Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 73 of 228
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DINING BY TORCHLIGHT. 67 are going to surprise them with a glorious supper, when they get back. Are there dishes enough in the baskets, boys ?” “See what we have killed! Did you think we were so skillful ?’"—and Virginia held up half-a-dozen birds which they had shot in the last hour, while the boys were preparing the fire. “Go, get the choicest part of the venison, Hyperion—some for broiling, some for roasting ; and you, Johnson, find some stones to bake the fish in. Is there plenty of pepper and salt Be bp Sear ecw yey Oh, here's biscuit enough to last a week, and all kinds of nice things. Maum Guinea knows how to calculate the appetites of a hunt- ing-party. Hurry, boys, we’re bound to have a grand feast.” Darkness came down over the forest; but the fire blazed high and bright. The cheeks of the young ladies glowed with excitement. They trilled merry snatches of song, as they assisted in the preparations going on for a supper in the woods. ; There was danger of the haunch of venison being over- roasted, for it was full nine o’elock before the cries of the hunters announced their return. They came, making their way through the night by the afl of blazing pine-knots, which they bore aloft; and they were not sorry, as they gathered about the beacon-fire on the lake shore, to see the cloth laid, and to receive a hospitable invitation from their fair friends to stop and sup. The birds were done to a turn, the fishes rolled out of their leafy coverings, white and ,tempting, the venison was all that it ought to be, considering who killed the game; sefdom was an impromptu feast more keenly relished than by the famished hunters, who had returned laden with the trophies of the day’s sport. The dogs looked on with asking eyes, and were rewarded for their excellent services by many a sweet bone and dainty morsel. | Cconmmiclooolks.coma)