No sooner had they landed than Jean announced that breakfast was ready.
"Let's get something into our stomachs before we think of anything else," said Mr. Waterman.
"That suits me," said Pud, and all the others joined in so that the motion was carried unanimously.
The party went across a little stream and sat down at a table made of logs that had been split fairly in two. The middle sides of the logs were up, thus making a smooth surface, but this was really made a fact by big strips of birch bark that covered the top. A long seat at each side of the table was also made out of a split log, while a sawed-off stump made a special seat for Mr. Waterman at the head of the table. This table was under a big tent fly. Jean had set the table with tin plates and cups and a goodly portion of prunes was on each plate. They set to at once and after the prunes, some good oatmeal was brought on. To the surprise of the boys, they had milk.
"Where do you get milk up here?" asked Bill.
"Oh, we get it from the mountain goats," said Mr. Anderson, with a wink to Mr. Waterman.
"We're lucky," said the latter. "We now have four mountain goats that are getting real tame, though it takes some time to round them up each morning."
"Why this tastes like real milk to me," said Pud.
"Of course," said Mr. Anderson. "Very few people can tell the difference between goat's milk and the ordinary cow's milk."
"I'll have to watch you milk them," said Pud. "It must be interesting."