins, and she found a little batter of flapjack flour mixed. The riddle was too great for solving.
Travennes was the leader of the local vigilantes came to his assistance and he was sure that the captain had a hand in the change. All these points existed in misty groups in his mind, but the next remark of the landlord caused them to rush together and reveal the plot. "Good," said the landlord, flopping another flapjack, "and a warnin' to hoss thieves. "Ahem," coughed Mr.
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