The Truth of Cider-making Plant at Glastonbury. 775 
Table summing the General Results of the Trials. 
100 lb. of apples 
Time occupied 
iu grinding 
Time occupied 
in pressing 
Gallons of juice 
obtained 
Power Plant. 
minutes 
minutes 
gallons 
Workman .... 
1-3 
217 
60 
Dening .... 
1-4 
61 
59 
II and Plant. 
Workman .... 
1-88 
1-77 
61 
Bamber .... 
622 
12-33 
G-9 
The foregoing figures, measuring tlie performances of the 
various competitors, and hitherto scattered through this Report, 
may now be brought together, with advantage to the reader, since, 
apart from questions of good construction and workmanship in the 
various machines which, of course, received the careful con- 
sideration of the Judges, they point to the winner with no un- 
certain finger, and buttress conclusions which the Jury believe 
were equally shared between themselves and the public. 
It is not often, indeed, that so interested and, therefore, 
interesting, a public gathers in a trial field. Every man on the 
ground seemed to know, as they say in Cornwall, all about "tin 
and fish," or, in Somersetshire equivalents, all about apples and 
cider; — what else, indeed, should one expect in Zummerzet, 
where a story of Mr. Neville Grenville's must illustrate how 
much these two things are to her children ? 
Not many years ago, some shallow muddy pools, hollowed 
in the Lias formation of the neighbourhood, formed the only 
water-supply of a certain Somersetshire village. These, in pre- 
scientific days, excited no man's fears, but housewives cooked and 
scrubbed in happy ignorance of the microbe and his wily ways. 
At length there came a new sanitary inspector, Pasteur-bitten, 
and a microscopist, who, shocked at the state of things he found, 
could not rest until he had brought down Mr. Bailey Denton to 
inspect and report. The authority arrived, and was duly horrified 
at the mud-holes whence, he presumed, the village drank. Turn- 
ing to the hale old native who had shown him the way, he said, 
" And is this the water you drink, sir ? " " Whaat did you zay, 
zur ? " was the surprised reply, and the question had to be 
repeated more than, once before the Western man could catch its 
drift. At length he " caught on," and, with a burst of hearty 
laughter, exclaimed, " Oh, Lard bless 'ee, noa, zur, we doant 
drink no watter down here, we've got plenty o' good zider in 
Zummerzet ! " 
