I never cared for real picnics--they always have so much headache
with them. We have very little to do for the march as our camp outfit
is in unusually fine condition. After Charlie's "flixee" so much
mess-chest china, Faye had made to order a complete set for four
people of white agate ware with blue bands. We have two sets of
plates, vegetable dishes, cups and saucers, egg cups, soup plates, and
a number of small pieces. The plates and dishes, also platters, can be
folded together, and consequently require very little room, and it is
a great comfort to know that these things are unbreakable, and that we
will not be left without plates for the table when we get in the
wilds, and the ware being white looks very nice, not in the least like
tin. It came yesterday, just in time.
The two squirrels I carried to the woods and turned loose. I could not
take them, and I would not leave them to be neglected perhaps. The
"Tiger" was still a tiger, and as wild and fierce as when he came from
the saw-mill, and was undoubtedly an old squirrel not to be taught new
tricks. The flying thing was wholly lacking in sense. I scattered
pounds of nuts all about and hope that the two little animals will not
suffer. The Chinaman insisted upon our taking those chickens! He goes
out every now and then and gives them big pans of food and talks to
them in Chinese with a voice and expression that makes one almost want
to weep, because the chickens have to be left behind.
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