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The dinner was abundant, and though it seemed to us incongruous at the time, we were not twelve hours older when we looked back upon it with longing. On the table were hot biscuit, ham, pork, and green beans, apple-sauce, blackberry preserves, cucumbers, coffee, plenty of milk, honey, and apple and blackberry pie. Here we had our first experience, and I may say new sensation, of "honey on pie."
Minced veal or chicken in the place of ham, is equally as good and many prefer it. Break off the end that grew to the vine, drawing off at the same time the string upon the edge; repeat the same process from the other end; cut them with a sharp knife into pieces half an inch long, and boil them in just enough water to cover them.
We seem to be in the position of the king of vaudeville. If we had some ham we'd have some ham and eggs if we had some eggs." "You may joke, but I am not made of iron!" he cried. "And what can we do but die?" I demanded. "Do you think there is any chance of our getting out of this? Take it like a man.
But the sea never troubling me, I took the opportunity of having a good square meal in the saloon, got the steward to put a couple of cold fowls and some ham and bread into a parcel, and within half an hour of the steamer touching Dieppe quay I was heading out towards Paris, with my new search-light shining far ahead, and giving such a streak of brilliancy that a newspaper could be read by it half a mile away.
The remains of the night's revel lay on the larger table and the serving tables: a half empty silver dish of terrapin, caked over with cold grease; portion of a ham with the bone showing; empty and partly filled glasses and china cups from which the toddies and eggnog had been drunk.
And having uttered this scientific prediction, which was listened to with the greatest deference by Peter Dillon, the Rev. Joseph Armstrong turned his attention to the ham and tea.
Do you hear what I say?" "I heard you bother the ham." "Before that?" "Something about a mask, was it?" "Give me back my hair," she demanded. "No, no," I said hastily, "not that! I won't ask again." "Promise." "I promise." When I had finished the plaiting, I tied the ends with a piece of ribbon which she produced, kissed them, and sat down in the grass at her feet.
But to-day he did not take his nap. He went out at once to "raise the wind." But there was a dead calm everywhere. In vain he asked for an advance at the office of the Mile End Mirror, to which he contributed scathing leaderettes about vestrymen. In vain he trudged to the City and offered to write the Ham and Eggs Gazette an essay on the modern methods of bacon-curing.
Mr Benson; too, he could not be idle, so he cut two great wedges out of a raised pork pie, and placed in the boys' plates pie that looked all of a rich marble jelly, veined with snow-white fat, and so tempting after some hours' ramble in the woods. "I ham glad thou came, bairns," said Mrs Benson, kissing her visitors in the most motherly way imaginable.
His eyes were big with the wonder of the place. "It surely is a treat to him, isn't it?" asked Mr. Allen. "Yes, and to us all," replied Ham. "I just wonder what some city people would think of it. When I get old, fellows, I'm going to find me some such a little canyon as this and live out my life in it. I don't believe a fellow could ever think a mean thought out here, could he?
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