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So the result really was that the money received by me, as a soldier, was what later enabled me to qualify as a lawyer. I have heretofore said in these reminiscences that the great "stand-bys" in the way of the food of the soldiers of the western armies were coffee, sow-belly, Yankee beans, and hardtack.
Why, he'd be real welcome in my shack. He'd want for nothing, and I'd look after him same as well, not perhaps as well as you could, but I'd do my best. Y'see, Eve, I like the boy. And, and his very weakness makes me want to help him. You know he'd get good food. I'm rather particular about my food, and I cook it myself. He'd have eggs for breakfast, and good bacon, not sow-belly.
Since Sam was the only white man who did not patronize the place, he had to submit to be held up on the road half a dozen times a day while they forced him to listen to the details of the last wonderful meal at Bela's. "No bannock and sow-belly; no, sir! Real raised outside bread and genuine cow-butter from the mission. Green stuff from the mission garden.
The outfit ate its "sow-belly," soda-biscuit, and coffee three times a day, and smoked its pipes, but was a little shy on yarns round the camp-fire. "This yere outfit don’t lather none," commented the cook to the horse-wrangler, over the smoke of an early morning fire. "Don’t lather no more than a chunk of wood," agreed the horse-wrangler. "That’s the trouble with a picked-up outfit like this.
Y'see, they kids needs nourishin', an' that orter fix them 'bout right. I don't know 'bout them new sides o' sow-belly Minky's jest had in. Seems to me they'll likely need teeth eatin' that. Seein' you ain't a heap at fixin' beans right, we best cut that line right out though I 'lows there's elegant nourishin' stuff in 'em for bosses. Best get a can o' crackers an' some cheese.
Now I was fixed. I went ashore, and down the river for a short distance to a spring I knew of, that bubbled from the ground near the foot of a big beech tree. It did not take long to build a little fire and make coffee in my oyster can of a quart's capacity, with a wire bale attachment. Then a slice of sow-belly was toasted on a stick, the outer skin of the onions removed and dinner was ready.
And when I turned from these musings upon the bill of fare they would have at home to contemplate the dreary realities of my own possible dinner for the day my oyster can full of coffee and a quarter ration of hardtack and sow-belly comprised the menu.
At first the thoughts run on with a tangle and jangle, a turmoil almost of madness ... then they quiet down into the peace that only a hermitage gives and the objects of life are seen in their true relativity and perspective. My diet was one of sow-belly, bread, and coffee, and what fish I caught in the sluggish, muddy stream.... Saturday, toward sunset, I heard a whooping in the woods.
He leans both elbows on the counter, you swing your feet, and together you go over the list, while the Indian stands smoky and silent in the background. "Now, if I was you," says he, "I'd take just a little more pork. You won't be eatin' so much yourself, but these Injuns ain't got no bottom when it comes to sow-belly. And I wouldn't buy all that coffee.
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