Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 93: what you’re looking at

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A Dakota Blizzard. 85 “TI guess they didn’t. That is something that I haven’t sampled yet myself.” Karl made a dive for one of the packages of buf- falo and it was soon being broiled in a primitive way over the red embers. “Now, what d’ye think of buffalo?’ said Karl, as, a little later, he watched Cuthbert making deep in- cisions, with evident relish, into a luscious morsel he had cut off with his knife. “Say, Karl, this is the finest bit of steak I’ve ever eaten.” “T thought so.’ “And so tender! Why, I thought the thing would be like leather.” “You'll learn,” said Karl, with a wise shake of his head. “Tt think I’ve learned already,” said Cuthbert, laughing. “Got any more of this ?” “Yes; but we may want it.” “Why, you don’t think the blizzard is going to last?” “For days, mebbe,” said Karl, decidedly. Cuthbert looked aghast. “But don’t let that worry you,” continued Karl. “What’s the matter with the log cabin?” “Tt’s all right; but I’d rather be at the ranch.” “Course you would; but you’ve got to stay right to here till the storm blows itself out. We've got enough to last us fer a day or two, and the horses can get feed among the trees.” “Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it but to make ourselves as comfortable as possible in the cir- cumstances,” said Karl, resignedly. The day wore on. As Karl had expected, the early storm was not likely to be as severe in regard to the length of its stay as others that might be expected later. Already there were signs of its breaking, though 99 comiclbooks C©