The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1912-12-26

| aitHousn IL is neresay 10 say so, lt is
believed that the trouble lies with the
usual way of cooking it, the way indi-
Gated IN the song.
For the benefit Of possible future
Barmecides guests. who might other
wise sit hungry before an unrelished
! possum feast" the following differ
ent 'possum cookery is offered:
Cook the 'possum in tarpauIin bag
The scorching rubber may help some.
But first rub the meat thoroughly with
cinnamon and oil of cloves. Instead
of sweet potatoes (which should not be
spoiled put in several onions and
Hubbard squashes. Cayenne pepper in
sufficient handfuls to make the gravy
red is essential. Put in a quick oven
and roast for four hours until done to
a crisp.
When serving be certain to have
beetsteak and other things on the
table.
The writer of the above has lived in
a country where they grow no persim-
mons. To be sure, a 'possum fed on
anything else but simmons should
never be placed on a table. However,
a man that had once feasted on a pos
sum might dream of the ricn viands,
even while eat4g the most tender
/ Porterhouse.
No one knows how to cook possum
except a southern born and raised ne
gro But before the cooking process
is begun, the marsupial must be killed
and dressed in just the right manner or
it will be impossible to carry out the
culinary art. The following are the
killing rules strictly observed in all
persimmon and pokeberry regions
Always use an old sbroom handle.
Get the 'possum by the tail. Place him
gently on the ground, drop the broom
handle over his neck and then put one
of your feet on each end of the handle.
Grasp the tail firmly with both hands
ard pull with all your might. The
spinal column in the region of the pos
sums neck will thus be severed. The
animal is positively unfit for food if
killed in any other manner.
Furthermore, a 'possum is never fit
to be placed on table unless he can
be surrounded by heaps of Drowned,
juicy yellow yams.
he report has been spread around,
! whether John did it or not is not
known, still number of his friends
have been under the impression that
John Goldsbury, of the "Gwan and
Gwott ranch in the Upper Valley,
was a hunter of big game. However,
Geo. W. Blodgett, his neighbor, de-
clares that the rumor is utterly erron-
eous. John can't even kill cat, !" he
saws, explaining with the following
story:
John closed his house last week.
lie had two cats. One was considered
: a very faithful feline and it was. left in
The care Of a neghbor for the winter.
The other was rather dependent little
e pussy cat, and John, fearing that if
d ne lett 1t at his hacienda for the win
b Ter that 1t would perish, decided to kill
IT, lie asked me to be eXecutloner,
ana | promised to slay the animal, If
ne would let me do it with an axe.
However, John has a superstition about
killing cats with an axe. He thinks
they VIII never hang around and 'hant
you II you shoot them. refused to
attempt to shoot the cat.
'Ihereupon he appointed himself the
e&ecuuoner. The kitten was enticed
out OF the house with piece of beef
B. steak and John, loading his trusty 22,
placed himself on the ground on his
stomach and drew bead. Click, the
cartridge did not explode. This process
was repeated several times. And when
a shell finally exploded, John missed
tNe cat altogether. He succeeded in
oadly frightening it and it made for
lHe dark recosses under the floor.
deciding to wait until it would re-
turn TO the light again before repeat
ing the work, we completed painting a
9 tooI with Venetian red. was washing
Out my brush and threw lot of the
req mixture on the snow. John, |
called, come here. See that blood.
10y We shot that cat and it is bleeding
10 death. You ought to go under the
/, mousse and get it and put it out of its
misery. Now John is the most ten
u,t hearted fellow in the world and
WIN Two big tears in his eyes he
yra"'ed under the floor. Pcretty soon
heaTu a scuitle, mutfied oath and
"a" John feet protrude from under
.'l mousse, He continued to mutter as
ne came forth and | think the cat was
swearing too. John had the poor thing
pl 1ne Iaii. II had scratched him and
oIllen nm. To draw the story to
llu@e when he again stood up with the
seiee.cmng cat fast to his hand, he
axe
4. Mm l.. Cook, who was postmaster at
He,"5,TJ, zen, Montana writes; 81 recon