I found the fires burning, and dozens of coffee-pots and frying-pans filled with the materials for breakfast.

Here was a pan full of meat fried to a crisp, from the neglect of the cook to remove it before his sudden exodus.

A few feet distant lay a ham, with a knife sticking in a half-severed slice.

A rude camp-table was spread with plates and their accessories, and a portion of the articles of food were carefully arranged.

The seats for the breakfast party were in position, two of them being overturned.
I could not help fancying the haste with which that table had been abandoned, only a few moments before.