No housewife ever had more to do than we have in making a little go a long way.
"Writing about the bannock that Peter bit makes one wish now that one could have many a meal that one has given to the dog at home.

When one is hungry, fastidiousness goes to the winds and one is only too glad to eat up any scraps regardless of their antecedents.

One is almost ashamed to write of all the titbits one has picked up here, but it is enough to say that when the cook upset some pemmican on to an old sooty cloth and threw it outside his galley, one man subsequently made a point of acquiring it and scraping off the palatable but dirty compound." Another man searched for over an hour in the snow where he had dropped a piece of cheese some days before, in the hopes of finding a few crumbs.

He was rewarded by coming across a piece as big as his thumb- nail, and considered it well worth the trouble.
By this time blubber was a regular article of our diet--either raw, boiled, or fried.

"It is remarkable how our appetites have changed in this respect.