There was Muldoon, the best cook that ever dipped a pail of water from the creek. It is said that once one of the boys of Muldoon's outfit had an aversion to rice. Rice was a staple food on the roundup, and Muldoon told him that he just had to eat it. He came in hungry one night, and the dinner had a pudding that met nicely his taste. He said it was fine and asked of what it was made.
"It is made of that rice that you don't like," answered Muldoon.
There was Jim Raley, the beau brummel of all the countrywide. Aside from being an excellent cook, Raley was one of the best looking fellows on the range. Large, well built, fine dark eyes and mustache. He was a good entertainer, and the girls all liked him, and he was as fine as they thought he was, which was "going some." The only thing the boys had against Jim was that he could almost any time he wanted to, take their girls away from them.
And in addition to McShane, and Muldoon
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and Raley, the writer officiated over the pots apples, dried currants, rice, and occasionally the
and kettles once, and cannot find the heart to luxury of prunes. These with coffee. A cook
say that it was not a first-class profession, es- who cannot satisfy a hungry man with variapecially where dominated by a first-class man. lions of those staples of diet, was not a cook