Nature affords an abundant supply of
grains and fruits and nuts and roots, and it is our place not to change
these things by fire but to take them as they are offered to us.
As heretofore noted, our fare was simple enough, and after our spare
meals there was very little left on the tables to be cleaned away. What
small leavings of scraps and crumbs there happened to be, were brushed
onto a big salver and placed outside the kitchen door. My chum and I had
to go out in the evening and take this salver out to the chicken run
behind the barn. We had seen the dietetic reformer wandering about the
place for a day or two, constantly chewing wheat which he carried in a
bag hanging conspicuously from his belt. He did not come into the dining
room or take regular meals, claiming to be sufficiently nourished by the
raw wheat he masticated so industriously. We had not noticed him
especially--no one took much notice of pretentious faddists--but on
going around to the back door for the chicken-feed one evening Bonico
and I recognized the wheat-muncher bending over the salver eagerly
picking up whatever bits and pieces he could find to eat.
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