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several small loaves of this in succession, tending and turning them
as carefully as an Egyptian his hatching eggs. They were a real
cereal fruit which I ripened, and they had to my senses a fragrance
like that of other noble fruits, which I kept in as long as possible by
wrapping them in cloths. I made a study of the ancient and
indispensable art of bread-making, consulting such authorities as
offered, going back to the primitive days and first invention of the
unleavened kind, when from the wildness of nuts and meats men
first reached the mildness and refinement of this diet, and travelling
gradually down in my studies through that accidental souring of the
dough which, it is supposed, taught the leavening process, and
through the various fermentations thereafter, till I came to "good,
sweet, wholesome bread," the staff of life. Leaven, which some
deem the soul of bread, the spiritus which fills its cellular tissue,
which is religiously preserved like the vestal fire-some precious
bottleful, I suppose, first brought over in the Mayflower, did the
business for America, and its influence is still rising, swelling,
spreading, in cerealian billows over the land-this seed I regularly and
faithfully procured from the village, till at length one morning I
forgot the rules, and scalded my yeast; by which accident I
discovered that even this was not indispensable-for my discoveries
were not by the synthetic but analytic process-and I have gladly
omitted it since, though most housewives earnestly assured me that
safe and wholesome bread without yeast might not be, and elderly
people prophesied a speedy decay of the vital forces. Yet I find it not
to be an essential ingredient, and after going without it for a year am
still in the land of the living; and I am glad to escape the trivialness
of carrying a bottleful in my pocket, which would sometimes pop
and discharge its contents to my discomfiture. It is simpler and more
respectable to omit it. Man is an animal who more than any other can
adapt himself to all climates and circumstances. Neither did I put any
sal-soda, or other acid or alkali, into my bread. It would seem that I
made it according to the recipe which Marcus Porcius Cato gave
about two centuries before Christ. "Panem depsticium sic facito.
Manus mortariumque bene lavato. Farinam in mortarium indito,
aquae paulatim addito, subigitoque pulchre. Ubi bene subegeris,
defingito, coquitoque sub testu." Which I take to mean,- "Make
kneaded bread thus. Wash your hands and trough well. Put the meal
into the trough, add water gradually, and knead it thoroughly. When
you have kneaded it well, mould it, and bake it under a cover," that
is, in a baking-kettle. Not a word about leaven. But I did not always
use this staff of life. At one time, owing to the emptiness of my
purse, I saw none of it for more than a month.

Every New Englander might easily raise all his own breadstuffs in
this land of rye and Indian corn, and not depend on distant and
fluctuating markets for them. Yet so far are we from simplicity and
independence that, in Concord, fresh and sweet meal is rarely sold in
the shops, and hominy and corn in a still coarser form are hardly
used by any. For the most part the farmer gives to his cattle and hogs
the grain of his own producing, and buys flour, which is at least no
more wholesome, at a greater cost, at the store. I saw that I could
easily raise my bushel or two of rye and Indian corn, for the former
will grow on the poorest land, and the latter does not require the
best, and grind them in a hand-mill, and so do without rice and pork;
and if I must have some concentrated sweet, I found by experiment
that I could make a very good molasses either of pumpkins or beets,
and I knew that I needed only to set out a few maples to obtain it
more easily still, and while these were growing I could use various
substitutes beside those which I have named. "For," as the
Forefathers sang, "we can make liquor to sweeten our lips Of
pumpkins and parsnips and walnut-tree chips."

Finally, as for salt, that grossest of groceries, to obtain this might be
a fit occasion for a visit to the seashore, or, if I did without it
altogether, I should probably drink the less water. I do not learn that
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