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William Bull and Sarah Wells Stone House AssociationScope and Content
— Provision Horse, and hold them by the Halters, tograze, while the cows were milked, occasionally, andwhen taking a Relish of Refreshment — — — the train — — —— — — Again, in their order, would start, and move onand thus & thus, through the day — Passing the IndianVillage, where all seemed still & quiet, when the oldIndian, who had been left, to take care at Home, sliptout with his Hatchet, joined the young Indian, (his Son,)with the cows — — — — and leading the way, to the East bankof the Otter-Creek, nearly opposite, to where, ChristopherDenn had $fixed$ $upon$ $a$ sequestered a spot for a Residence; as the sunset, and night overtook them; and while, they were unload-ing their Horses — & Sarah was milking. The Old Indianstruck fire & with his Hatchet, soon made a comfortablefire, under the Boughs, of a large spreading top, BeechTree, to keep the night dews from them; where they piled,as they examined their whole cargo; and finding all safethey loosened the Horses Bells, and turned them out to grazewith the cows — — — — which made an additional jingling Har-mony, along the silent stream, of the Otter-kill-Creek —while the workmen cut forked crotches, drove them in theground, with poles & brush across, on which, they spreadtheir Bedding, for fear of the Rattlesnakes, as they perceivedin the wilderness, while they were travelling through the dayand having things thus adjusted; — — all was calmRound the light & the fire, to take their evening meal,where Bread, Milk, Biscuit, Cheese, Ham & Bacon wasin Readiness, for every one, as they chose; after which,they lay down, on their New constructed Bedsteads,to Rest — — — And after a fatigueing days journeyof about twenty miles — — — — — — — The old Indianand his son took their blankets, & lay by the fire, Theother two, went home to the village, to let their women &children know, what was done. — — — Nevertheless,was back, in the morning before, or by Daylight, with theirHatchets — — — Kindled up the fire — — — — — — — which arousedthe whole, of our little train — — — — — — — from their Slum--bering Beds of Rest, into vertical action, from where theyhadTranscription: Page 2 (2017b.jpg)Had taken, all things considered, a comfortablenights repose — — — — — When the workmen, with theiraxes, the Indians with their hatchets — — — cut logsof Light-wood, (as Sarah called them) perhaps dry white--wood trees, made a temporary Raft in the most ex--peditious manner; slid over the stream, with theworkmen and their tools, and landed, near the Spring ofwater which C. Denn Designed for the use of his familywhere five of them went to work, as the timber suited, nearthe selected spot — — — Leaving the Old Indian, with hisson, to assist Sarah, in ferrying over her concern--ment — — — which she did, as she thought, and said,with some propriety; Being, as she supposed, Born,near, or on, the Jersey shore, but loosing her parents,she became, an Early Orphan. — — — yet, was rearedand brought up, until she came to live, with MadamDenn, on Staten Island, a distance of Eight or tenmiles from New York, where she, occasionally wassent, to assist, in market Boats — — and had learnedthe use of the oar, the paddle and the setting-polethis little job, of ferrying over the provisionsthe Household goods and kitchen furniture — — wasthe most cheering amusement, she met with, onher voyage and journey — — as Being somewhatlike the element of her former Employment — — —But, when all was ferried over, and the Lodgement wasmade on, & by, a large log near the spring, wherea fire was previously kindled, for the purpose of con--veniancy, and as the old Indian & his son had goneBack to get the Horses and cows, and to Ford themover, near a Ripple in the stream, Eight or ten,chains further up; while this was doing — — — she satMusing on the log — — — — — — — — and cast a men--tal Eye — — as it were, over her Fate — — at least,say for weeks — — or for months — — or perhaps for ever— — — — — Her spirits sunk again, Below par — — —and she $was$ lost, in the Profundity — — —— — — of the Muse — — — — — — until, the Horses & cowswith
