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I say, and I fear no contradiction when I say it, that John Barclay is a marvel a living wonder in point of fact. And if Bob Hendricks wants to come back here and live on the succulent and classic bean and the luscious, and I may say tempting, flapjack, let him come, Molly Farquhar Culpepper, let him come." The colonel, proud of his language, looked around the family circle.
At this Eudora gave him the wealth of her eyes, and her mother reached across two of the glowering suitors and dropped a hot flapjack on his plate. "Who sez that she air likely to yield a million any day?" inquired Ben Swift, openly flouting such prophecy. "Yes, who sez it?" inquired Hawks and Taylor, joining forces for the overthrow of the common enemy.
Flapjacks are good with butter, delicious with creamy maple-sugar soft enough to spread smoothly over the butter. The sugar comes in cans. Ordinary maple-syrup can be used, but is apt to drip over the edges if the cake is held in the hand. Well-cooked cold rice mixed with the batter will give a delicate griddle-cake and make a change from the regular flapjack. =Biscuits=
After opening a can of corned beef with the axe, he fried half a dozen thick slices of bacon, set the frying-pan back, and boiled the coffee. From the grub-box he resurrected the half of a cold heavy flapjack. He looked at it dubiously, and shot a quick glance at her. Then he threw the sodden thing out of doors and dumped the contents of a sea-biscuit bag upon a camp cloth.
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. Perhaps Wilbur had disappeared merely to play a practical jest on her; but that supposition was too childish to be retained an instant.
His companion glanced at the frying-pan. "A scrap of rancid pork, and a very small flapjack burnt at that! To think that human intelligence and man's force of will should be powerless without a sufficiency of such pitiable things. It's humiliating." Then, with a grimace of disgust, he stretched out his hand for the blackened pannikin.
I expect I'd better set one of these suffragette ladies on yore trail." "Don't you, Clay," blushed Johnnie. "I ain't no ladies' man. They make me take to the tall timber when I see 'em comin'." "That ain't hardly fair to them, and you the best flapjack artist in Graham County." "Sho! I don't make no claims, old sock. Mebbe I'm handy with a fry-pan, mebbe I ain't.
I had thought the cook was rehearsing the proper method of turning a flapjack. Silently, lost in thought, he stood there scratching his head. Then he began rolling down his sleeves. "You'd better get your things on, Miss, and we'll get out of here," he decided. "Wrap up warm." I heard her heave a little sigh of relief as she went to get her cloak, sweater, and hat.
He takes a stick of giant powder, puts cap and fuse on it, lights it careful, jabs it in a frame for a candle, and trots for outdoors with the car never knowin' anything onusual had took place. Just as I slapped the last flapjack and straightened up to yell, 'Come and get it! here come Pete and the car like magic right acrosst the creek, followed by the most dust I ever see in my life.
"I reckon somethin's powerful wrong, Mr. Trask," he whispered. "You get out of here and go to bed," said Trask. "And don't show a light for any reason until you have orders to." "I got to be up early to make flapjack batter fo' yo' all," was Doc's reply. "I reckon I'll have to have a light in the galley and the fire goin' right smart long befo' the chickens is crowin' fo' day."
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