There were a horse-chestnut and some grains of parched sweet-corn and a dried apple-core.

There were other things which age and long bondage in the pocket had brought to such passes that one could scarcely determine their identities.

From all this Jerome selected one undoubted treasure--a great jagged cut of sassafras root.

It had been nicely scraped, too, and looked white and clean.
"Here," said Jerome.
"Don't you want it ?" asked Lucina, shyly.
"No--had a great piece twice as big as that yesterday.

Know where there's lots more in the cedar swamp.