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He had probably returned to the more congenial society at the Assommoir, and someone said he might stay in the street; certainly no one would go after him, but just as they had swallowed the soup Coupeau appeared bearing two pots, one under each arm a balsam and a wallflower. All the guests clapped their hands.
The Panther lighted a fire, Karnes chipped off some dried beef, and in a few minutes they had a fine soup, which Ned ate with relish. He sat with his back against a tree and his strength returned rapidly. "I guess you can talk now, Ned," said Obed White. "You can tell us how you got away from the Alamo, and where you've been all the time."
Then he too went with his head bowed and staggering a little in his walk. Next Anscombe rose and limped off into his room, I following him. "Well, young man," I said, "you have put us all in the soup now and no mistake." "Yes, Allan, I am afraid I have. But on the whole don't you think it rather interesting soup so many unexpected ingredients, you see!" "Interesting soup! Unexpected ingredients!"
After the hymn, Wright announced that he had ordered eighty gallons of soup some facetious gentleman suggesting, "That's about a gallon apiece" and he hoped all would get enough. Probably about 100 guests had by this time assembled, and each was provided with a white basin, which was filled by Ned and his assistants, with soup from a washing jug.
Mary waited on them. "I wonder what's the matter with Aunt Esmerelda to-night," said Grandpa after the soup. "These potatoes aren't done, and the roast is burned." "I think she was frightened at something in the cellar," said Hortense. "What's that?" Grandpa questioned, and Hortense told him of the noise and the candle going out. "A rat probably," said Grandpa. "Weren't you frightened?"
The snowy table with its silver dishes and graceful centre-piece of hot-house blooms, the crystal sparkling in the rosy glow cast by silken-shaded, massively carved lamps, the perfect, noiseless serving, and the bright conversation which flowed freely, little hindered by the different courses of soup and fish, and game and ices conversation about things that were happening in the world which seemed to be growing larger every minute, apt allusions by Mr Davis, lively sallies by Belle, and quotations by Russell from authors who seemed to be household friends, so highly were they held in reverence.
Along the larger streams fish was an important article of food, but in other places, acorns, pine nuts, and roots constituted the main supplies. The acorns were ground in stone mortars and made into soup or into a kind of bread. These Indians have often been called Diggers because they depended so largely for their living upon the roots which they dug.
There was not one among them who had not given him a piece of bread, or a bowl of soup, when he was hungry; not one of them had ever refused him a night's rest on the straw in his barn, when it was raining or freezing, and the poor fellow wanted a shelter. For Cocoleu was one of those unfortunate beings who labor under a grievous physical or moral deformity.
"I never imagined anything half so fascinating; and I haven't even seen the temple yet. Mr. Stanley, do stay and dine with us. Our cook-boy is quite good." "All except his soup," put in Diana, "and he is only good at that in the sense of making it out of nothing.
Now I shall just sink that bucket in the clear, cool water so as the soup stuff keeps good. There we are, and those bits o' clean coral to keep 'em down. Now I washes my hands in that little bit of a rock basin and they aren't a bit messy; dries 'em in the hot sand, and now what do you say to trying for a bit o' fish?" "Capital," cried Carey, excitedly.
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