The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-03-10


"Why, my dear, you did gel bread for
breakfast? suppose my little !'ousekeeper
knows The necessary ingredients for COM
pounding loaf of breao?" ''Oh to be sure,'
I replied, somewhat dirty. 1t was now |
began to feel my deficiency, it wos impo,-
sib!e for me to talk, or appear cheerful. |
| did nothing but think, think. What was
I tn do? | who had boasted so often OF
knowing how 10 do everything did not re-
ally know how 10 commence mixing loaf
ofhread.
After breakfast retired to my room and
gave vent 10 my feeling in tears. | was
completely mortified, and summing up my
pride was determined to t'y; so tripping
off the kitchen I said "Beuy, don t you
think you could make the breadi Bless me-
Mrs Hubbs, no; you know we never had to
bake bread at home, and should be afraid
to Try. ifyou would please show me how
this time | can try afterwards" l now
found that my best plan would be to take
my 6'st lesson in bread Eaking-and 10
make Beginning, soon was elnersed 10
my elbows in the snowy -four. l put in
salt, had il well saturated with waller and
was preceding TO form it into dough when
l made sudden pause, "Why Betty, GER
lainly there is something else to PIT into
bread.' ooh. sure enough" she exciam-
ed, clappng her hands, "we mus, have
Yeast. | wonder where the brew-house s
in this queer Placew When looked a,
whatl was LONG, making bread wlthou,
yeast I dreaded my ignorance being ex 20
sell. Very Unexpectedly my landIady made
her appearance with bowl Of the deside-
ration; she took hearty laugh atmy en-
pense, said she supposed we would bake
to day, and she knew we had no raising
then under her kind tuition had 10
learn-yes absolutely had 10 learn to make
yeast. After giving me some necessary di
rectinns. made up my bread, and never
did fond mother watch her sick babe with
greater anxiety Than did that important
lump Of dough.
Well nv bread wds baked, and il really
done. What did husband say a. tea when
he tasted some of my first baking9-of
course, it was the very fines, he had ever
eaten. This was not tne only kind of
bread baking had 10 learn, nevertheless it
was my first lesson, since ha, have beer
progressing i'll the arts. making varieties o f
yeas, corn bread, biscuit baking. &C, &c
for Which have exchanged 10 some of my
good friends the knowledge OF compound
ing sponge, Jelly, fruit-cake, and so on.
The next morning we had bread for
breakfast, but no cream for our coffee,
there wasno milk man TO serve us with
tea cup oil cha,ky looking cream, or pnt
ofe,heleal tinted milk; my neishbors were
TOO kind to sell, and was too proud 10
beg, we thought it then best 10 procure
COW. liked The idea much Of having
sood'y quantity ofnice cream, and urge
DIR Hubbs 10 purchase one Immediately.
and agreeabIy lc my request he started in
search of one.
And now to milk, or not to milk, was
the question; whether i, was nober 10 bor-
row from my neighbors or 10 bear the Sings
and switches of some outrageous cows
tai', and to take up pail, in spite Of heart
aches which fear in anticipation had a!vead
y created.
Before night I was mistress Of very
fine brndle. You may imagine, if you
please, Betty and myself walking down a
garden 10 The barn, 10 make the first trial
in milking. Betty seated herself very care
fully on the wrong side Of the animal,
trembling with fear A the first grasp she
made the COW merely raise her foot, which
Betty mislook for kick, and in nigh!
went SPRAYING ont as quickly as fear per-
n'lled her, she said, II never will be able
TO milk su'h be asst, only look at her eyes
she looks as ii >he would Kali some one
now" "Oh no Betty replied, | think
you have frightened her more by your start
ing, but do J OH sand a: the side and lie me
Try. seated myself and was making an
attempt, when switch Went her flowing ail
around my ears-'Oh goodness me, can
never milk with The tail waving around
me in such manner. Betty, do you hold
il, and shall succeed betero ! madu the
second attempt but with as little success,
and have never tried again; my milking
was altogether out oGlhe question.
Very fortunately, our CATO, colored
boy, was an adep; in the art, and we had
milk and cream in delicious profuson.
Next came the butter making, but must
confess did not know the cream shou Id
be sourea previous 10 It's producing the bu,
ter; much more had to learn concerning
milk and its constituents. Next came the
washing day-'hat terrible day TO the lords
Of creation, but the housekeeper's gala day
ofsoapsnds. Betty commenced operations
early in the morning long before breakfast.
Whilst We were breakfayting she came in
with a doleful face. saying she had used
whole bar Of soap 10 the first tub of clothes,
and sould not make laher "indeed, i'll
deed, think the water is bewi'ched.' At
these words Cato poked his he1d into The
door. the white of his eyes and his ivory ap