Making Butter In A Bottle

1 recollect a little btitter which I once made, as seemingly the first and last occasion of ray ever eating any, so good did it secru. An offlcer made me a miniatnre churn with a bottle and a little wooden dasher put throngh a cork. We were at the time marching every day f arther and f arther into the wilderness, but occasionally carne to a ranch ■where some venturesome frontiersman had established himself. Of course our people galloped on in advance, and soon brought out the madame. There was a little qream arnong other things, and as I sat under the tentfly after we made camp it was soon transferred into