Wednesday, October 4, 1704

About four in the morning, we set out for Kingston [_Rhode Island_]

(for so was the town called) with a French doctor in our company. He

and the post put on very furiously, so that I could not keep up with

them, only as now and then they’d stop till they see me. This road was

poorly furnished with accommodations for travelers, so that we were

forced to ride 22 miles by the post’s account, but nearer thirty by

mine, before we could bait [_feed_] so much as our horses, which I

exceedingly complained of. But the post encouraged me by saying we

should be well accommodated anon at Mr. Devil’s, a few miles further.

But I questioned whether we ought to go to the devil to be helped out

of affliction. However, like the rest of [_the_] deluded souls that

post to the infernal den, we made all possible speed to this devil’s

habitation, where, alighting in full assurance of good accommodation,

we were going in. But meeting his two daughters, as I supposed twins,

they so nearly resembled each other, both in features and habit, and

looked as old as the devil himself and quite as ugly, we desired

entertainment but could hardly get a word out of ’em, till with our

importunity [_urging_], telling them our necessity, etc., they called

the old sophister, who was as sparing of his words as his daughters

had been, and no, or none, was the reply he made us to our demands. He

differed only in this from the old fellow in t’other country: he let

us depart....

Thus leaving this habitation of cruelty, we went forward, and arriving

at an ordinary [_inn_] about two mile further, found tolerable

accommodation. But our hostess, being a pretty full-mouthed old

creature, entertained our fellow traveler, the French doctor, with

innumerable complaints of her bodily infirmities and whispered to him

so loud that all the house had as full a hearing as he, which was very

diverting to the company (of which there was a great many), as one

might see by their sneering. But poor weary I slipped out to enter my

mind in my journal, and left my great landlady with her talkative

guests to themselves....

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