Rose soon after six; walked through the market and up to the mill,
whence I had a good view of the hill. Walked into a new chapel building
for the Academy. Breakfast at half past seven: on further enquiry for
William Cunliffe, a man with a small wagon said he was going that way if
I could wait half an hour. Whilst waiting at a store, I saw a curious
fly trap consisting of two thin boards with hinges, the inside lined
with treacle then suddenly pressed together. Got out of the wagon and
walked about a mile, found William and his son George; I was known by
the latter but not by his father; walked into the house just by, took
some cider then walked into the mill; found the machinery good, about
100 pieces turned out weekly. Then went and bathed, most delightfully
warm; then dined on salt beef; took a walk over a beautiful ridge,
eating huckleberries and blackberries. Got into William's chariot and
drove to his daughter living near by. She was gone into the wood but was
sent for, and I saw four generations. The daughter very kindly enquired
after my mother; they pressed me to stop for tea, but we drove on and
just got into Providence before dark. Could not feel easy to leave
without seeing Joseph, so fixed to take a gig and George was to go with
me. Walked to the Newport steamboat and found it sailing at 7 on the
Sunday morning. W. Cunliffe looking better and much lustier; seems very
well off and happy with his family. Makes 2000 dollars clear profit.