Letter by CJD to R.H. Croll 1914.03.27
The evolution of laurel jam:
Thro' resting too long on my laurels I found that I had crumpled them so much that they were not fit to wear again this season, so I picked the berries off, mixed them with some of Pegasus's horse feed, some fruit of the Fakus hebagreeni that I found near the foot of Parnassus. Then, as my Muse had a good deal of spare time, and is becoming domesticated -
Hell!! There is a hail-storm on. Hail as big as eggs! I must go and see it.
It's all over now. I have never seen anything quite like it. It had been thundering continuously for a quarter-hour, and then Hughie sent down blankly great lumps of ice bigger than the bowl of my pipe. Jim Wood who is sitting on the verandah, brought in a huge one. Hence my profane exclamation on page one. It is now raining a treat and the house is leaking beautifully.
I was about to say that I got my Muse to make a little jam of the mixture and you have the result.
Seriously, the stuff is made from the berries of a shrub or tree called locally - and elsewhere, I believe - the Laurel. In my childhood these berries were believed to be poisonous.
Suppose you saw the "Pilot Cove" in this week's "Bulletin". Simultaneously I got a letter of congratulations from Arthur Adams.
But they should have printed the "Siren" first.
Am hoping they will publish the others soon so that I can get the book out about Xmas. Don't think I shall publish in a cheap edition at first. A daintily got up cloth volume at 2/6. What do you think?
Grace seems to be having a good time; but I guess, if they are getting this weather they will want to come home.
Have been firing topical stuff at the "Bulletin" by almost every mail. Next week, am on a yarn for "Lone Hand."
Do you think you will be able to see our sports? Am sending you a bill, but I am not responsible for its composition.
Ye Olde Potte has sent me yet another enlargement.
CROLL Collection MS 8910, 1202/1(b) - State Library of Victoria.
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