"Yes," he said, "I think if I had a cup of hot tea I'd feel better
and then go on again."
He could hardly speak. I knew he was very weak. I asked him if he
could get to where we camped before going up, where it was nice and
dry, about 20 yards. He said he would try. I took his and my pack
and he followed us. He could just barely walk. We made him a
place near the fire, and gave him a cup of hot tea, and made him a
cup of pea meal.
We put the camp up the best way we could and gathered enough wood
to last all night.
The flour we were coming for was yet 10 miles away, and the advance
in covering so many miles each day, became less and less each day.
So after we had some tea and bone broth, I thought, seeing it was
no use trying to keep it to ourselves any longer, the danger before
us, I would tell them what was in my mind (not about restaurants
this time) before it was too late. Seeing that death was just
near, which anyone else, if in our place, would expect nothing else
but death, they were quite satisfied and each did the same.
Mr. Hubbard talked about Mrs. Hubbard, and his father and mother,
and his brother and sister, but most about Mrs.
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