A description tempts us, but perhaps its best description is to be found in its effect upon Dr.Callandar.That effect was an immediate determination to depart by the next train, provided the next train did not leave before he had had something to eat.
He was aroused from gloomy musings by a discreet tap announcing the return of the scouting party.

The scouting party was piled with parcels up to its round eyes and from the parcels issued an odour so delicious that the doctor's depression vanished.
"Good hunting, eh ?" "Prime, sir.

'Tisn't store stuff, either! As soon as I see that look in your eye I remembered 'bout the tea-fight over at Knox's Church last night and how they'd be sure to be selling off what's left, for the benefit of the heathen." The boy gave the roundest wink Callandar had ever seen and deposited his parcels upon the bed.

"They always have 'bout forty times as much's they can use.

Course I didn't get you any _broken_ vittles," he added, noticing the alarm upon the doctor's face.
"It's all as good as the best.