A F A MIL Y N E W S P IP E R KEUTRAL IN POL IT ICS .
EDITOR & PROPRIETOR
TWO SOLLIES PER1MUI.
TT r T ' TT T IT" f -4
RALEIGH, KOUTII CAROLINA, SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1854.
YUL. in U. IV.
WHOLE NO. 123.
WILLIAM D. COOKE,
SONG OF LABOR; THE MINER.
-' The eastern sky is blushing red,
The distant hill-jtop glowing ; ;
" The brook i murmuring in its bed,
'- In idle frolics flowing : '
'Tis lime the pick-axe and the:spade '
And iron Tom" were ringing;
And with ourselves, the mountain's stream,
A song of .labor singing, r
The mountain air is col and fresh :
Unclouded skief bend o'er us; !
Broad placers, rich in Hidden gold, -Lie
temp'tingly jiefore us : L
Tfien lightly ply the pick r.nd spade
With sinews strong and lusty : j
A golden " p;ll" i quk-kly niada,
: Wherever claims are 44 dusty." i
We ask no magic Midas' wand,
: ; Nor w izard-rod divining ;
The pick- ixe, spade, and brawny hand
Are sorcerers in mining
We to'l for hard and yellow gold;
No bogus bank-no'es taking; I
The tank, we trust, though growing old,
Will better pay by "breaking."
There is no manlier life than ours,
A life amid the mountains, " j-
Where from the hill-sides, rich in gold,
Are w:lling sparkling fountains :
- A mighty army of the hills,
Like eome strong giant labors j
To gather spoil by earnest toil, j s
And not by robbing neighbors.
V' When labor closes, with tlie day,
: To simple fare returning, j
We gather in a merry group , i
. Around the eainp-lires burning;
The mountain sod our couch at night, 1
- j. The stars shinej bright above us ;
. We think of home, and fill asleep
- ' : To dream of those who love us.
From Godey's Lady's Book.
jRECIPE FOR POTATO
Oil, GOSSIP KROM OUR foWN.
BY TOE -VCTIIOB OP TU1PBEDOTT PAPERS.
J The following story is not now" published for
the first time; but we republish it at the re
quest -of mauy subscribers, who want, it in 'an
endurable Torm, and because we (wish to pre
serve a, story so characteristic of the peculiar
talent of its amiable writer, whose." memoir we
published in our numbers for July 'and August,
Mr. John Darling, a worthy and intelligent
mechanic, 'who has been, for two rears past, a
resident of our town, was somewhat surprised
and considerably gratified one day last fall, at
receiving an invitation to dine with Colone
Philpot, one of the aristocracy.
Mr. Darling enjoys that respect; in pur com
munity which mechanical ingenuity andintegri
ty united are always sure to command every
where. These qualities, and a more than ordi
nary degree of information, acquired by the
employment of jmieh of his leisure'timein read
ing, have givenliim an almost unbounded, influ
ence amongst his own class. ,
Though 'the iti vitatioTi to Colone! P.'s created
some Surprise, in his mind, he felt more disposed
to be pleased at the honor ihan to (question the
motives, which prompted it; for his nature is
wholly, free from suspicion and the! petty feeling
of jealousy which those in iiis station sometimes
indulge towards the " upper ten" jfeelings with
which,, we an sorrv to sav, the "-bosom of his
" i "
better half was frequently agitate'd-i
" We have been neighbors for some time, Mr.
;.Darling,v said Colonel Philpot ; " it is time we
were bitter .acquainted, Yon must come and
dine socially .with inc to-morrow. Mrs. Philpot
and the cliildrjen are, out of town, and I am go
ing to have a few tVivuds to enliven my soli-
ttrde." ' . . v' '! '
So John Darling " saved his appetite," dress
ed himself in his' be-t clothes, ami, at the ap
pointed hour a 4mewh'at later. one than his
customary tiio-i for dining repaired to Col.
' Philpot's. ,.:''"".'
lie met there several , of his associates
fine time and-a rjrarid dinner'
t the utmost
hilarity and good feeling prevai
d ; and Mr.
1 DaWing entertained his wife with an account of
it at every meaP for several weeks
"Hester, said, he one . day," jas they were
-seated at a corinsh dinner, ?'did vou ever taste a
potato pudding f'r
"Potato uuddingl No; I. never beard of
such a thing.'" -" I ' :
Well, 1 wish you could, for 'tis delictus!
