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flanked by creamy piles of Mary’s feather-
- weight biscuits. Even prettier was the rosy
gleam of mounds of cranberry jelly, and when
the time for them came, the blue leaping flames
of six immense plum puddings which were
brought in from the kitchen spouting fire. A
shout of applause greeted these masterpieces of
Mary’s cookery as at this stage of the pro-
ceedings the little woman herself made her
appearance and walked all the way round the
. double boards to wish the men a Merry Christ-
mas and satisfy herself that they had been
satisfactorily stuffed.

“Sure and did yez like the game pies?”
she inquired of them. ‘‘And was the cranberry
jell swate enough for your taste? ’Tis lucky
me boy Jim found a swamp where the berries
grow and was able to get me a couple of sacks!”

A woman, one so small and feminine yet
commanding as the Little General, filled the
miners with respectful delight. Woman were
searce at Quesnel, and there was not another
one like Mary all the way up and down the
river. All claimed the privilege of shaking
hands with her and they drank her health in a
specially prepared lemon toddy. Real lemons!

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