Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1871-06-22
BY SATIA BURNS.

He who has never been initiated in
the mysterious process OF making mo-
lasses candy, can never fully imagine
the delight and pleasure arising there
from, or full appreciate it's sweetness;
and he who is an acknowledged anna
teur in the art, never refuses an oppor-
tunity to indulge in it.
AS | was passing through the city
streets one night, Just as the various
shop windows were being Lit up, my at
teution was attracted to one by its sud
den illumination, where | saw tempt
ingly displayed large quantity of that
never-reflsed article" Molasses Can
! dy' Yielding at once to its susceptible
charms, | Immediately went in and in
vested a small amount for home con-
sumption. How white and shining were
the long sticks and what a flood of
>yecollections rushed over me at sight
OF them!
Who has never made one, of what is
called, an old fashioned Candy pull I"
He who has not, would never suppose
that dark fluid, molasses, capable of
producing such white candy, or realize
the pleasure of making it +,
1t was our fortune once to be invited
to one Of the social gatherings, and
what enhanced the pleasure, 1t was to
be in the country. Always living IN
the city, we had never attended any OF
the country parties, so frequent IN
winter time; and although we had
occasional stretches at home, when
Biddy was good natured, and was viii
70 la 10
We're nothing in comparison to what
this promised to be; and we were
haunted with visions of the "long
sweet'ning,' till the appointed time
drew near Then, when the sleigL
came dashing up with its merry load,
led 10y prancing steeds, lingl!ng their
merry bells, how We were bundled up
by our careful mamma, SO that 1t was
with some difficulty that we used the
powers of locomotlon, and looked as
broad as we were long, and We're then
snugly slowed away under the butialoes,
where, finally established, we at last
dashed of, with the parting injunction,
mot TO stay late, still ringing IN our
ears.
How crisp and white the snow, and
how merrily the bells iingled, and the
| horses curvetted and reared, threaten
/ ing to overthrow us all into some huge
snowbank, that loomed up by the road
side, with many "Ohs ~ and exclama-
tions of fright, from the girls, who
always got scared at the least little
thing, the boys said.
With what Jokes and songs did the
Ia lntNI ssaso ,N.,
sped away behind, till the lights of
the old farmhouse We're seen shining
I through the distance, where we arrived
with many a laugh and shout, and
were greeted by our hosts with words
of welcome. and the hostess, "on
hospitable cares intent" helped us of
with our wrappings. and seated us by
the glowing fire, where the joke and
laugh went round, till the corners OF
the old parlor re-echoed the joyful
sounds, and then we were summoned
to the kitchen.
4 farmers kitchen What reposi-
tory of comfort il looked the source
from whence proceeds the cheer of
everyday hfe. The large room with
its well-scrubbed floor. and its
sides lined with shelves and
hooks, were arranged, with scru-
pulous order, the various culinary uten-
sils of kitchen use, while from the
beams depended punches of dried
herbs, peppers, and strings Of dried
pumpkin festooned in graceful curves.
and everything betokening the thrift
and neatness Of the busy housewife.