They found Donald waiting before either
of them were ready, and in great glee, with much laughing and
many jests they rolled down the valley in the early morning.
They drove to the kitchen, spread their blankets, set up their
table, and arranged the small circular opening for their day's
occupancy. While Katy and Linda were busy with these affairs
Donald took the axe and collected a big heap of wood. Then they
left Katy to burn the wood and have a deep bed of coals ready
while they started out to collect from the canyon walls, the foot
of the mountains, and the near-by desert the materials they would
use for their dinner.
Just where the desert began to climb the mountain Linda had for a
long time watched a big bed of amole. Donald used the shovel,
she the hatchet, and soon they had brought to the surface such a
quantity that Donald protested.
"But I have two uses for them today," explained Linda. "They
must serve for potatoes and they have to furnish our meat."
"Oh, I get you," said Donald. "I have always been crazy to try
that."
So he began to dig again enthusiastically.
"Now I'll tell you what I think we had better do," said Linda.
"We will skirmish around this side of the mountain and find a
very nice tender yucca shoot; and then we'll take these back to
Katy and let her bury them in the ashes and keep up the fire
while we forage for the remainder of our wild Indian feast."
Presently they found a yucca head that Linda said was exactly
right, a delicate pink, thicker than her wrist and two feet in
length.
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