Capitolo 13
a sportsman that goes to the woods as light as possible--gives me a
saucepan that fries, coffee's pot, cup of can and a base of cake, of the pepper and salt,
of the matches, an ax of field to cut browse for my bed and my trusted
rifle with which to provide the game, and I guarantee her I can get along as
well as the individual that a package-horse of his does, and hands all the son-in-laws
of canned good on the door."
"That seems entirely well mighty in theory, but there is a little mighty
practical sense around him. A cover is the better friend of the camper of a coolness
night; and even if he is fortunate enough to shoot enough ready to satisfy his
lacks, he will become of a diet ill in a short duration. I should know
anything around him, for me I have tried him both the ways", declared Frank.
"Yes", tall and steep Bluff to this connection stormed, "and you wait and he/she see if Jerry
you don't eat his/her action of every blessed thing we package in--he won't refuse
a dish. He is satisfied completely to turn on his/her nose to others bringing
loads, while he free goes; but, to the same duration, he eats a quarter of
the every time of grub."
Frank and Will, laughed at heart to this in which they was joined
from Nellie Langdon and Violet Milton.
"Pshaw!" Jerry done pranks, becoming some red to the same duration "if others
it is foolish enough to make package-horses of them, and it throws all this way
things in the primordial wild region, because, I am clearly, prepared for helping
you clear him of them when the time comes; purely out of good-heartedness, You
sees, for him their lighter of loads ago. Only you allow to fall that subject, boys and
put down me for a bottle of syrup of maple; for when Frank gives us some of
those famous flapjackses around which him so often us it is said we should have the
what correct to go with them."
Then they talked the thing ended by to start to end, and it looked as if
the team Frank was waited for to hock you/he/she would have their job cut for them,
throwing all this stuff of field on the roads to the point over the head