He seemed to find nothing among the grass and herbs that would do; and presently he strayed off among trees, towards the banks of a little stream that ran close by.

In a few minutes he was seen returning with both his hands full of vegetables.

He made no remark, but flung them down before Francois.

There were two species--one that resembled a small turnip, and, in fact, was the Indian turnip (_psoralea esculenta_), while the other was the wild onion found in many parts of America.
"Ha!" cried Francois, who at once recognised them, "what luck! _pomme-blanche_, and wild onions too, as I live! Now I shall make a soup worth tasting." And he proceeded with great glee to cut up the vegetables, and fling them into the steaming kettle.
In a short while the meat and pigeons were boiled, and the soup was ready.

The kettle was taken from the crane; and the three brothers, seating themselves on the grass, filled their tin cups, and set to eating.