V .. I.... .m.a 4.un I ! . '
" I wond-r .what you didii t have at
PhiipotV' said Mrs. Darling. " I declare, I'm
tire 1 hearing about it." .. '
" Well, I'll tell vou one tiling we didn't have
we didn't have codfish. But,, that' puddipg
d wish you'd learn how to make it ; it was
superb !" j ,
"T presume so ; and I guess, if I had half a
dozen servants at niy h,eJs, and a thorough
trained cook into the bargain, I could have
tilings superb, too. But,, as long as I have
everything to do myself, and very little to. do
with, I don't see how I'm to get up things in
style, I wonder you can expect me to."
" I don't expect you to, Hester. Ton always
do things td smf my tantpi But that pudding
was excellent ; and, being made of potatoes, I
thought, of course, it must be economical, and '"
" Economical ! .That's all you know about it.
What guiops men are! I'll warrant: it had
forty different things in it, and less potatoes
than anything else. I'm no hand to fuss up. I
like plain cookery, for my part."
" So do I, as a general thing. But then, you
know, it's well to have something a little better
than ordinary once in a while."
M Well, if you're not satisfied with my way
of doing jthifigs, you must hire a cook, or go
and board out." And Mrs.. Darling put on her
injured look, and remained silent during the rest
of the dinner. i
Hut, after all, she was not an ill-natured wo
man really; and, after her husband had gone to
his shop, she began to feel a little pricked in her
conscience for having b en so cross at dinner.
She wished she bad not gone on at such a rate.
But then, John bad bored her so about that
dinner at Colonel Philpot's she was out of pa
tience with it. Yet what right had she to be
out of patience with John ? lie never was out
of patience with her, and she could but acknow
ledge that he often had reason to be so. . So she
resolved to make it up as soon as possible.
John," said she, as she handed him a cup
of tea, " I've a great notion to try that potato
pudding. I believe I could make one." :
"No doubt of it, Hester," said her husband ;
you can do almost nny thing you try to.
" I suppose it takes butter, and sugar, and eggs
and spices, and so forth ; but I wish 1 knew the
" It's very easy to find out all about it by
calling at Colonel Philpot's. He said his wife
would be delighted to get acquainted with you."
"So you're told me a dozen times; but I
think that, if she wanted to .get acquainted with
me, she might call upon me. She's lived here
longer than I have, and it. isn't my place to
cdl first; and I don't believe the colonel tells
the truth when he says she., wants', to get ae-i
quainted with me."
Well, 1 always think people mean as (hey
say, and I wish you would, too, Hester."
" But it's very evident that she holds herself
a great deal above me. She has no reason to
certainly, for ht-r family wasn't half as respecta
ble as mine. Mrs. David Potter knows all
about them, root and branch, and she says that
Mrs. Philpot's father kept a very low tavern in
Norridge, and Mrs. Philpot herself tended the
bar when she wa- a girl. But, somehow. Colo
nel Philpot happened to fall in love with her,
and he sent her away to school, and then mar
ried her." '
44 Well, that's nothing against her, is it?"
' " No, of course -it wouldn't be, if she didn't
carry her head so high now. But its always
the way with such persons they never know
how to bear prosperity. There would't be any
thing said about her origin, if she uidu't put on
such airs ; but, as long as she feels so lifted up,
folks will4alk, you know."
"Perhaps you don't do her justice, Hester.
You know nothing about her excepting what
you've heard. At any rate, it could do no harm
to call upon her."
After repeated conversations and discussions
of this sort, Mrs. Darikig concluded to pay Mrs.
Philpot a visit. She could make the 'potato
pudding an excuse, and be governed by Mrs.
P.'s reception in regard to fa ther intercourse.
Mrs. Philpot has been, for several years past, to
use her own expression, " very unfortunate in
her domestics." With the exception of her,
cook up to the ... time of Mrs. Darling's call
she had seltlom kept one above a month, and,
sometimes not as long jis that. This frequent
change of servants was not so much o1' ing to
any unkinduess on Mrs. Philpot's part, as to the
facthaitMxs. Mudlaw, her cook,, could never
agree with them, litis iuuctiouary had beeu,
for several years, a fixture in Colonel P.'s estab
lishment ; indeed, Mrs. P. declared she could
not possibly get along without her. Mrs. Mud
law was, in fact, a good cook, and so entirely re
lieved that lady from all care in that depart
ment that, rather than part with her, she was
wiiling to submit to her petty tyranny1 in every
thing. The cook actually "ruled the roast" at
Colonel P.'s in more than one sense. And she
did not often find the subalterns of the house
hold as submissive to her wishes as Mrs. Pu;l
pot herself was. She contrived to quarrel them
away in a short time, for sne h id only to say to
P., " Well, either Bridget .or I must quit,
so you may take your choice ;" and the offend
ing servanl-maid was dismissed forthwith, there
being uo appeal from Mrs. Mudlaw's decision.
