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tying the Last in small fagots with the Tops. Carts 

 with Entire Wooden Wheels drawn by 4 oxen haul it 

 to the House where it is, bruised, pressed [and] Boiled 

 & Made into Sugar — the Miserable Wretches at Work 

 begged a Winter Falcon We had Killed, saying it Was 

 a great treat for them; the Overseer a Good Looking 

 Black Man, told us of his being in the same Employ 

 for 8 Years and had obtain so much of his Master's 

 Confidence, as to have the Entire Care of the Planta- 

 tion — he Spoke roughly to his under servants but had 

 a good indulgent Eye, and no doubt does what he 

 Can to Accomodate, Master and All — those Im- 

 mense Sugar Plantations Looked Like Prairies early 

 in Summer for Scarce a Tree is to be seen, and par- 

 ticularly here where the Horizon was bounded by 

 Cleared Land — 



We saw Many Catle, Horses, and Sheep, but all 

 poor and Slack, the Latters have but Litle Wool and 

 that only on the back the Rams wear a Long Kind of 

 hairy beard Like Goats — 



the Gardens were beautifull. Roses in full bloom 

 revive the Eye of the Traveller — who for lengthy Days 

 has been Confined to the Smoky inside of a Dark flat 

 Bottomed Boat — the Wind entirely Lulled away at 

 Sun Set — the Moon's Disk assured us of a fine Night 

 and We Left our Station to drop within a few Miles 

 of the City — Tomorow perhaps May take us there, 

 yet so uncertain is this World that I should not be 



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