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Silas Yeaton's Chemistry Lessons I been readin' this section 'bout coad an' how t' make it. Took me a while to und'stand whatcha was talkin' 'bout - I know when I had a coad, I al's jus' blew my nose. I kinda figg'red th' coad you's talkin' 'bout is prob'ly a diff'rent material than I w's manufacturin'. Anyways, I d'cided I needed t' try an' make some a' this stuf, 'cause it looked like it might have a bunch a' diff'rent uses. I got me some a' that pine tar an' found it w's black an' brittle. Smelled kinda funny, too. I tried a bunch a' times t' make th' stuff - coad, that is. I'll tell ya 'bout 'em. First time - Like I said, I'd some pine tar an, not bein' all that savvy 'bout pine tar, took my wife's meas'rin' cup - you know the one, it's the one b'longed to 'er great grandmother. You prob'ly got one like it in your cupboard. Wull, I took a bit a' beeswax an' commenced t' meltin it. I'll tell you what, the beeswax melted a heap faster'n the tar. Then, when th' tar fin'ly DID melt, it melted right ont' th' sides a' great Grammy's meas'rin' cup. Wull, I took the most beat-up thing I c'd find. How's I t' know it w's great Grammy's? I got a perty good sad-face when th' wife found out. All in all, she's mighty toll'rant with me. Th' first batch was a failure, an' it took a lotta time. Secong try, p'raps two years later - Wull, I w's smarter, now. I know it's gonna stick t' whatever it contacts. I took me one a' them high-powered freezer bags an' put th' tar an' wax in it. Then I fill't up a cookin' pot with water an' set it t' heatin' on th' stove. I put the heavy bag with th' wax an' tar in it int' the water t' get it het up. Same thing happened as b'fore - th' wax melted an' the tar didn't, 'least for a while. Then I noticed the tar sof'nin' a bit. I took it out an' commenced t' kneedin' it still inside th' bag. Had a quite a bit a' trouble getin' it t' blend, though. Spent a lot more time on it than I wanted to, but ended up with another mess when th' bag broke an' leaked pine tar an' beeswax all over th' stove top. Like I said, she's awful good t' me. Third time, prob'ly another two years later - I took th' last failed batch, still mostly in th' same torn bag, an commenced t' tryin' again. This time, I tried th' water without any bag - just hot water in a plastic tub. I dumped in th' beeswax an' th' tar, an' run th' tap just's hot's I c'd stand it. I left the 'ngredients in, so's t' heat through. I kept drainin' off an' addin' more hot, an' kept testin' the softness a' both 'ngredients. I scraped of a bit a' th' wax an' a bit a' th' tar an' c'menced t' kneadin' Wull, son-of-a-gun, she seemed t' go t'gether a bit. I kept kneadin', scrapin, kneadin' some more, an' perty soon, I'd me a right mess. Only diff'rence was, this'n w's on my hands. Seemed like ev'rything I kneaded b'came another layer a' skin. Wull, I kept it up, scrapin' little pieces a' tar off th' big chunk, doin' th' same thing w'th th' beeswax, an' kneadin', then I scraped th' crud off a' my fingers an'made a bit of a ball out of it. Wall, I'll tell you what, it looked, smelt an' felt like somethin' I c'd act'ly use. I kept scrapin' little hunks a' tar and little hunks a' wax 'til th' tar w's all gone. I same-wise kept scrapin' my hands an' addin' t' th' ball, then run it under cold water. I ain't run any string through it yet, but I kinda think I might a' made me some coad, an' all that 'thout blowin my nose! Oh, yes - she says th' sink faucet is sticky. I can't win for losin'!
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