As for bread, try it unleavened once in a while by way of change. It
is really very good,--just salt, water, flour, and a very little sugar.
For those who like their bread "all crust," it is especially toothsome.
The usual camp bread that I have found the most successful has been in
the proportion of two cups of flour to a teaspoonful of salt, one of
sugar, and three of baking-powder. Sugar or cinnamon sprinkled on top
is sometimes pleasant. Test by thrusting a splinter into the loaf. If
dough adheres to the wood, the bread is not done. Biscuits are made by
using twice as much baking-powder and about two tablespoonfuls of lard
for shortening. They bake much more quickly than the bread.
Johnny-cake you mix of corn-meal three cups, flour one cup, sugar four
spoonfuls, salt one spoonful, baking-powder four spoonfuls, and lard
twice as much as for biscuits. It also is good, very good.

The flapjack is first cousin to bread, very palatable, and extremely
indigestible when made of flour, as is ordinarily done. However, the
self-raising buckwheat flour makes an excellent flapjack, which is
likewise good for your insides. The batter is rather thin, is poured
into the piping hot greased pan, "flipped" when brown on one side, and
eaten with larrupy-dope or brown gravy.

When you come to consider potatoes and beans and onions and such
matters, remember one thing: that in the higher altitudes water boils
at a low temperature, and that therefore you must not expect your
boiled food to cook very rapidly. In fact, you'd better leave beans at
home. We did. Potatoes you can sometimes tease along by quartering
them.

Rolled oats are better than oatmeal. Put them in plenty of water and
boil down to the desired consistency. In lack of cream you will
probably want it rather soft.

Put your coffee into cold water, bring to a boil, let boil for about
two minutes, and immediately set off. Settle by letting a half cup of
cold water flow slowly into the pot from the height of a foot or so.
If your utensils are clean, you will surely have good coffee by this
simple method. Of course you will never boil your tea.

The sun was nearly down when we raised our long yell. The cow-puncher
promptly responded. We ate. Then we smoked. Then we basely left all
our dishes until the morrow, and followed our cow-puncher to his log
cabin, where we were to spend the evening.

By now it was dark, and a bitter cold swooped down from the m