As made by Aunt Olive, this white monkey had the consistency of moderately thick cream.

It slightly resembled Welsh rabbit, but we found it was much more palatable and whole-some, having more milk and egg in it, and far less cheese.
We liked it so well that we all wanted it for breakfast the next morning--and that was fortunate, since we had little else, and were exceedingly loath to lose a day's time sending teams down home, or elsewhere, for more meat, beans and potatoes.
There were several families of French-Canadians living at clearings on Lurvey's Stream, three miles below the lake; and since I was the youngest and least efficient axman of the party, they sent me down there every afternoon to buy milk and eggs, for more white monkey.

Of cheese and butter we had a sufficient supply; and the yellow corn-meal which we had brought for the teams furnished sheetful after sheetful of johnny-cake, which Aunt Olive split, toasted, and buttered well, as a groundwork for the white monkey.
And for five days we ate it as we toiled twelve hours to the day, chopping, hauling and sawing birch! We had a slight change of diet on the fourth day, when Aunt Olive cooked two old roosters and a chicken, which I had coaxed away from the reluctant French settlers down the stream.
But it was chiefly white monkey every day; and the amount of work which we did on it was a tribute to Aunt Olive's resourcefulness.

The older men of the party declared that they had never slept so well as after those evening meals of white monkey on johnny-cake toast.

Beyond doubt, it was much better for us than heavier meals of meat and beans after days of hard labor.
From half an hour before sunrise till an hour after sunset, during those entire five days, the tall white birches fell fast, the saw hummed, and the bolts went rolling out on the ice-clad lake.
I never saw a crew work with such good-will or felt such enthusiasm myself as during those five days.