Guns and Snowshoes - Or, the Winter Outing of the Young Hunters by Ralph Bonehill
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"So am I," returned Whopper, "and I don't think that little lunch is going to satisfy me. What's the matter with broiling a venison streak?" "Do you want to cut up the deer before we get back to camp?" "Most likely we'll have to. If this snow keeps on there is no telling how long we'll be snowbound." "That is true, too. Well, we needn't cut up the whole deer--only cut out what we want to use." CHAPTER XII A CRY FOR HELP Fortunately for the boys, they knew how to cut up a deer to advantage and it did not take them long to trim away a portion of the pelt and get out the steak they wanted. Then they fixed up a rude fork on which to cook the meat, and soon the appetizing odor of broiled venison filled the hollow. "This is much better than nothing but a cold lunch," said Whopper, as he divided the steak. "Fingers were made before knives and forks, and as nobody is looking on, we can eat as suits us." |
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