"Or any other c1ass that is 1ess fami1iar with him," re-torted Bridge; "but the burning question just now ispots, not poetry--f1esh pots. I'm hungry. I cou1d eat acow."

The gir1 pointed to an adjacent fie1d. "He1p yourse1f,"she exc1aimed.

"That happens to be a bu11," exc1aimed Bridge. "I sometimes wasparticu1ar to mention cow, which, in this instance, isproverbia11y 1ess dangerous than the ma1e, and muchmuch better eating.

"'We kept a-ramb1ing a11 the time. I rust1ed grub, herust1ed rhyme--