A scene of this kind had just occurred when
Mrs. Darlinjr made her visit, and a 1 new raw
Iiish girl had that morning been installed in
place of the one discharged. The duty of this
j girl was to answer the door-bell, and help Mrs.
Mudlaw. In fact, the hardest and most.disa-
.... n,j: - t..j. ' k.i :
W nell flirs. uariiug rang, iir. L niipot was in
the kitchen giving instructions to Peggy, or
rather acquiescing in those which Mrs. Mudlaw.
was laying down.
" There goes the bell," said that important
personage, and Mrs. Philpot hastened to an up
per window to see who it was. Having satisfied
herself, she came back and told Peggy togo and
admit the lady. I .
"Why don't you start, you ?" said Mrs.Mud
u Well. "wbat'H I do now ?" said Peggy, whirl
ing round in that bewildered way peculiar to
Irish girls. "
" Do!" roared Mudlaw " Don't you know
Dothin! Hain't we jest been tellin' je 'twas
youi duty to tend to the door-bell ? Run to the
front door and let 'era in, and show 'em into the
drawin'-room. You know where that is, don't
" Faith, I know that" answered Peggy, and
away she ran, thanking her stars that there was
at feast one thing that she knew.
r " It's no one that I know, I'm: sure," said
Mrs. Philpot, after Peggy bad gone; " at least,
the bonnet and shawl are not familiar to me. I
presume it is somebody I don't care" about seeing."
" I shouldu't wonder," said Mudlaw. " But
I s'pose yon couldn't do otherways, as the cur-
nel has given orders that no body ain't to be re
fused till after 'lection."
With much confusion and toe-stubbing, the
unfortunate Peggy ushered MVs. Darling into
the nursery, which was also Mrs Phi I pot's ordi
nary sitting-room. It was directly over the
kitchen, and heated from the cooking-stove by
means of a drum, or dummy, as Mrs. Mudlaw
called it. Every word that was said in the
kitchen could easily be heard in the nursery
quite a convenience to Mudlaw, as it enabled her
often to communicate with Mrs. Philpot without
the troubl of going up stairs. Many an inter
esting account of what she did when Mr. Mud
law was living, and how they managed at Gen
eral K.'s when she .was staying there, has gone
up thai stove-pipe.
The nursery was in a state of the greatest dis
order, as was usually the case, thongh the chil
dren were all out just thejJ. Sukey, the nurse
girl, had taken the baby out to ride, and Philip
Augustus had gone with them ; and Zoe Matilda
was at school. Playthings of every description,
carts, horses, -dolls, as well 'as children's books
and clothes, were scattered, about the room in
what Mrs. Darling called " awful confusion."
But she had not time for inward comments up
on this state of things, before her attention was
called to (he conversation below. .
"It's Mrs Darling as wishes to see ye, mum,"
' 41 That Mrs. Darling! Did you ever!" ex
claimed Mrs. Philpot.
. !' ' She ain't nobody, is she said Mrs. Mud
law. - '
" Nobody at all. Her husband is a cabinet
maker ; but the colonel has charged it upon me
to be polite to her just now. He wished me to
call upon her ; but I wouldn't condescend to
stoop so low as that, though he made me prom
ise to treat her with attention if she called."
44 Well, I wouldn't do it, if I was you," said
the cook. 44 I'd be mistress in my own house,
" But, you know, it's for his interest now.
He says that Darling has a great deal of influ
ence among mechaTiies can command a good
"Oh, I remenibor now ! he's one of them
codgers that dined here while you was away,
that the curnel was jaughin' about af erwards,
and tellin' you how awkward they handled the
44 Yes; isn't it prouoking to have to be polite
to. such peopld ? Well, I shall be glad when
'lection's over, for the coldnel says I may cut
them all then, and I think it won't be long be
fore they sink back to their own level.' And
Mrs. Philpot arose with a sigh, and ascended to
the draw ing-room, arranging her features into a
eracious and patronizing expression "as she
Mrs. Darling's feelings during this conversa
tion "can be better imagined than described,"
as the novels would say. Her first impulse was
to leave the- house without waiting for Mrs.
