The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-11-18

saw only sparks, then n thick mass be-
came visible, floating on the surface OF
the buttcrmilk .,..
"Try little longer said Mrs. Live
we'll
"Fiye minutes he told me was am
ple. / don't believe the cream was
good"
"Oh, yes, l know the cream is good"
returned the wife. You must churn
longer"
And so the lid was put down, and the
patent butter-maker again set in opera
ton and worked for five minutes, during
the whole Of which time En- and Katy
were pounding and calling on the out
side of the door.
"Now l guess it's come," said Mr..
Livewcll, as he took out his pocket
handkerchief and wiped the perspiration
from his forehead, while Mrs. Livewell
proceeded to inspect the contents of the
churn. But alas there was nothing
within that was familiar to their eyes as
butter. In its place was thick, soft
mass, that bore some slight resemblance
to the article they sought. While pom
dering over this and wondering what it
could mean, CLEAN of light came into
the mind of Mrs. Livewell. She re-
membcred having heard some onesay, that
after butter was churned it had to be
removed from the buttermilk, and all
the watery particles forced out by some
sort of kneading or compression. SO
she took out the buttery mass, which
weighed some two pounds, and putting
it in a dish, worked it with spoon until
it came to the consistence of good firm
lard. A little salt was added, after
which breakfast was served, and the
children admitted. The pent-up curios-
ity of these young excitables overhowed
towards the churn, and the reader will
scarcely be surprised to hear that, in
their scramble for its possession and the
particular privilege of rotating the dash
er, they managed to throw il over and
deluge the floor with buttermilk.
A little scene followed, not necessary
to describe-some Of our fair readers
may easily imagine it--and then the ex-
pectant family gathered around the table.
Butter was plenty, even though it had
cost forty cents pound, to say nothing
of the labor, and price of the churn.
But somehow or other, it hadn't exactly
a natural appearance or taste. Mr.. and
Mrs. Livewell looked at each other
gravely, and shook their heads. The
children preferred molasses after frs
trial of the butter, and finally the waite
was directed to bring in some of th
genuine article.
Of course, the atmospheric churn wa
voted a failure, and slowed away to be
come acquainted with dust and cobwel
u the cellar, where it still repost
=" solitary and alone" And, of course
as the butter laboratory has not yet bee
established, Mr.. and Mrs. Livcwell an
their family are still victims to the con
slant fluctuations in the butter market
and there seems little chance of an,
happy turn of events in their favor
They are still looking forward with hop
to the time when hay and grass will b
converted, by a cheap, quick and simpl
process, into butter, without all the delay
expense and nonsense attendant upo
cow-fecding and milking. But we al
afraid they will grow faint with lookir
and longing for the good time they
earnestly desire. Their case is me
ancholy one but they have this cons
lation, if consolation it be-they are b
the types of class, and that hume
Gus one.