Colonial recipes, from old Virginia and Maryland manors

" Colonel Carter of Cartersville." Do we know him? Why, we have lived with him so long that he has become to us a living figure. And Chad — dear old Chad! Just listen and the Colonel will tell us how to serve and eat canvasback ducks, and Chad will tell us how to eat " tar'pin." " Then the ducks! " " Lay 'em here, Chad — right under my nose. Nozv hand me that pile of plates sizzlin' hot and give that carvin' knife a turn or two across the hearth. Major, dip a bit of celery in the salt and follow it with a mou'ful of claret. It will prepare yo' palate for the kind of food we raise gentlemen on down my way. See that red blood, suh, following the knife! " My dear old Aunt Nancy sends me a pair every week, bless her sweet soul! Fill yo' glasses and let us drink to her health and happiness." (Here the Colonel rose from his chair. ) 46 " Colonel Carter of Carter sville" " Gentlemen, the best thing on this earth — a true Southern lady!" " Now, Chad, the red pepper." " Jelly f No, suh; Not a suspicion of it. A pinch of salt, a dust of cayenne, then shut yo' eyes and mouth, and don't open them 'cept for a drop of good red wine. It is the salt marsh in the early mornin' that you are tastin' , suh — ■ not molasses candy." — From " Colonel Carter of Cartersville," by F. Hopkinson Smith. " Chad wreaked his vengeance upon the absconding terrapin by plunging him, with all his sins upon him, headlong into the boiling pot, and half an hour later was engaged at a side table removing, with the help of an iron fork, the upper shell of the steaming vagabond." " Tar' pin jes' like a crab, Major, on'y got mo' meat to 'em. But yo' got to know 'em fust to eat 'em. Now dis yere shell is de hot plate, an' ye do all yo' eatin' right inside it," said Chad, dropping a spoonful of butter, the juice of a lemon, and a pinch of salt into the impromptu dish. " Now, Major, take yo' fork an' pick out all " Colonel Carter of Cartersville " 47 dat black meat an' dip it in de sauce, an' wid ebery mou'ful take one 0' dem little yaller eggs. Dat's de way we eat tar pin. Dis yer stewin' him up in pote wine is scand'lous, can't taste nuMn' but de wine. But dat's tar'pin." — From "Colonel Carter of Cartersville," by F. Hopkinson Smith.. PART II MARYLAND MARYLAND " Hark to a wand'ring son's appeal, Maryland, my Maryland ! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland, my Maryland ! For Liberty and Truth and Right, Let all your loyal sons unite, Drive all invaders from thy sight, Maryland, my Maryland ! " " Maryland is only a rim of shore, a shell of mountain, but all pure gold." — George Alfred Town send. HAMPTON