Philpot's appearance, and she rose and made a
few steps with that iutention ; but, on second
thoughts, she resolved to remain, and let her
know that she only came on an errand, and re
sumed her seat.
When Mrs. Philpot found no one in the draw
ing-room sb returned to the kitchen, supposing
that her visitor had gone
" She's gone," said she, " w'thout waiting for
me. She doesn't know enough about good so
ciety to understand that a lady doesn't make
ber appearance the moment she's called for
1 shouldn't wonder il'she was in the nursery
all the time," said Mudlaw; 44 for I heard a
stepping up there a while ago, and the children
hain't got home yet. Where did you take her
ty, you ?" "
" Why, I tuck her in the dhrawin'-room, sure,
as you tou Id me, right overbid," said Peggy, in
" You biunderin' Irish gumphead ! Don't
f fio rli si wintr'-room from tip. imrserv J"
1 uu ivuw" - - j j - " - - - j -
41 Oclf! but. I thought it was the dhrawin'
room ; for didn't I see the young masther a
dhrawin' his cart, and wasn't Shukey a dhrawin
the baby about the floore by its feet, when I
went up to take wather this mornin' V
There, I told you she was a born fool !'
said Mudlaw, in a rage. 44 She'll never know
nothing she'll never learn nothing you may
as well send her off first as last."
44 Hush ! don't speak so loud?' said Mrs
Philpot, in a whisper. 44 She can hear all your
8ay she has heard enough already Dear me.
whatsM I do? The colouel will' be so pro
voked! Hoyv could you be so dumb, Peggy
Run right up and take her into -the drawing
room. 'Stop ! you needn't ; you will make "Some
other mistake.. I'll go myself." -
In a state of mind not to be en-fied, Mrs. Phil
pot hastened to .the nursery. But, as she enter
tained a faint hope that the conversation below
bad not penetrated through Mrs."DarliDg's bon
net., she endeavored to hide her embarrassment
under an affable smile, extended her hand grace
fully, and drawled out a genteel welcome to her
" Delighted to see you, Mrs. Darling ; but
very sorry you should have been brought into
the nursery " no wonder she's sorry, thought
Mrs. Darling " th se raw Irish girls are so
Stupid ! Walk into the partor, if yeu -please."
" No, I thank you, Mrs. Philpot, I'd as soon
sit here," returned Mrs. Darling. " I can only
fitay a moment. I called to ask for a receipt
for potato pudding. Mr. Darling tasted one
when he dined with Col. Philpot, and liked it
so much that hd wished me to get directions for
44 Potato pudding ? Ah, yes, I recollect.
Mudlaw, my cook, does make a very good plain
thing that she calls a potato pudding ; but I know
nothing about her manner of preparing it. I
will calNier, however, and she shall tell you
herself." Thereupon she pulled the bell, and
Peggy shortly appeared, looking more fright
ened and bewildered than ever.
"Send Mudlaw here," said Mrs. Philpot.
She would not have dared to address her
"chief cook and bottle-washer" without the re
spectful title of Mrs. ; but it was rather more
grand to omit it, and she always did so when
not in her hearing.
"The missus said I was to send you there,"
" You send me" exclaimed the indignant
cook' 44 I guess I go for your sending, it '11 be
Mrs. Philpot, although conversing in a con
descending manner with Mrs. Durling, caught
something of the cook's reply to her summons,
and asked to be excused for a moment, saying
that Peggy was so stupid, she feared that Mud
law might not understand her, and she would
go herself and send her. So she hastened down
to the kitchen, where she found the head func
tionary standing on her dignity.
" Pretty well," said she, " if I am to be or
dered round bv an Irish scullion I"
44 Mrs. Mudlaw, step here a moment, if you
dease," said Mrs.; Philpot, meekly, opening the
door of an adjoining room. .
The offended lady vouchsafed to comply with
the request, and with a stern aspect, entered
the room with Mrs. Philpot. The latter closed
the door for fear of being heard overhead, and
" What do you think, Mrs. Mudlaw ? That
Mrs. Darling has come to leant how to make a
potato pudding, and you'll have to go up and
44 1 sha'nt do it. I make it a point never to
give my receipts to nobody."
44 1 know it ; and, I'm sure, I don't blame you.
But, in this case just now I really dfcm't see
how we can refuse."
Well, I sha'nt do it, and that's the hull
Oh, do, Mrs". Mudlaw, just this once. " The
Col. is so anxious to secure Darling, and he will
be so angry if we offend them in any way."
