The host, in his white hat and grey beard, led the way with a basket on his arm, filled with little cakes, called with us gingernuts.

He was followed by a file of other men with baskets of nuts, apples, etc.
It was a most hilarious scene, exhilarating to all the senses to look upon, either for young or old.

He walked around the ring with a grand, Cromwellian step, sowing a pattering rain of the little cakes on the clean-shaven lawn, as a farmer would sow wheat in his field, broadcast, in liberal handfuls.

Then followed in their order the nut-sowers, apple-sowers, and the sowers of other goodies.

When the baskets were emptied, the circular space enclosed was covered with as tempting a spread of dainties as ever fascinated the eyes of a crowd of little people.