TESTING THE CIDER.

Kumara Times, Issue 763, 11 March 1879, Page 2

TESTING THE CIDER.

A fanner having a barrel of cider on tap in his -waggon was doing/a fine retail business near the market at five cents per gliiss, when a man with a very thin voice and very ;olcl clothessoftly advanced and said, " Has the State Inspector of. pomologieal juices inspected that cider yet ?" . VI guess not," replied the farmer, 'greatly' eiribar--r.issed in a moment. "I thought hot," continued the thin;-voiced man ; " well, sir, you can draw me a full glass." The

farmer drew one, scanning the man with with great; anxiety, and when the "in* spector" held it np between his eye' and the shii, and said," The precipitation appears most to rapid*.while these floating particles denote urn usual depression. Perhaps a second glass will be clearer." He swallowed the com tents of the first at exactly four gulps, and taking a second glass he critically examined it and said, "Ah! The precipitation is clearing away. This cider seems to have been made from apples." "It-was, sin and they were nice apples, too," replied the farmer. " Let's see how a third glass will look. I ain quite satisfied otf. the point of compression." He drained the - and received the third/ and as he'/' sipped it he inquired, " You us*&auhand cider press, didn't you?" '* Yea, sir.' 1 : " "Ah ! I toought so. Worked it with a lever, didn't you!" " Yes, sir." "Did : the mill stand in a draught of air, while, you were working it f" «* I—l—don't know, sir." " Well, I think it did. ,Be »little more careful after this'. Theinspector of the pomological juices grades this barrel ' A No. 2,' but if you talcs a little more pains you can increase thij; grade=every : time in the future. AH right,, air, go onwith your selling." The man had been gone 10 minutes before any oi\q mustered . courage to remark he wag a fraud. " I know he's all right," persisted the farmer. " The minnit I saw him his coat tail avoiirid to wipe out the corner of his mouth} I knew he was a big gun, and I was just shivering in my boots for fear he'd ask me why I didn't: punch the seeds put of the apples before grinding."^Detroit Free Press. '