" But he needn't know it, need he ?"
44 He certainljT will find it out bv some means.
I know it is real vexatious to you, and I would
not ask it if election was over ; but now 'tis very
important it may save us all trouble. The
Col. is so decided, you knowl"
These last words of Mrs. Philpot had an ef
fect upon Mudlaw, which no wish or entreaty
of that lady would have ever produced, for they
suggested to her selfish mind the possibility of
a dismissal from her snug birth at Col. P.'s,
where she carried it with a high hand ; so she
44 Well, jest to please you and the curnel, I'll
do it ;. but I wish 'lection was over."
Mrs. Philpot returned to the nursery, and
Mrs. Mudlaw took off her apron, changed her
cap for one trimmed with pink ribbons and blue
roses, gave, numerous orders to Peggy, and fol
lowed. She was a short, fat woman,' with a
broad, red face such a person as a stranger
would call the very personification of good na
ture ; though I have never found fat people to
be any more amiable than lean onas. Certain
ly, Mrs! Mudlaw was not a very sweet-tempered
woman. On this occasion, she felt rather more
cross than usual, forced, as she was, to give one
of her receipts to a nobody. She, however,
knew the necessity of assuming a pleasant de
meanor at that time, and accordingly entered
the nursery with an encouraging grin on her
blazing countenance. . Mrs. Philpot, fearing
lest her cook's familiarity might belittle her
mistress in the eyes of Mrs. Darling, and again
asking to belexcused for a. short time, went into
the library, a nondescript apartment, dignified
by that name, which communicated with the
nursery-, The moment she left her seat, a large
rocking-chair, Mudlawdumped herself down in
44 Miss Philpot says you want to get my recerpt
for potater. puddin' ?"
44 Yes," replied Mrs. Darling. 44 1 would be
obliged to you for the directions." And she
took out of her pocket a pencil and paper to
write it down.
44 Well, 'tis an excellent puddin'," said Mud
law, complacently ; 44 for my part, I like it about
as well as any puddin' I make, and that's sayjn'
a good deal, I can tell you, for I understand ma-
kin' a great variety. Taint so awful rich as
some, to be sure. Now, there's the Cardinelle
puddin', and the Washington puddin', and the
Lay Fayette puddin', and the " i. i ,
44 Yes. Mr. Darling liked it very much tow
do you make it l" u i
,M WaL, I peel my potatert nd bile "ea, iiL&3f
water. I always let the water bile before I put
'em in. Some folks let their potaters lie and
sog in the water ever so long, before it biles,
but I think it spiles 'em. I always make it a
pint to have the water bile "
44 now many potatoes ?"
Wal, I always take about as many potaters
as I think I shall want. .I'm generally governed
by the size of the puddin' I want to make. If
it's a large puddin', why I take quite a number,
but if it's a small one, why, then I don't take
as many. As quick as they're done, I take 'em
up-and mash 'em as fine as I can get em. Fm
always very particular about that some folks
ain't; they'll let their potaters be full o' lumps.
I never do ; if there's anything I hate, its lumps
in potaters. I won't have 'em. Whether I'm
mashin' potaters for puddin's or for vegetable
use, I mash it til! there ain't the size of a lump
in it. If I can't git it fine without sifting, why,
I sift it. Once in a while, when I'm otherways
engaged, I sat the gerl to mashin' on't. Wal,
she'll give it three or four jams, and come
along. 4 Miss Mudlaw, is the potater fine
enough ?' Jubiter Rammin ! that's the time I
come as near gettin' mad as I ever allow my
self to come, for I make it a pint never to have
" Yes, I know it is very important. What
"Wal, then I put in my butter; in winter
time I melt it a little, not enough to make it
ily, but jest so's to soften it."
44 How much butter does it require ?"
44 Wal, I always take butter accordin' to the
size of the puddin' ; a large puddin' needs a
good sized lump o' butter, but not too much.
And I'm always partie'lar to have my butter
fresh and sweet. Some folks think it's no mat
ter what sort o' butter they use for cookin', but
I don't. Of all things,. I do despise strong,
frothy, rancid butter. For pity's sake, have your
" How much butter did you sav ?"
