Regarding this feast I became aware of a sudden and complete
conversion to those principles of vegetarianism which Brother John was
always preaching to me.
"I am sure you are quite right," I said to him, nervously, "in holding
that vegetables are the best diet in a hot climate. At any rate I have
made up my mind to try the experiment for a few days," and throwing
manners to the winds, I grabbed four of the upper mealie cobs and the
top of the pumpkin which I cut off with a knife. Somehow I did not
seem to fancy that portion of it which touched the platter, for who
knew what those dishes might have contained and how often they were
washed.
Stephen also appeared to have found salvation on this point, for he,
too, patronized the mealie cobs and the pumpkin; so did Mavovo, and so
did even that inveterate meat-eater, Hans. Only the simple Jerry
tackled the fleshpots of Egypt, or rather of Pongo-land, with
appetite, and declared that they were good. I think that he, being the
last of us through the gateway, had not realized what it was which lay
upon the grid.
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