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Identifier: awakeningofdese00birg (find matches)
Title: The awakening of the desert
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Birge, Julius Charles, 1839-1923
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: Boston R.G. Badger
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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; and dramatically pointing to the oldblack kettle that rested over the smouldering fire he saidwith a marked emphasis on each word, Z speak now ofthose beans. After this definite particularization of the point atissue, there was a pause. The coffee had been disposedof and two or three of the boys wandered off to look aftertheir horses. Pete, who was bent upon the inauguration ofa reform, indicated his desire to make a few post-prandialremarks, whereupon those who remained gathered roundthe dying embers of the sage brush fire. The dirty, halfempty tin plates still remained upon the ground, andwhile the party were seated, Pete rose to his feet as if withthe determination to deliver his words with vigor andeffect. Then with compressed lips and a look of earnest-ness upon his face, he pointed again to the old kettle inwhich some beans still simmered, and proceeded with hisdiatribe. Boys, I want to say a word about beans, yes, aboutthose beans right there in that kettle. Beans are getting
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THE MORMON TRAIJ, 203 damn scarce, and the first thing we know, our beans willall be gone and we aint had any, and cant get any.Now, I like beans and am hungry, but I dont like emraw and, with a vigorous expletive, I wont stand it. Now Petes life had been spent largely in a country hotel.When I mildly replied that our cooking in general comparedvery favorably with that of some articles which I had seenserved on the table of that hotel, Petes indignation wasstill more aroused. I had been sitting as quietly as possi-ble upon a box, but it suddenly became evident that mycomfort and possibly my safety depended upon a changeof base, for Pete was a powerful fellow and several yearsmy senior. Moreover, I regarded my head as of fargreater importance than my reputation as a sage brushcook, nor did I relish the thought of being buried in Wyom-ing simply to afford momentary gratification to a travelingcompanion, who had found no pleasure in half-cookedbeans. And now came Dan Trippe in the role o

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