potted ham, preserves, biscuits, and a lot of other things.
We did not wait for the kettle to boil, but concluded to do without tea or coffee for this meal, and content ourselves with pure water. For some reason or other, however, the creek water did not seem to be very pure, and we did not like it a bit.
"After lunch," said I, "we will go and look for a spring; that will be a good way of exploring the country."
"If we can't find one," said Euphemia, "we shall have to go to the house for water, for I can never drink that stuff."
Soon after lunch we started out. We searched high and low, near and far, for a spring, but could not find one.
At length by merest accident, we found ourselves in the vicinity of old John's little house. I knew he had a good well, and so we went in to get a drink, for our ham and biscuits had made us very thirsty. We told old John, who was digging potatoes, and was also very much surprised to see us so soon, about our unexpected trouble in finding a spring.
"No," said he, very slowly; "there is no spring very near to you. Didn't you tell your gal to bring you water?"
"No," I replied; "we don't want her coming down to the camp. She is to attend to the house."
"Oh, very well," said John; "I will bring you water morning and night—good fresh water—from my well, for—well, for ten cents a day."
"That will be nice," said Euphemia, "and cheap, too. And then it will be well to have John come every day; he can carry our letters."
"I don't expect to write any letters."
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