|The scene as the pressing of the cane was being finished up. The syrup was being cooked under the shelter behind the press.|
|The syrup-master, Ralph,|
his tie with coveralls,
a festival tradition
It was a day of real joy, a festival in the best sense of the word.
|Bubbling syrup in a Rourkes Ironworks vat|
|Jars ready to be filled|