Jacob, I hope you will not forget
the salt to-morrow when you go to Lymington, for my pigs are ready for
killing, and we must salt the greatest part of the pork. After the
legs and shoulders have lain long enough in salt, I mean to try if I
can not smoke them, and if I do, I'll then smoke some bacon. Won't
that be jolly, Alice? Won't you like to have a great piece of bacon
hanging up there, and only to have to get on a stool to cut off what
you want, when Edward and I come home hungry, and you've nothing to
give us to eat?"
"I shall be very glad to have it, and I think so will you too, by the
way you talk."
"I shall, I assure you. Jacob, didn't you say the ash sticks were the
best to smoke bacon with?"
"Yes, boy: when you are ready, I'll tell you how to manage. My poor
mother used to smoke very well up this very chimney."
"I think that will do," said Humphrey, letting his hazel stick spring
up, after he had bent it down, "but to-morrow I shall find out."
"But what is it for, Humphrey?" said Edith.
"Go away, puss, and play with your kitten," replied Humphrey, putting
away his tools and his materials in a corner; "I've a great deal on my
hands now, but I must kill my pigs before I think of any thing else."
The next day Jacob took the venison into Lymington, and brought back
the salt and other articles required.
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