Got up soon after six; rested pretty well. Set off to Trenton to
market, purchased a basket of peaches for 20 cents. Had some
conversation with a lusty ironmonger, etc., then purchased a little
gingerbread and two pair neck laces 3/4 dollars. Drove back another way,
part of the road through the forest. Ate some more most delicious
melons, set off to Laurenceville Post Office, got the American Farmers'
monthly publication; then called upon Mr. Phillips, a very sensible
pleasant gentleman; also Mrs. P. from Philadelphia. After dinner sat
under the shade of the trees near the house chatting about home, then
walked into the cornfields. Some corn ten to twenty feet high, with ears
12 to 16 inches, then through the orchard, many of the Newtown Pippins
and others equally large, the ground covered with fine apples. Mr. B.
plucking one off the trees biting a piece throwing it to the ground. The
quantity, size, and quality truly surprising; more like a dream than a
reality. Then went to see some plowing, met with a serpent about two
feet long that jumped into some water. Mr. B. got a large stick and at
length poked it out, the sting quite visible, it coiled itself up for a
spring; he struck it and a whole frog was found in its belly undigested
and yet it was in pursuit of another. Mr. and Mrs. Green's son and
daughter came to spend the evening with us. Mr. G. an old settler, and a
Puritan, said a long grace and then we had another melon feast. Mr. B.
gave them about a score of very fine ones; left the "Child's own Book."