She's knowed Dan'l Boone and Simon Kenton an' all them
gran' old fellers. A tremenjous interestin' old lady is my Aunt Suse,
colonel."
"I've no doubt of it, Mr. Jarvis." said Colonel Kenton, "but I don't
think I can wait a second longer for a cup of that coffee of yours.
It smells so good that if you don't give it to me I'll have to take it
from you."
Jarvis grinned cheerfully. Harry saw that his father had already made a
skillful appeal to the mountaineer's pride.
"Ike, you lunkhead," he said to his nephew, "I told the colonel to set,
but we did'nt give him anythin' to set on. Pull up them blocks o' wood
fur him an' his son. Now you'll take breakfast with us, won't you,
colonel? The bacon an' the corn cakes are ready, too."
"Of course we will," said the colonel, "and gladly, too. It makes me
young again to eat this way in the fresh air of a cool morning."
Samuel Jarvis shone as a host. The breakfast was served on a smooth
stump put on board for that purpose. The coffee was admirable, and the
bacon and thin corn cakes were cooked beautifully. Good butter was
spread over the corn cakes, and Harry and his father were surprised
at the number they ate.
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