Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
swelling out here and there with many of the little hillocks which
people say are ancient tombs. And no trees at all, but only bare
turf, so that one could see a great way off. But there was no sign
of man anywhere: no smoke in the comb at my feet; no shepherd on
the hill. At this juncture of our fortunes any stranger might be an
enemy; therefore I returned, but so far well pleased.
Barnaby was now awake, and was inspecting the basket of provisions.
'Sister,' he said, 'we must go upon half rations for breakfast; but
I hope, unless my skill fails, to bring you something better for
supper. The bread you shall have, and mother. The bacon may keep
till to-morrow. The cider you had better keep against such times
as you feel worn out and want a cordial, though a glass of Nantz
were better, if Nantz grew in the woods.' He looked around as if to
see whether a miracle would not provide him with a flask of strong
drink, but, seeing none, shook his head.
'As for me,' he went on, 'I am a sailor, and I understand how to
forage. Therefore, yesterday, foreseeing that the provisions might
give out, I dropped the shank of the ham into my pocket. Now you
shall see.'
He produced this delicate morsel, and, sitting down, began to gnaw
and to bite into the bone with his strong teeth, exactly like a dog.
This he continued, with every sign of satisfaction, for a quarter of
an hour or so, when he desisted, and replaced the bone in his pocket.
'We throw away the bones,' he said. 'The dogs gnaw them and devour
them. Think you that it is for their amusement? Not so; but for the
juices and the nourishment that are in and around the bone; for the
marrow and for the meat that still will stick in odd corners.' He
went down to the stream with the pannikin and drank a cup or two of
water to finish what they called a horse's meal--namely, the food
first and the water afterwards.
'And now,' he added, 'I have breakfasted. It is true that I am still
hungry, but I have eaten enough to carry me on for a while. Many a
poor lad cast away on a desert shore would find a shank of a ham a
meal fit for a king; aye, and a meal or two after that. I shall make
a dinner presently off this bone; and I shall still keep it against
a time when there may be no provision left.'
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