Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1850-05-24
!. From the New York Age,
nro,vn bread and nIolasses.
BY THE . D1ENrIcAL.'

Brown bread and molasses That recalls my
bread-and- butter days days. Lays wnen
did not dream of the extent of this great country
when beach and birch furnished my only sorrows,
and bread and molasses my only joys. Sweet days.
were those-trudging to school, with my satchel
stuffed full of spelling books, and tull large flch
slices Of bread will diluted in prime Guadalupe mo-
lasses All, those were days of sweet and promising
lows The sweet alone is lasting-that alme IS not
ephemera for molasses is one OF the real sweets OF
life lit sticks by one and TO one Is =,
Speaking of sticking puts me IN mind OF my old
school fellow, Hen Danforth. Hen, like myself was
passionately fond of bread and molasses anu meet
ing one afternoon after school, he informed me, ex-
ultingly that his mother away from home--no-
BODY at hone@=that if would go with him; feast
of bread and molasses should be the reward. did
not want second invitation, So forthwith we tray
elled breadand -molasses-w and to lose no time,
for we did not know how soon his mother, or some
other member of the family, might return and sur
prise u.s. we commenced with carVlng-knte In hand,
to contract the dimension OF a noble loaf by sub
stracting therefrom, sundry large slices, and this
feat accomplished we brought forth the old stone
two-galon Jug with the handle all side, as it
should be- deliberately removed the piece OF Corn
cob which had been substituted for cork and then
and there did we pour out and spread over the aore
said slices of bread quantities of the contents of
said Jug as seemed to us sufficient to CRAFTY our
sweet-tooth appettes. This accomplished, and just
as we were returning the jug to its accustomed place
beneath the lower shelf of the pantry were star
tied by the voice Of Hens mother in conversation
with some one in the front yard. There no
time to be lost-we could not think of leaving the
rich repast untouched $50 Hen seized the ample
slices all reeking with molasses, and thrust them
into his hat and still there was room left for his
head-and availing himself of the accommodation
though obliged to hold his we'll stuffed tile on with
both hands-we shot out of the back door, through
the garden the fence, lots the hill
and far away. Coming to fine shade, we biyou-
acked, and INDUCED in a little seemy juvenile
merriment at the success of observation-disclosures
adventure
"Weve got it u said Hen and of course we rubbed
our hands in very glee.
"There's something running down your face,
Hen-there i"-it was mOlasses
STOPPING forward Hen removed his hat from his
head, and such sight! His hair was beautifully
saturated with the sweet stuff, and when more
confined by his hat it began to spread, and ran down
his neck and face in streams of surprizing sweet
ness" We dam'd the streams as well as we could
with our hankerchiefs wiped them up, and soaked
up the great fountain from whence they sprung
Two small 'kerchiefs could not accomplished much,
to be sure, but we stopped the flow in great meas
ure and then spread repast carefully discardng
the parts which had been exposed to the tile and its
ordinary inmate, and this done, masticated the
remainder with something like avidity aided by
new relish. We were bound not to be altogether
disappointed, though Hen felt very uncomfortable
about his upper works, and could not help letting
out little by way of salvo.
Darn the moasses!"
Hen was being brought up as boys should be, and
never swore-his damns were all darns. He would
not have said damn the molasse for all the bread and
molasses in the world.
&C Darn the mOlaSSes-hOW am to get it out of my
hair 2"
$50 home. Hen, and have your head washed
Darn it, Die, mother will lick me to death ~
Of course that would not do-he could not go
home-the bread and molasses must be accounted
for-that would not do.
Suppose go to the creek g!
'sTo the creek darn it, yes-can you wash the
molasses out o.
"Can L? Wal, reckon that can try"
The creek was half mile away but two pair of
youthful legs transported thither, and strip
ping off jackets, soon went at it in most deter
mined manner. Hen on his hands and knees at the
edge of the water-I holding him by the nape of the
neck with my left hand, and rubbing away most lus-
tily with my right-but molasses would not give way
to cold water, and after few minutes rubbing,
gave it up.
| sits no use Hen it won't come without SOAP
Darn it-try again. Die" --.
At it agan-astride of his neck and rubbing away
with both hands, as if for dear life. But it
go-the molasses stuck to his hair like glue
e | tell you its no use, Hen, it won't out
without soap"
Darn the molasses ~ and Hen beloved like
calf.
"Don't cry Hen"
"I will cry-darn the molasses II
| And Hen did cry. He sat himself down on the
bank and let out-well, he did let out few. Poor
Hen | can see him now-molasses and water
streaming from half over MS DOWN
his neck--hs linen looking wet and streaked-tears,
water and moasses sweet mixture, running down
his agonzed features believing in beautiful strains
one Of the most heart-broken tunes imaginable.
tried to pacify him, but talking done good
Don't cry, Hen, your mother won't whip you'
49, yes she will o, she will whip me most to
death. o, dear %
| "Well don't cry-let me try again.
It was of but little use, the rubbing with water
only still, for the time being, it pacifed him-he
could not cry while the tonsoral operation was being
performed, and was perfectly willing to exert my
self to that extent, if more. But when | ceased
the shampooing Hen began bawling, and so between
bawling and washing, we had interesting time of
it. After three or four attempts both of were
wet nearly from head to foot and felt most uncom-
Portable. Hen was most heart-broken, and my pa
thence was entirely used up.
) "Tm going home, Hen''
? so, don't0try again. You'll get it out, 1 know
you WILL ->... -
eff had SOAP would-but its use.'
o, yes it is, Die, try-try sand, you know they
always use sand with soap in scrubbing."
Happy thought-sand Sand must be just the
thing We got down to the work, with renewed
hopes and went at it with renewed energies. Scoop
ling up handsful of sand rubbed it into his hair
: doused his head into the drink, scooped up more
sand and scrubbed away like house cleaner at the
fag end of a hard bargain. All that the stuff
Scrub away-glorious Poor Hen-his eyes were
catching the strays and wafs-scrub, scrub, scrub !
Sand cheap--don't spare it-handful after handful
! Scrub away !-Confound it, how it sticks More
, water more, more-the moasses holds fast-the
sand sticks tight to the molasses-try again-more
water-hopes sinking fast-all up, sand wont do
Sand water moasses