He was so
engaged in this employ that we did not disturb him but quietly slipped
away and reported the case to John Cheever. That guardian of the peace
immediately trotted off to the kitchen, gathered up a plate of food and
rushed out to the diet reformer, exclaiming: "Here is your supper! No
one need go hungry at Brook Farm." That was the last of this particular
specimen; but there were others, so many others that they would have
been intolerable but for the watchful care that protected us from too
troublesome invasions.
John Cheever's most appreciated service to the community was his
addition of Irish oatmeal to our scanty bill of fare. He did not care
for brewis and brown bread any more than I did and for his own
satisfaction he wrote to friends in the old country to send him a
consignment of Irish oatmeal. In due time Gerrish delivered a hundred
weight of this new provender, sealed in tin cans. It made such a
surprisingly good breakfast that we went through those tins cans in
short meter.
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