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and, in the winter, rooted up all those fine 

 peach trees, and planted the ground with 

 Indian corn, having previously manured the 

 land with dung from Baltimore for the pur- 

 pose of an orchard. Now this gentleman 

 had some hundreds of acres of woodlands 

 unimproved in this plantation; therefore, 

 the cause could not be for want of land. 



My fine turnips, Indian corn, potatoes, 

 &c. were in the field by the orchard with- 

 out any fence. Indeed hogs are not allow- 

 ed to run at large within five miles of Balti- 

 more, by an act of assembly ; and mine 

 were too valuable to risk such a misfortune ; 

 and especially as I was a great hog-shooter 

 myself, it would have been fine diversion 

 for any of my neighbours to have shot one 

 of my fifty-dollar pigs. Seeing that these 

 plans would not succeed, all that remained 

 was to fatten my own hogs with them. I 

 had but seven hogs ; and they would have 

 employed a man with horse and cart half 

 a day to feed them ; for, after a short time, 

 they will only eat the best peaches, and 



