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CHAPTER TEN
GOODBYE JINKS

“Oh, how I hate this horrid pemmican,
Mully! Are we never going to have pancakes
for breakfast again?” Betty set down her tin
dish in disgust one morning a few days later
when the entire meal consisted of pemmican.

“Now Betty,” child,” the Little General
turned severe round eyes upon her, “ye’ve got
to be sensible, like ye always are, or most
always. This pemmican is what we’ve got to
live by from now on, barrin’ the fish and game
as the boys may catch. And let me tell you
besides, there’s good wheat flour mixed in with
the pemmican, to thicken it like, and it’s fine
and strengthenin’ it is after you swallow it.”

The professor took off the glasses he had
put on to remove the outstanding buffalo hairs
from his portion of the porridge, and he looked
at Betty with an amiable twinkle in his eye.

“Now then, Golden Girl, just remember
what you’re eating. Why, the name alone’s

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