Being pinched with hunger, I one day strolled to a place, where sometime before, some cattle had been slaughtered; here I had the good luck, (or rather bad luck, as it turned out in the end,) to find an ox's milt [spleen] which had escaped the hogs and dogs. With this prize I steered off to my tent, threw it upon the fire and broiled it, and then
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