After much wasted effort to obtain jack rabbit for our supper, Scottie suggested shooting a burrowing owl that was perched near our camp. I said “owls are vermin” Scottie went on at length about how good it would taste, what a delicious soup it would make… on and on he went about the owl .I picked up the gun and shot it, I cleaned the bird featherless it didn’t look worth eating. Scottie insisted we not throw it away. We made a soup of the owl cooking it in our teakettle. It was not a tasty soup but we had not eaten meat since Mr. Clark furnished us with flour and a little sugar and tea, and a piece of freshly killed bear meat. I implored, Scottie” when you go to England with me to see my folks, don't you tell them that we ate an owl.”
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Still nothing. Argh.
No clue!
Pochahontas?
The mention of "Mr. Clark" makes me wonder if this could be Mr. Lewis, but I really have no idea.
I just want to know who someone is who isn't me!!! I suck at this guessing thing.
hmmmmm
that's all, just hmmmmm
A different Mr. Clark. I haven’t been able to guess any of them either.
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