There is practically no adulteration of maple sugar in Vermont. The state has a stringent law on the subject and the maple sugar makers of the state will tolerate no infringement of its provisions, so that the customer can feel great security in ordering sugar or syrup of producers or dealers in the state, and can feel absolute security in ordering these goods of any of the members of the Vermont Maple Sugar Makers’ Association, bearing the label of the association. The name and post-office address of all the members of the association will be found in this booklet. DIRECTIONS FOR THE CARE OF MAPLE SUGAR AND SYRUP. Sugar. To keep maple sugar in a warm climate, store in as cool and dry a place as possible. If in tin and tightly covered it will mould and ferment on top. To prevent this the best method is to take off the covers and paste over the top of the can a piece of strong manila paper. This will also serve to keep out the ants. Tubs with covers are not as liable to ferment, but is it well to treat them in the same manner. Syrup. Syrup should be put in air-tight packages and kept so until used. If the syrup is received packed in sawdust the best method is to leave it in the original package and store in a dark cool place, until needed for use, and if it is put up in glass be very careful to keep it from the light. If for any reason the syrup should begin to ferment, which will be known in the case of tin packages by a bulging of the head of the can called “swelled-head” it should be borne in mind that it is not necessarily spoiled as would be the case with fruit, but by heating it to a boiling temperature the fermentation can be arrested and the original flavor, to a great extent, restored. And in this connection it may be said that either syrup or sugar, which has been kept for some time, will be greatly improved in flavor by the same treatment. [Illustration: NEAR THE CLOSE OF THE MAPLE SUGAR SEASON.] IN SUGARING TIME. HELEN M. WINSLOW, _in Harper’s Bazaar_. It’s sugarin’-time up country; an’ settin’ here in town I seem to hear the “drip, drip, drip” of sap a-tricklin down Into them wooden buckets in our old sugar place, Afore Josiah died, an’ our only daughter, Grace, Insisted ’twasn’t noways safe for me to live alone Up in that old brown farm-house that long’s I live I own; An’ naught would do but I must come an’ stay along o’her, Where sugarin’ might be hayin’ time, an’ all this bustlin’ stir; Where smells o’spring, an’ tricklin’ sap, and wild flowers never come. There ain’t no chance for such things around Grace’s city home; An’ sugarin’-time no different ain’t from summer or from fall. I wisht Josiah’n me was back—a-workin’ hard an’ all.