We'll just have to take what they offer us." "A month or so later they'll be having fresh sausage and spare ribs in old Kentucky," said Dick, "and I wish we had 'em here now." "And a month later than that," said Pennington, "they'll be having a roasted bull buffalo weighing five thousand pounds for Christmas dinner in Nebraska." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Warner.

"No buffalo ever weighed five thousand pounds." Pennington looked at him pityingly.
"You have no romance or poetry after all, George," he said.

"Why can't you let me put on an extra twenty-five hundred or three thousand pounds for the sake of effect ?" "Besides, you don't roast buffaloes whole and bring them in on a platter!" "No, we don't, but that's no proof that we can't or won't.

Now, what would you like to have, George ?" "After twelve or fifteen other things, I'd like to finish off with a whole pumpkin pie, and a few tin cups of cider would go along with it mighty well.

That's the diet to make men, real men, I mean." "Any way," said Dick, raising a tin cup of hot coffee, "here's to food.
You may sleep without beds, and, in tropical climates, you may go without clothes, but in whatever part of the world you may be, you must have food.