She dipped the end of her finger in the milk and put it in Little Mitchell’s mouth. Perhaps you think he wouldn’t eat condensed milk. You should have seen him! He licked every bit from the lady’s finger, and then cried for more.
She fed him all she dared,—for when you are almost starved it is dangerous to eat too much at a time, you know. When she would give him no more, he cried very hard,—he was such a hungry baby, and the milk tasted so good. But pretty soon he quieted down and went fast asleep again, and was tucked back under the soft belt.
The guide could not start a fire,—which shows he was not a “truly” guide, for a “truly” guide can make a fire out of icicles, you know.
So, all wet and shivery, they sat in the cave and ate some lunch out of the lady’s bag, which had been carried by the guide.
They hardly dared to rest at all, for they had to get to the foot of the mountain before night; so in a few minutes they started down.
III
LITTLE MITCHELL’S FIRST RIDE, AND HOW HE AND HIS LADY GET HOME