"It was so steep that in places I had to catch hold of Tara and let him drag me up." In another moment he was at his pack, opening it, and tossing things to right and left on the white sand, and the girl watched him, her eyes very bright with anticipation.
"Coffee, bacon, bannock, and potatoes," he said, making a quick inventory of his small stock of provisions.
"Potatoes!" cried the girl.
"Yes--dehydrated.

See?
It looks like rice.

One pound of this equals fourteen pounds of potatoes.

And you can't tell the difference when it's cooked right.

Now for a fire!" She was darting this way and that, collecting small dry sticks in the sand before he was on his feet.