On our appearance he commenced rooting in a heap of embers, and soon
produced six nondescript looking articles enclosed--as they dress
maintenon cutlets or red mullet--in double sheets of greasy letter
paper--these he incontinently dished, and to my huge astonishment they
turned out to be three couple of our woodcock, which that indefatigable
varlet had picked, and baked under the ashes, according to some strange
idea, whether original, or borrowed at second hand from his master, I
never was enabled to ascertain.
The man, be he whom he may, who invented that plat, is second neither to
Caramel nor to Ude--the exquisite juicy tenderness of the meat, the
preservation of the gravy, the richness of the trail--by heaven! they
were inimitable.
In that sweet spot we loitered a full hour--then counted our bag, which
amounted already to fifty-nine cock, not including those with which
Tim's gastronomic art had spread for us a table in the wilderness--then
leaving him to pack up and meet us at the spot where we first started,
we struck down the stream homeward, shooting our way along a strip of
coppice about ten yards in breadth, bounded on one side by a dry bare
bank of the river, and on the other by the open meadows.
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