and the Prince threw off his coat and rolled up his
sleeves, and went to work. He opened the mouth
of his burden on the bunk, thrust in his hand, drew
out the yellow flour in the gold pan, poured in cold
water from the bucket, and soon had a luscious cake
baking before the fire in the frying-pan.
Bread for my babies ! Poor brave devil ! When had he tasted bread?
Little Klamat retreated to his club, and stood with his back to the corner, with his head down, but at the same time watching the Doctor from under his hair, as a cat watches a mouse ; only he was not the cat in this case, by a great deal.
The Doctor talked but little, and then only in an enigmatical sort of a way with the Prince. He did not notice me, and that contributed to my instinc tive dislike. Soon he took leave, and we four ate bread together.
A wind came up the Klamat from the sea, soft and warm enough to drip the icicles from the cabin eaves, and make the drooping trees along the river bank raise their heads from the snow as if with hope.
The Doctor came frequently and spent the even ing as the weeks went by. The butchers mules came braying down the trail ere long, and we needed bread and meat no more.
The thunder boomed away to the west one night as if it had been the trump of resurrection ; a rain set in, and the next morning, Humbug Creek, a
