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busy. One evening he was making something which puzzled them all. They asked him what it was for, but he would not tell them.
"It's an experiment that I am trying," said he, as he was bending a hazel stick. "If it answers, you shall know: if it does not, I've only had a little trouble for nothing. 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 cannot 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. The pigs were then killed, and salted down under Jacob's directions; his rheumatism did not allow him to assist, but Humphrey and Edward rubbed in the salt, and Alice took the pieces of pork away to the