" Wal, that depends, as I said before, on what
sized puddin' you want to make. And another
thing that regulates the quantity of butter I use
is the 'mount o' cream I 'take. I alwavs put
in more or less cream ; when I have abundance
o' cream, I put in considerable, and when it's
scarce, why, I use more butter than I otherways
should. But you must be partie'lar notto get
in too much cream. There's a great deal in
havin' jest the right quantity ; and so 'tis with
all the ingrejiences. There ain't a better pud
din', when it's made right, but tain't everybody
that makes 'em right. I remember when I lived
in Tuckertown, I was a visitin' to Squire Hum
preys's one time I went in the first company
in Tuckertown dear me ! this is a changeable
world. Wal, they had what they called a po
tater puddin' for dinner. Good land ! Of all
the puddin's! I've often occurred to that pud
din' since, and wondered what the Squire's wife
was a thinkin' of when she made it. I wa'nt
obleeged to do no such things in them days,
and didn't know how to do anything as well as
I do now. Necessitv s the mother of inven
tion. Experience is the best teacher after
44 Do you sweeten it ?"
" Oh, yes, to be sure it needs sugar, the best
o' sugar, too ; not this wet, soggy, brown sugar.
Some folks never think o' usin' good sugaro
cook with, but for my part I won't have no
" How much sugar do you take ?"
"'Wal, that depends altogether on whether
you calculate to have sass for it some like sass,
you know, and then some agin don't. So, when
I calculate for sass, I don't take so much sugar ;
and when I don't calculate for sass, I make it
sweet enough to eat without sass. Poor Mr.
Mudlaw was a great hand for puddin' sass. I
always made it for him good, rich sass, too. I
could afford to have things rich before he was
uufortinate in bisness," (Mudlaw went to State's
prison for horse-stealing.) 44 1 like sass myself,
too : and the curnel and the children are all
great sass hands, and so I generally calculate
for sass, though Miss Philpot prefers the puddin'
without sass, and perhaps you'd prefer it with
out. If so, you must put in sugar accordingly.
I always make it a pint to have 'em sweet when
they're to be eat without sass."
" And don't you use eggs ?"
44 Certainly, eggs is one o' the principal ingre
"How many does it require ?"
44 Wal, when eggs is plenty, I always use
plenty ; and when they're scarce, why I can do
with less, tho' I'd ruther have enough : and be
sure to beat 'em well. It does distress me, the
way some folks beat-eggs. T always want to
have 'em thoroughly beat for everything I use
'em in. It tries my patience most awfully to
have anybody round me that won't beat eggs
enough. A spell ago we had a darkey to help
in the kitchen. One day I was a makin' sponge
cake, and havin' occasion to go up stairs after
something, I sot her to beatin' the eggs. Wal,
what do you think the critter done ? Why she
whisked 'em round a few times, and turned 'em
right onto the other ingrejiences that I'd got
weighed out. When I come back and saw
what she'd done, my gracious, I came as nigh
to losin' my temper as I ever allow myself to
come Twas awful provokin". I Always want
the kitchen help to do things as I want to have
'em done. 1 But I never saw a darkey ; yet that
ever done anything right. They're a lazy,
slaughterin' set. To think o' her spihV that
cake so, when Td told her over and over agin
that I -always made it a pint to have my eggs
44 Yes, it was too bad. Do vou use fruit in
" Wal, that's just as you please. You'd bet
ter be governed by your own judgment as to
that. Some like currants and some raisins, and
then agin some don't like nary one. If you use
raisins, for pity's sake pick out the stuns. It's
awful to have a body's teeth come grindin'
onto a raisin stun. I'd rather have my cars
boxt any time."
" How many raisins must I take ?"
44 Wal, not too many it's apt to make the
puddin' heavy, you know ; and when it's hea
vy, it ain't so good and light. I am a great
" Y"es. What do you use for flavoring ?"
"There agin you'll have to exercise your own
judgment. Some likes one thing, and some an
other, you know. If you go the hull figger on
temperance, why some other kind 'o flavorin'
'II do jist as well as wine or brandy, I s'pose.
But whatever you make up your mind to Use,
be partie'lar to git in a sufficiency, or else
your puddin' '11 be flat. I always make it a
" How long must it bake!"
"There's the great thing after all. The ba
kin' 's the main pint. A potater puddin', of
all puddin's, has got to be baked jest right.
For if it bakes a leetle too much, it's apt to dry
it up ; and then agin if it don't bake quite 'nough
its sure to taste potatery and that spiles it, you
" How long should you think
" Wal, that depends a good deal on the heat
o your oven, it yon have a very hot oven, it
won't do to leave it too long ; aud if your oven
ain't so very hot, why, you'll be necessiated to
leave it in longer."
