Snap: A legend of the Lone MountainPhillipps-Wolley, Clive
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Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain
Phillipps-Wolley, Clive
Canadian Rockies (B.C. and Alta.) -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Mountaineering -- Fiction
By-and-by Towzer came round, but his eyes were wild and his mouth
twitched, so that he could hardly speak distinctly. Wharton noticed
Frank's face as he watched his brother, and, coming over to him, he
laid a great knotted fist on the elder Winthrop's shoulder:
'Look here, my lad,' he said, 'I saw what you wrote, and I let it go,
because I knowed that if we didn't get the boy up to-night we'd never
see him again: but don't you get thinking hard things about your
brother. He's got grit enough for anything. Pluck's a matter of
constitootion, and his is just upon played out. He'll be better when
he has had some grub and a sleep. Now give us a match,' and,
selecting one from the bundle offered to him, he solemnly lifted a
leg, rubbed the match smartly on the seat of his trousers, and
applied it to the bottom of one of the provision tins before alluded
to.
'Well,' Snap said, 'that's ingenious; how did you know how to manage
them?'
'How?' replied Dick, 'I guess if you'd lived the life I have you'd
know all a man can know about tinned meat. Why, blow me if I don't
think you could start a dividend-paying tin-mine where we first lived
when we started ranching on the Rosebud, and all the tin you'd ever
find there came outside our grub.'
'Oh, I've seen tinned meats before, Dick,' answered Snap, 'but a
tinned fire to cook it by, that's what gets over me.'
The tin in question was an ingenious contrivance with a roll of wick
saturated with spirit underneath the tin pot, which held (in this
instance) an excellent curried fowl. A roll of soft lead covers the
saturated wick, and all the traveller has to do is to tear off the
lead and light the wick. In ten minutes' time the curry will be
ready, and if then he is not satisfied with his supper the traveller
must be very hard to please. Whoever invented these ingenious tins
deserves a monument to be erected to his memory by the hunters,
travellers, mountaineers, and others whom he has fed.
After doing substantial justice to the fare before them, or, as Dick
put it, 'after wolfing two of them tins,' and drinking more whisky
neat than they had ever done at one sitting before, even Towzer began
to recover. But Dick wouldn't hear of his talking, and at the first
attempt rolled him up in a buffalo-rug and, sitting solemnly down on
his legs, lit the great pipe of the German professor.
In ten minutes, to all intents and purposes, Dick was alone, for,
though the bodies of the three boys breathed at his side, their minds
were far away in the land of dreams and slumber. For some time the
old man puffed away in silence--the stars above winking solemnly down
at him as he kept that one bright spark alight with infinite care,
close to the end of his nose.
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