Sketches from Formosa.

MY ONLY ATTEMPT AT JAM-MAKING 137
The heap having been soon reduced to a semi-fluid state,
I began adding one large bowlful of dark sugar after
another till the brimming point was reached ;
after which,
an aboriginal brother was told to keep using his bamboo
spurtie without intermission.
At that moment, I was called away on important
Church business, and returned to find that the contents
of the boiler resembled a mass of dark molten asphalt.
About three times too much sugar had been put in, and
the strictly-enjoined process of stirring had been given
up, with the result that even our great misshapen housemastiff
" Puddin " would not look at the jam, which had
to be thrown out at some distance from the house.