" Weil, ho w can I tell anything about it ?"
" Why, I always let 'em bake till I think
they're done that's the safest way. I make it
a pint to have 'em baked exactly right. It's
very important in all kinds o' bakin' cake, pies,
bread, puddin's, and everything to have em
baked precisely long enough, and jest right.
Some folks' don't stem to have no system at all
about their bakin'. One time they'll burn their
bread to a crisp, and then agin it'll be so slack
tain't fit to eat. Nothing hurt's "my feelin's so
much as to see things overdone or slack-baked.
H- re only t'other day, Lorry-, the girl that Miss
Philpot dismissed yesterday, come within an
ace o' letting my bread burn up. My back was
turned a minnit, and what should she do but go
to stuffin' wood into the stove at the awfullest
rate? If I hadn't a found it out jest when I
did, my bread would a ben spilt as sure as I'm
a live woman. Jubiter Rammin, I was about as
much decomposed as I ever allow myself to git.
I told Miss Philpot I wouldn't stan, it no longer
one of us must quit either Lorry or me must
44 So you've no rule, about baking this pud
" No rule," aaid Mudlaw, with a look of in
44 Yes," said Mrs. Darling, "you seem to have
no rule for anything about it."
" No rule"' screamed the indignant cook, start
ing up, while her red face grew ten times redder, "
and her little black"" eyes snapped with rage.
"No rules !" and she planted herseJf in front of
Mrs. Darling, erecting her fleshy figure to its full
height ot majestic dumpiness, and extending
the forefinger of right hand till it reached an
alarming propinquity to that lady's nose. " No
rules, do you tell me I've no rules. Me, that's
cooked in the first families for 15 years, and al
ways giv satisfaction, to be told by such as you'
that I hain't no rules !',
Thus far had Mudlaw proceeded, and I know
not to what length she would have "allowed
herself" to o, had not the sudden eu trance of
Col. Philpot interrupted her. He be'n g a per
son of whom she stood somewhat in awe, parti
cularly 44 jast at this time," she broke off in the
midst of her tirade, and casting a look of inef
fable disgust at Mrs. Darling, retreated to her.
own dominions to vent her fury upon poor Peg
gy, who bad done everything wrong during her
While Col. Philpot was expressing his extreme
satisfaction at seeing Mrs. Darling, Mrs. Philpot
emerged from the library, where she had been
shaking in . her shoes during the interview be
tween that lady and Mudlaw.
"Matilda, my dear," said the Col., "this is
quite an unexpected pleasure, for really Mrs.
Darling, we began to fear that you did not intend
to cultivate us. ,-. r -
" I did not come for that purpose," replied
Mrs. Darling, who, now that 6he saw through
Col. Philpot, despised bim thoroughly, and was
not. afraid to let htm know it, notwithstanding
he belonged to the aristocracy of our town,. 44 1
came on an errand, and your-cook has got very
angry witb me for tome reason, I scarcely know
" Poor Mudlaw," said Mrs. Philpot, anxious
to icreen her main .stay from the Colonel's dis
pleasure, yet feeling the necessity of some apo
logy to Mrs. Darling. "Poor Mudlaw, I don't
think she intended to be rude.". '
M Wb at has tho cook been rude to Mrs.
Darling !" exclaimed Col. P. . f -;
Not rude, exactly, dear; but you know she
is so Sensitive about everything connected with
her department, and she fancied that Mrs. Darl
ing called her skill in question, and became
somewhat excited.'V '
" Quite excited,! should call it," said Mrs.D.
ithasrnile;- " - ' ' '
An3 she has dared to treat MrsV Darling
rudely !" said Col. P., apparently much agitated.
14 Shameful disgraceful the wretch " shall suf
fer for it. To think that a lady like Mrs. Dart
ing should be insulted by a cook, in my house,
too." f ; . " " ' I
" And just before election, too ; it is a pity !?!
said Mrs. Darling quietly, as she rose, and wis!
ing them good mousing, departed, leaving Co!
