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me in the cars, invariably inquired what I had in my 

 tin kettle, and wanted to know whether I had gone 

 out for a day s work and taken my dinner-pail along, 

 I grew ashamed, and determined thereafter to make 

 my own butter. 



To say that I was utterly unacquainted with but 

 ter-making was simply to admit that I had been born 

 and reared in the city; and, except for some early 

 reminiscences of an enthusiastic youth passing his 

 summer amid rural pleasures, and helping the tired 

 and rosy-cheeked dairy-maid, I knew nothing what 

 ever on the subject, and did not even know in what 

 scientific work to look for the needful instruction, as 

 nothing satisfactory was to be found in &quot;Bridge- 

 man&quot; or &quot; Ten Acres Enough.&quot; A churn was to be 

 used, that was clear; but whether the milk was 

 churned or the cream, or how long it required, or 

 what other mysteries were involved, I could not tell. 



The first necessity, therefore, was to have a churn, 

 and to obtain this I stopped in at one of the numer 

 ous stores in and near Fulton Street, where agricul 

 tural implements are sold. I inquired falteringly if 

 they had churns for sale, not being certain that these 

 came under that designation, and a good deal con 

 fused at the mass of curious implements and wonder 

 ful pieces of mechanism which were scattered about. 

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