Don't you know enough to use saleratus to sweeten the sour milk?
You better keep this an' buy some at the next store." "I wish I had somebody along that could cook," said I.
"Can't you cook ?" she asked.

"I can." I told her, then, all about my experience on the canal; and how we used to carry a cook on the boat sometimes, and sometimes cooked for ourselves.

I induced her to sit by me on the spring seat which I had set down on the ground, and join me in my meal while I told her of my adventures.

She seemed to forget her ragged and unwashed dress, while she listened to the story of my voyages from Buffalo to Albany, and my side trips to such places as Oswego.

This canal life seemed powerfully thrilling to the poor girl.