“Fish and raspberries for supper to-night,” Bob said.
“And enough is as good as a feast,” Rex laughed.
“We’ve got to be mighty sparing of these matches,” Bob said, as he gathered some dry leaves for a fire.
“How are you going to cook without anything to cook with?” Rex asked, after Bob had the fire going.
“If all our problems were as easy as that, I wouldn’t worry a bit,” he replied, piling on more wood. “One thing we aren’t short of and that’s wood.”
Bob found a place near the falls where there was a small amount of clay, and he soon had enough for his purpose.
“Going to make mud pies?” Rex laughed, as he saw him mixing the clay with water.
“Just that,” Bob laughed, as he smeared the clay over the fish until each one was incased in the mud. “We’re going to have trout served a la mud,” he declared.
Waiting until the fire had burned to a good bed of coals he dug a hole in the very center of them and buried the fish in it.
“I’m afraid they won’t be very good though without salt,” Bob said ruefully, as he raked away the coals a little later.