OCT.] JOURNEY IN THE COLONY. 475 
taught her she was a sinner, and that Jesus was a 
Saviour. Her mistress tells her it was the worst thing 
she ever did to learn to read. Mr. R. gave her many 
advices. 
This place is nearly surrounded by the Picket 
Mountain, which, though very high, has vineyards 
and fields on its summit. Thermometer at noon 92. 
We began our journey at five, P.M. The road was 
tolerably good, only now and then there was deep 
sand. We saw several boors' places at the foot of 
distant hills to the left, and two or three along the 
foot of Picket Mountain to the right, which mountain 
appears between twenty and thirty miles in length. 
At midnight our oxen appeared unable to proceed 
farther, wherefore we halted by the side of the road, 
but could hardly find any thing with which to make a 
fire. 
19th. In the morning at five o'clock we went for- 
ward to a boor's place, which was only about an hour 
distant, where we received a hearty welcome. His 
name is Gert Fisser, and the place, Reed Fountain. 
Thermometer at noon 9^. 
The country all around is in a state of nature, cover- 
ed with barren heath, except a few boors' places or 
farms, which appear like small specks here and there, 
only varying the scene a very little. At Reed Fountain 
we could purchase a little flour, which no boor that 
we saw for several days before could spare. Our peo- 
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