To watch the operations of the gigantic fire gives him constant pleasure.Sometimes he is left to watch the boiling kettles, with a piece ofpork tied on the end of a stick, which he dips into the boiling masswhen it threatwelves to go over. He is constantly tasting of it,however, to see if it is not almost sirup. He has a long roundstick, whittled smooth at one end, which he uses for this purpose, atthe constant risk of burning his tongue. The smoke blows inside hisface; he is grimy with ashes; he is altogether such a mass of dirt,stickiness, and sweetness, that his own mother would n't know him.