When parted, we pressed the pith with our hands, to get the whole into one division of the trunk, and began to make our paste.

At one end of the spout we nailed one of the graters, through which we intended to force the paste, to form the round seeds.

My little bakers set vigorously to work, some pouring water on the pith, while the rest mixed it into paste.

When sufficiently worked, I pressed it strongly with my hand against the grater; the farinaceous parts passed easily through the holes, while the _ligneous_ part, consisting of splinters of wood, &c, was left behind.

This we threw into a heap, hoping mushrooms might spring from it.