The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1886-03-06

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spouse to Franks question. "Wali, |
dunno how much ii is worth now. cause
there amt none made. | reckGr it II cost
ye about fifty cents poand, if ye can
git it,"
"What would You pay ful il?'' asked
Frank
ooh. Lor, dunno. Irecken I'd give
about forty cents, ei could git enough
to make it worth while. Say ten or
twenty pounds; ye see I'd have Ia scl! it
to some fancy soap-maker, AMI he
wouldn't take small lot. no We reckon
to pick someo' This last with und IS
guised sarcasm.
Yes, if you will buy it, answered
Tom.
"Oh. I'll buy all you ieIlcrS vii pick,
said the old man, laughing good -natur-
eddy at the idea of these city chaps
picking bay-berres.
Frank pal no attention to the Laugh.
but pursued his inquiries
"EIow do you get the wax of the her
ries?"
Bile EN-; peck o berries to "A pail of
water. They'll make about six poGLdS
of wax to the tushel.' answered the Old
man, concisely.
Thank YOU said Frank, leading the
way from the store, and busily making
calculations in his head the while.
six pounds to a bushel; flats two
dollars and forty cents. Now, | think II
we get any wax, father can sell it FOR US
at better prices than Terry will give. and
at any rate, 1t strikes me as a pretty good
thing he said, as they got into the road
Lets 60 and pick some candles, eX-
claimed Fred, excitedly.
Make haste SLOWLY said Frank.
crlmly. ITS late now. Tomorrow Will
be Saturday, and We can take al day at
it
You may tie sure the boys thought OF
but little else that night; AMI bright aud
early on Saturday morning they were of
up the road toward the Sound. where II e
bay berry pushes were the thickest
They were each provided with pals and
bags, and soon were busy stripping the
small shot like berries from the twigs.
There must be most thousand
bushels here remarked Tom, as he
emptied his pail for tie fourth time, and
surveyed the jungle of bushels into
which they had not penetrated.
"Yes; a thousand bushels more than
we will pick said Frank, whose hands
were already eg;nning to blister from
the unaccustomed work. For some time
they picked OF in silence, only stopping
from time to time to empty their pals
into the bags.
When Frank announced dinner time,
each had nearly filed his bag, m liking,
as Frank roughly calculated, about six
bushels in all, or about thirty-six pounds
of wax.
In the afternoon, with more bags, they
started off again; ard though they did
not work as rapidly as in the morning,
they had succeeded in picking about a
bushel apiece. when Herr Won Stamm
drove up the lane in his old buggy, to
see what his pupils were up to.
"Well, boys what is the idea now
he asked, as he stopped near the pile Of
bags Getting ammunition for winter
shooting
No. Sir; we're picking candles, re-
sponded Charlie, looking up from his
| work.
ooh. no. SO you are going 20 make
vegetable wax, Ell? Well. ven had bet
ter pile the sacks in the buggy, aud III
take them to the house. Then You eau
make gypsy fire and boil it
The remainder of the afternoon was
spent in oiling the berries, skmmlng
off the wax, AMI making it into cakes
by ting it cool in large tin pans: then
it was refined by boiling again, and
fin lilly packed into box for shipment to
New York. Mr.. Whitney found ready
sale for it at one of the large soap fac
tories, and the boys soon rejoced i'll the
possession of twelve dollars apiece as
result of their labors.
money seems ever SO much nicer when
you make it yourself remarked Tom
with his mouth full of peppermint sticks
(the only confection pro2urable i'll the
village, rattling a har dful OF silver.
"Ies, murmeIed Charlie. with the
nozzle of his shot pouch between his
teeth. "A fellow don't feel like spend
ing it all at one time
You don't need to want for money
where candles grow on bushes re
marked Frank, laughing.
"Nor anywhere else, if You are willing
to give honest labor in exchange for it.
said Professor Won Stamm, with which
aphorism of political economy the con
versation closed.