It smelled pretty good, but when I drew my knife across it to cut it in two, all the center was uncooked batter, which ran out upon my plate, and spoiled my supper.
We went to bed and soon found it had other occupants beside ourselves, which, if they were small were lively and spoiled our sleeping.

We left before breakfast, and a few miles out on the prairie we came to a house occupied by a woman and one child, and we were told we could have breakfast if we could wait to have it cooked.

Everything looked cheap but cheery, and after waiting a little while outside we were called in to eat.

The meal consisted of corn bread, bacon, potatoes and coffee.

It was well cooked and looked better than things did at Bridget's.