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[weevils] and worms and webs from our corn meal. It is a good thing
Mrs. Williams gave us that meal tied up in a shirt sleeve, for Carey
tore, his, and I think I shall have to sew in that one in his shirt. It
is brown, and the shirt blue, but that won't matter. There is a flour
sack that I am taking care of for Carey. His shirts will never last till
we get back, and he is sure to have to wear something of the sort-
either that or a laundry bag, or some of the tent cloth.
When Carey came back with some chloroform for Balaam and
some sugar, coffee, and flour for us, we treated the invalid. My part
was to hold her head down. I have learned something beside the
vegetation of the Davis Mountains-the characteristics of burros,
how to treat wounds when they have worms in them, that hogs
always have liver worms, how to cook frijoles, what jack rabbit tastes
like, how not to cook corn meal-a few things like that.
We had jack rabbit for supper-that is we had it on the table.
Carey picked some of it up off the ground to send away in a letter
Balaam was better that day, but her shoulder still badly swollen.
She stood her treatment very well, but finally got tired and insisted
on getting up in spite of all I could do to hold her head.
I collected a few more plants about the yard and back of the
house. It is wonderful how many there are.
We had a fine, big campfire and Carey wrote a letter by its light,
Our supplies consist of bacon, corn meal, flour, beans, sugar, and
coffee, now beside the dried fruit which Carey does not like. The
corn meal presented unlooked-for difficulties. Sometimes it makes
dodger bread, but sometimes it refuses to make anything but a com-
bination of burned and raw meal. I tried scalding the meal first and
then adding some white flour to make it stick, and at last succeeded
in getting some fairly respectable looking pancakes.
Friday I started shortly after eight o'clock for another tramp to
Livermore. The only available lunch was one huge pancake and
some bacon. It was not an attractive lunch and I did not in the least
enjoy eating it. Cold pancake is not, at best, very appetizing, nor
cold bacon either. O, for one grocery store!
I went over the ridge between Merrill and Goat canyons, but
probably lost time by so doing, for I had to leave the ridge below
the flat-topped rock bluffs. I went up the canyon by way of the bed
of the stream and found it much better than our first climb. There
are many rock falls that help lone out, like staircases. It was on one
of these slopes that I found my rattlesnake. He was lying in a crack
between two rocks, taking a nap with his head and upper part of
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