Her throat seemed seized with sudden constriction when she discovered that the barrels had been empty and the weapons would have done her no good even if she could have reached them.
She put into her belt the sharp little knife her brother used to carry, and then began to gather together everything eatable that she could carry with her.

There was not much that could be easily carried--some dried beef, a piece of cheese, some corn-meal, a piece of pork, a handful of cheap coffee-berries, and some pieces of hard corn bread.

She hesitated over a pan half full of baked beans, and finally added them to the store.
They were bulky, but she ought to take them if she could.

There was nothing else in the house that seemed advisable to take in the way of eatables.

Their stores had been running low, and the trouble of the last day or two had put housekeeping entirely out of her mind.