1834  (1926)  "I might indeed collect a keg of the molasses of the maple sugar, and having flavoured it with wild herbs, I might make honey such as my father loveth, but I am afraid my father would detect the cheat."
1863  The dark amber-coloured molasses had stood and settled for some days in deep wooden troughs, before his other avocations . . . allowed him to come up to the Cedars and give the finishing touch.
1926  The scented forest . . . the new basswood troughs, and cedar spiles, the great fires and steaming kettles, the hot-brown sap, the "black-man" and molasses--they haunt an old man's memory still. . . .