Philpot lost in astonishment. Her last remar!
rendered necessary some explanation from Mrs
P. She was. compelled to repeat some part of
the conversation that had taken place in the
kitchen, which, though softened down as much
as possible, was .sufficient to rouse the Col.'s in
dignation to the highest pitch, for he saw at
once that Darling was lost. He gave his silljy
wife a bearty blowing up, but upon Mudlaw his
wrath fell .heaviest. No entreaties of her mis
tress could save her : she was commanded tjo
quit the premises, to troop forthwith " for being
rude to visitors." But Mudlaw knew well enough
the real reason of her dissmissal, and when she
went forth in rage and sorrow, she found sonie
consolation in spreading it far and wide, thereby
making'Col. Philpot very ridiculous in the eyiU
of the community. J '
44 Well, I'm surprised, Hester," said Jouji
Darling, after his wife had given him a circum
stantial account of her visit. . "And I'm rlgit
sorry, too, to have my good opinion of a man
knocked in the head so, for I did think well pf
Col. Philpot. I really believed we couldn't send
-a better man to Congress. But it won't do. 1A
man that can. stoop to such conduct isn't fit to
go there. I can't vote for him, and my influ
ence, what little I have, must go against him.--p
If he gets there, it must bo without any help
from John Darling." 'j
Cot. Philpot did Tiot go to Congress, and what
made his defeat the more aggravating was t o
fad that his oppopent was elected by the suiill
majority of three votes. Ai.d so Col. Philftot
lost ,his election ; and Mrs. rbilpot lost Her
cook ; and Mr. Darling lost his esteem forCiol.
Philpot, and ail thiough the over-politeness(f
Mrs.; Darling gained something. Not much
formation in regard to the potato pudding, cer-
j tainly ; but she gained some knowledge of me
internal arrangements, of Mrs. Philpot's house-
hold, wincn proved ot great service to her, lor
she confesses to John that she was never so con
tented with htr own home and her own hus
band as she has been since she made that me
morable call at Col. Philpot's.
THE PRAIEIE FIGHT?
BY MBS. E. 1". SWIFT.
It was that most delicious season of the year,
the 4 Indian Summer,' when sealed by some
travelling companions on the aeck of the steam
er Otto, bound for the Upper Mississippi,-
perceived three Indians in earnest parley with
the captain of the boat. They; were fine specT-
meus of exact symmetry. Their keen dark eyes
glittered, with excitement, and, with their rifles
in their bands, and each one foot advanced, tley
appeared as if preparing to . spring overheard
into the deep and turbid waters of the river.
I With furious gestures they point to the prairie,
that lay stretched out before the view until!
seemed to meet the glowing 6ky. Covered wi
rich grass and wild flowerslonely and wild
it looked like a vast extent of silence and soli
tude. But as we gazed through the skimmer-.
ing mist that, like a trasparent veil over the fuce
of beauty, enveloped its green luxuriance, we ob
served for in the single file at a. rapid rate, j
They were Sioux, whose tribe at that time
were in deadly feud with the Chippeways. The
Indians on board the Otto were chiefs of that .
nation returning to their homes. As soonas
the Chippeway s saw the Sioux, they knew fnom
their m5de of travelling that they had beeni on
a war expedition to some of their villages; hence
their impassioned gestures . and pleadings to
the captain to be set on shore. They said they
wod take their scaips irom tueir xoes, ana re- j
join the boat some distance ahead. . j
; After urging their request for sometime, the
panrain nf the. Otto complied with it. and thev
- - r , ..
InnJal nnfl VII 1T1 flll'V Tilt it Cf til PIT
enemies. At- the solicitation of many of the pas
sengers, backed by the potent influence of snn
dry odd dollars, which found their way into the
rough hands of the captain, her consented to be
boat's slackening her speed, that we might view
the result. - . , .,; .... ,. ,? -'-y.
The Chippeways crept stealthily but swiftly
along the shore,' concealing tbemselves in jfjhe
brushwood that lined the , banks of the "Tri
until they came" near enough to the Sioux, jind
then, with a spring like a panther's, aad a whoop
that filled : the air 'with its murderous Vcho.h'n
an instant each rifle brought down a W Three
of the' Sioux fall dead upon the prairie. In jjfe
turn' thr Sioux, though taken by surprise and
thrown off their guard,' turned in puwuit of jthe
Chippeways, who fled for, their fives, deUrmin'
ed to avenge the death of their fallen coui
intCUSO OXCIIiCIUUJIi VU UUWU IUB DICBUUOI
was bevond description. 1 Ladies were borne half
fainting with terror to. the cabin ; mothers, were
screaming ! for their children'; children crying
and nurses scold;ng all dreading instant,mas-
-r :' it. --."-';":' t-iV- tIj;!-.-
sacre irom meir near proximity ia tiie jjiuims
Men gathered in groups on the deck ; some bet
tig high on the result of the fight; some blam-
bg the captain 'tor permitting murder ;otiers