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twice ; and twenty- eight miles a day in 

 winter, going and returning, along as bad 

 roads as any in America. Had the cheese- 

 making been so profitable as for the man to 

 have got a rapid fortune by it, he would 

 likely have turned his farm to some more 

 snug business than either. But the man's 

 situation appears a distressed one, I 

 called there one cold frosty evening.— 

 There was a little boy^ who appeared to 

 be about nine years old, very ragged, with 

 a hat which wanted great part of the 

 crown, chopping a piece of rail into 

 two pieces about four feet long : and I saw 

 little or no more to chop : wood is very 

 scarce about the place. This boy proved 



to be Mr. S 's son. I asked him, 



if Mr. S was at home. He said 



" No : his daddy was not at home ; but 

 his grand-daddy was in the house." I 

 got off my horse, and went in. There the 

 old man v/as sitting over a few embers, as 

 dirty and ragged as any pauper in England: 

 such are the boasted riches and comforts of 



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