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"Ever try to boil an emu's egg in a quart-pot?" the man from Beyanst
asked, "lending a hand" with another piece of fencing wire, using it as a
fork to turn the steak on the impromptu gridiron. "It goes in all right,
but when it's cooked it won't come out, and you have to use the quart-pot
for an egg-cup and make tea later on."
"A course dinner," Dan called that; and then nothing being forthcoming to
toss with--dice or money not being among our permanent property--the eggs
were distributed according to the "holding capacity" of the company: one
for the missus, two for the Maluka, and half a dozen each for the other
two.
The traveller had no objection to beginning under a dozen, but Dan used
his allowance as a "relish" with his steak. "One egg!" he chuckled as he
shelled his relish and I enjoyed my breakfast. "Often wonder how ever
she keeps alive."
The damper proved "just a bit boggy" in the middle, so we ate the crisp
outside slices and gave the boggy parts to the boys. They appeared to
enjoy it, and seeing this, after breakfast the Maluka asked them what
they thought of the missus as a cook.
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