The chief article in this
provision was fifteen pounds of flour; four dozen eggs he carried
in one pound of egg powder; twenty-eight pounds of potatoes in
four pounds of the dehydrated article; four pounds of onions in a
quarter of a pound of the concentration, and so on through the
list.
He laughed a little grimly as he thought of this concentrated
efficiency in the pack on his shoulders. In a curious sort of way
it reminded him of other days, and he wondered what some of his
old-time friends would say if he could, by some magic endowment,
assemble them here for a feast on the trail. He wondered
especially what Mignon Davenport would say--and do. P-f-f-f! He
could see the blue-blooded horror in her aristocratic face! That
wind from over the Barren would curdle the life in her veins. She
would shrivel up and die. He considered himself a fairly good
judge in the matter, for once upon a time he thought that he was
going to marry her. Strange why he should think of her now, he
told himself; but for all that he could not get rid of her for a
time.
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