All that brown paper,--why, it's a pair of chickens, all ready to roast." "Something more's down under those slats," said Ford, in a tone of great excitement.
"Mince-pies! And they're not much mashed, either.

It's wonderful how they did pack them." "Slats and shingles and paper," said Ford.

"What can there be in that other box ?" "Shall we eat first, or open it ?" "Open it! Open it! Maybe they've sent you some corn." Opened it was, with a desperate display of energy.
"Ice!" said Frank Harley.
"Sawdust!" shouted Ford.
"Fish!" said Dabney.

"Clams, oysters, crabs, lobsters." Dick Lee had gazed in absolute silence up to that very moment; and all he could say now was,-- "Ah-h-h! O-h-h-h! Jes' ain't dey fine!" "Boys," said Dab, with a sort of loving look at the contents of that box, "do you suppose we can eat those fellows ?" "Eat 'em!" exclaimed Ford.

"Why, after they're cooked!" "Well, I s'pose we can; but I feel more like shaking hands with 'em all around, just now.