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Updated: May 8, 2025
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.
I've seen life-time friends go in there campin' and come out enemies each one sittin' on his own grub-box and not speakin'. But it don't look as if we was goin' to have any serious trouble they're nice people." "And they think the world of me," Wallie reiterated. "I've been thinkin' I could lose the horses for two or three days and that would count up considerable.
They left their stove and tent and grub-box behind, planning to make a road-house every night except during the long jump from the Imnachuck to Crooked River. They argued that it was worth a hundred dollars to sleep once under the open sky. The fruits of that sporting enterprise were bitter; the trader won his bet, but he never cashed it in.
The little man was eying the grub-box wolfishly. Throwing back the cover, Ambrose offered him a cold bannock. "Here," he said. "Eat and tell me." Alexander without a word turned and scrambled up the bank and disappeared, clutching the loaf to his breast. The white man shouted after him without effect. He left the precious pelt behind him. Ambrose shrugged philosophically. "You never can tell."
A wave leaped over the bow, falling in the dugout like a barrowful of stones. Sam sprang to a sitting position. He thought the end had come. The dugout staggered drunkenly under the additional load. But Bela's face was still unmoved. "Lean over," she commanded, nodding toward the little pile of baggage between them. "Under the blankets, in the top of the grub-box, my tea-pail."
They served their meal on their grub-box, sitting on Messner's grub-box and facing him. He had stretched out on his bunk to rest, lying on his side, his head on his arm. In the close quarters it was as though the three were together at table. "What part of the States do you come from?" Messner asked. "San Francisco," answered the doctor. "I've been in here two years, though."
The singer, clean-faced and cheery-eyed, bent over and added water to a pot of simmering beans, and then, rising, a stick of firewood in hand, drove back the circling dogs from the grub-box and cooking-gear. He was blue of eye, and his long hair was golden, and it was a pleasure to look upon his lusty freshness.
Meanwhile, we'll pack up the grub-box." Garth and Natalie smiled at each other. There was nothing very alarming about this. "Will you have a pipe of baccy now, Tom Lillywhite?" the same voice resumed. "Thanks, old man, don't mind if I do! Is there any cut? No? Well shave it close." There was a pause here, while the speaker presumably filled his pipe.
We don't go out of our way to be uncomfortable; that is the tenderfoot's pet weakness. The "kitchen-box" and the "grub-box" sit shoulder to shoulder in the back of the wagon.
The wagon was loaded only with a well-stocked "grub-box," the few necessary camp cooking utensils, blankets and canvas tarpaulin, with rolled barley and bales of hay for the team, and two water barrels empty. Hanging by its canvas strap from the spring of the driver's seat was a large, cloth-covered canteen.
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