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McChesney," said Colonel Clark to Polly Ann, "you look as if you could make johnny-cake. Have you any meal?" "That I have," cried Polly Ann, "though it's fair mouldy. Davy, run and fetch it." I ran to the pack on the sorrel mare. When I returned Mr. Clark said: "That seems a handy boy, Mrs. McChesney." "Handy!" cried Polly Ann, "I reckon he's more than handy.
The "old man" has the shakes, so the woman has all to do; throws more wood on the fire and fans it with her apron; cuts rashers of bacon, runs out to the hen-coop and brings in new-laid eggs; mixes a johnny-cake and sets it in a pan upon the embers. While the supper is cooking the rain subsides to a sprinkle, and the travelers look at the surroundings of this pioneer household.
McChesney," said Colonel Clark to Polly Ann, "you look as if you could make johnny-cake. Have you any meal?" "That I have," cried Polly Ann, "though it's fair mouldy. Davy, run and fetch it." I ran to the pack on the sorrel mare. When I returned Mr. Clark said: "That seems a handy boy, Mrs. McChesney." "Handy!" cried Polly Ann, "I reckon he's more than handy.
Despite the dilatory and absent-minded procedure of the young man, by the time Prudence came out to call him in to the breakfast of fried pork and johnny-cake, the chores were done, and afterwards he had only to concern himself with his toilet. He stood a long time gazing ruefully at his coat, so sadly threadbare and white in the seams.
And I motioned Murphy into the house and sat down on an old plough to wait. Through the open door I could see the two big riflemen plying spoon and knife, while Beacraft picked furtively at his johnny-cake, eyes travelling restlessly from Mount to Murphy, from Sir George to the wooden stairway.
Horace was the first to observe it, and he hastened to change the subject by saying his johnny-cake was so thin he could cut it with a pair of scissors. By that time Prudy's tears had slyly dropped upon her napkin, and she would have recovered her spirits if Aunt Louise had not remarked carelessly, "Seems to me our little poetess is rather melancholy this morning."
He rose and offered her a chair, which she accepted, highly flattered. "It must seem warm to you down here, Captain?" she remarked, as she took a seat beside him. "It does. I wouldn't need to suffer it if you were doing business in Cripple. I can't leave go your Johnny-cake and pie; 'tis the kind that mother didn't make for she was Irish."
I'm Frank Thompson, all the way from `down east. I've been through the mill, ground and bolted, and come out a regular-built down-east johnny-cake, when it's hot, d -d good, but when it's cold, d -d sour and indigestible; and you'll find me so! The latter part of this harangue made a strong impression, and the ``down-east johnny-cake'' became a byword for the rest of the voyage, and on the coast of California, after our arrival.
What's that 'I ween' mean?" "Now, Keith Burton, this beatin' the bush like this don't do one mite of good. You might jest as well out with it first as last. Now, what is it you want?" Keith drew a long sigh. "Well, Susan, there IS something a little something only I meant what I said about the johnny-cake and the rhymes; truly, I did." "Well?" Susan was smiling faintly.
Our small supply of water only tantalised, without satisfying us whenever we took a mouthful. We now found we had nothing to eat, at least nothing cooked, and we had to sacrifice a drop of our stock of water to make a Johnny-cake.
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