I've a mind to dine off goose to-day." "Well, that's reasonable," said Donovan.

"Go ahead, matey! Bring on your spider! We'll have the geese ready for it!" "If you will go with me," Weymouth said, nodding over to where I was enjoying the fire.

"Two may perhaps find what I want sooner than one." I followed him.
"My idea is," said he, turning when we were off a few rods, "to get a flat, _hollowing_ stone,--'bout as big over as a milk-pan, say; kind of hollowed out on the top side, just so grease won't run off it.

We can set that up on small rocks, and let the fire run under.

It'll soon get hot: then grease it, and break the eggs into it just as they do into a spider.