Left on the Labrador: A Tale of Adventure Down North

n the center of the table, together with a plate heaped high with

ute," boomed Skipper Zeb

ite with sand and water. The cabin boasted no chairs, and chests were drawn up by Skip

while the Skipper and Mrs. Twig each took an end. When all were seated, Skipper Zeb, in so big a voice Charley was sure t

'tis good. Mrs. Twig makes the finest dumplin' on The Labrador. I knows for I eats un. I shoots the bear las

ig serving spoon, a portion of the stewed bear's meat and dumpling to

we gets a bear most every year. What kind of meat does you eat w

ork, but I don't care much for p

onderful fine meat I thinks. If beef and lamb and veal be better than pork, I'd like to try un once. They mu

imals are raised on farms and

ere on The Labrador." Skipper Zeb shook his head in astonishment. "Does you mark that, Sop

way," admitt

wig. "Twould be fine if we could rais

Toby, observing that Charley had not

it was used instead of sugar, but venturing no question. Had he asked, Skipper Zeb would have told

he wholesome vegetables that we, in our kindlier land, have so plentifully, and accept as a matter of course. But Charley and the Twigs, old and young, found the stewed bear's meat, with Mrs. Twig's light, fluffy dump

ave thanks for the bountiful meal; and then, with Toby's

jack-knife from his pocket, he shaved some of the plug into the palm of his left hand, rolled it between his palms, and filled the pipe. Then, with some d

a minute or two puffed his pipe in silence, sending up a cloud of smoke. Then, turning to Charley, he bo

y, and with hope that there might b

s bad for the insides of a man's head is bad for all of his insides, and if he worries, and keeps un up, he gets sick. To-day is to-day and to-morrow is to-morrow. 'Tis but sens

dmitted

a good snack

es

warm a

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good vittles, warm and snug! Now keep feelin' contented, and right as if this was your ow

fun livin' if we didn't get in fixes now and again! 'Tis a fine bit of sport figgerin' the way out of fixes. Fix

will come back for me?"

hrough the tickle and come to in the offing and blow her whistle, and we'll hear un, and be ready for she. If she don't come back,

nsisted Charley, with a suspicion that

not on the boat, and how can they find you? Captain Barcus of the mail boat says, 'Well, he's gone, that's sure. If he leaves the mail boat at Pinch-In Tickle, he's with Skipper Zeb Twig by now, and safe enough and

ey, suddenly startled into his old fear,

not so bad, considerin'. Not the best of shelter and not the best of grub, but not so bad either. You does your best to get out of this fix, and the best way you finds is to bide right where you finds the shelter and gru

en he thinks I've been lost at sea, and so will Mo

ey'll be so glad to see you when you gets home, 'twill more than make up to un for the mournin' they does now. Your feelin' bad and worryin' about un won't help your father and m

his effort to keep them back. "Daddy will make it right with you

e stands shoulder to shoulder, and when a man's cast away we takes him to our home till

nd Mrs. Twig's smile left no doubt of her sincerity. "

broke in Toby quite e