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We were out of groceries of every kind at this time, except pepper and salt; and what was still worse, we were nearly out of money. But we had started out with the determination to make the best of everything, and when we had neither fish, flesh nor fowl, potatoes nor milk, we ate our bread alone with thankfulness. We had cranberries, plenty, which we had obtained of the Indians, but they were not very palatable without sweetening. Mr. Dowling, one of our neighbors, remarked that he had eaten them so long without sugar that his teeth seemed longer than usual. Our nearest market town was Ann Arbor, distant 65 miles, and my husband concluded to go there and replenish our stock of provisions. As our circumstances required us to use the most rigid economy, I thought I would bake him a loaf of bread to carry with him for lunch. We had to do all our baking in what was then called a bake-kettle, and this had to be rubbed with butter, lard, or grease of some kind, in order to get the loaf out without breaking it to pieces. These articles had all disappeared, and I was for a while at a loss to know what to do; but I remembered that my husband had saved some marrow to oil his gun, and having sold his gun had no further use for it. I took the marrow and greased my kettle with it, and my loaf came out beautifully, and I felt quite proud of my achievement.
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