Samuel Gomere's [a friend in the neighborhood] to lodge. Early
next morning they gave us a breakfast, and bade us good steed
which we improved by riding 20 miles to Oliver Paxson

's neat
Carrigells Ferry on Delaware, to dinner; and in the after noon,
crossing the river a few miles above, 17 to Henry Clafton's
in Kingwood, a pleasant village on very high ground where
we were accommodated for the night as before. Next day
we rode 40 miles, including 5 wherein we mifed the road, and
had a grand view of the blue mountains, forming a vast
amphitheatre of hills and woods around Easton, the sun
glittering upon its white houses and shine rendering it a most
beautiful object the 10 miles distant. Dined on bread and
butter, and honey, about 11 oclock and reached Jacob Lundy's
[the husband of Sarah Lundy] time enough to see the sun
shed his last rays with unusual brilliance over the field and
woods. I was pleased to see his Father and Mother spending
their last days in ease and quiet in a little hut built for
them at one end of the house, from which they have the plea
sure of seeing their Descendants thrive about them, and
deceiving the lediousness of leisure by chopping a passel of
mending a stocking to keep up the semblance of wanted utility