It was really only a paraphrase of the old story of the grub and the butterfly.
Them grub all gone, them Injuns mebbyso ketchum hungry belly.
Yo' all time eatum my grub, yo' no givum me money, no givum hoss, no givum notting.
Let's go back, eat the grub, and then continue the hunt for Ned.
I had some hardtack and tea in my “grub bag,” and these I left with her.
He caught ...