we drank tea. Before we left his house, he gave
us a taste of
his cyder, made from a species of
apple, called the Virginia crab, the
produce of his
own orchard. It was superior to any liquor I have
ever
tasted of the kind; indeed I have seldom drank
a glass of wine equal to it,
either as to body or
flavour.
Afterwards we called upon D. J. an ancient
friend, whose parents were
amongst the first set-
tlers of this province. In the evening we
called
upon J. Z. a friend whose progenitors came from
Germany. On my
noticing a number of fine hogs
in his orchard, which appeared very
attentive to
the fall of the fruit, he told me that he annually
brought up about twenty of them, which derived a
great part of their
support from peaches, apples,
&c. during the day; and, in the evenings
and
mornings, they were supplied with milk from his
dairy. As he made
a considerable quantity of
butter for the Philadelphia market, the old
milk
and butter milk went in aid of the fruit in the
orchard, to bring
forward the hogs, which are
fatted with Indian corn, at the close of the
year,
to a large size.