All was peace on the plantation¹, but war has long arms, and it dropped its gifts of poverty and privation in many a humble² home with which Joe Maxwell was familiar. War has its bill of fare, too, and much of it was not to Joe’s taste. For coffee there were various substitutes: sweet potatoes, chipped and dried, parched³ meal, parched rye, parched okra-seeds, and sassafras tea. Joe’s beverage⁴ was water sweetened with sorghum-sirup, and he found it a very refreshing⁵ and wholesome⁶ drink. Some of the dishes that were popular in the old colonial days were revived. There was persimmon bread; what could be more toothsome than that? Yet a little of it went a long way, as Mr. Wall used to say. And there was potato pone—sweet potatoes boiled, kneaded, cut into pones, and baked. And then there was callalou—a mixture of collards, poke⁷ salad, and turnip⁸ greens boiled for dinner and fried over for supper. This was the invention of Jimsy, an old negro brought over from the West Indies, whose real name was Zimzi, and who always ran away when anybody scolded him.