The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1930-04-18

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our absence to provide a goo
store of potatoes, and also o
manoic ROOT. | admired her in
dustry, and little Franz said, "Ah
father! l wonder what you will
say when mother and l give yol
some Indian corn, and melons
and pumpkins, and cucumbers!"
"Now. you little chatterbox!'
cried she, you have let out my
secret, / was to have the pleas
ure of surprising your father
when my plants were growing
up"
"Ah, the poor disappointed lit
tie mother!" said 1. Never mind!
/ am charmed to hear about it.
Only do tell me, where did those
seeds come from?"
out of my magic bag, of
course!" replied she. And each
time | have gone for potatoes,
have sown seeds in the ground
which was dug up to get them;
and l have planted potatoes also"
We'll done, you wise little wo-
mani" l exclaimed. why, you are
a model of prudence and indus
try!"
But" continued she, Il do not
half like the appearance OF those
tobacco-graters you have brought.
Is it possible you are going to
make snuff? Do, pray, let us
make sure of abundance Of food
for our mouths, before we think
of our noses!"
Make your mind easy, my
wife" said I. 81 have not the re-
hottest intention of introducing
the dirty, ridiculous habit of
snuffing into your family! Please
to treat my graters with respect,
however, because they are to be
the means of providing you with
the first fresh bread you have
seen this many a long day"
What possible connection can
there be between bread and to-
bacco-graters? / cannot imagine
what you mean, and to talk of
bread where there are no ovens
is only tantalizing."
"Ah, you must not expect real
loaves," said /. But ON these
flat plates ! a bake flat cakes
or scenes, which will be excellent
bread; / mean to try at once what
| can do with Ernest's roots. And
first of all, I want you to make
me a nice strong canvas bag"
This the mother willingly under
took to do, but she evidently had
not much faith in my powers as
a baker, and / saw her set on a
good potful of potatoes before be-
ginning to work, as though to
make sure of a meal without de-
pending on my bread.
Spreading a piece of sailcloth
on the ground, l summoned my
boys to set to work. Each took
a crater and a supply of we'll
washed manios root, and when all
were seated round the cloth
Once, twice, thrice! Off" cried
/, beginning to rub a root as hard
as | could against the rough sur
face of my crater. My example
was instantly followed by the
whole party, amid bursts of mer'
riment, as each remarked the
funny attitude and odd gestures
of his neighbors while vehement
ly rubbing, rasping, grating, and
grinding down the roots allotted
to him. No n was tempted by
the look of the flour to stop and
taste it, for in truth it looked
much like wet sawdust.
"Cassava bread is highly es-
teemed in many parts of the New
World, and l have even heard
that some Europeans there prefer
it to the wheaton bread of their
own country. There are various
species of manioc. One sort grows
quickly, and its roots ripen in a
very short time. Another sort
is of somewhat slower growth.
The roots of the third kind do
not come to maturity for two
years. The two first are poison
Gus, if eaten raw, yet they are
preferred to the third, which is
because they are 30
much more fruitful, and the flour
produced is excellent, IL the
scrapings are carefully pressed"
What is the good Of pressing
them, father" inquired Ernest.
ut is in order to express the
which contains the poison.
The dry pith is wholesome and
.ourishing. Still, l do not mean
10 taste my cakes. until / have
.ried their effect on our fowls
and the ape"
BY this time our supply OF
cots being reduced to damp pow
Ter, the canvas bag vas filled
With it, and tying it tightly up, {
attempted to sqeeuze 1t but |
DON found that mechanical aid !
necessary in order to express '
be moisture. My arrangements L
Or this purpose were as follows: t
strong, straight beam was laid
at on one side, smooth planks Il
ere laid across two OF the low C