After the execution of Smith, his family, as may be supposed, was thrown into the utmost confusion, and it was at this time that Mrs. Smith saw the necessity of bringing all her artfulness into action, as she had now a large family depending upon her for support, and her means of living had now become very limited. However she managed so as to make her house a house of entertainment for persons travelling for pleasure, or those who were spending the summer months in that delightful region, away from the more unwholesome air of a crowded and pent up city, and in this manner, as may be supposed, they formed many new acquaintances, and by keeping up appearances pretty high, and teaching her daughters well the art of deception, she soon succeeded in marrying them all to persons of considerable respectability. She had now an only son who was nearing the age of manhood, and who by his long associations with a set of low, drinking, gambling and licentious persons, was little better even at this age than a perfect sot, but of him we will speak in another page. The youngest daughter, whose name was Ann and who is the subject of this narrative, was at the age of sixteen married to a man whose name was Walters, a respectable wheelright from the lower part of Delaware, who happened to be travelling in that section of the country in the summer of 1828, and stopped for a day or two at St. John’s, where he was taken sick, and as he had put up at the house of Mrs. Smith, and she found her guest to be a person of very good personal attraction, and possessing considerable money, she determined at once to bring about a marriage between him and her daughter. Consequently he was treated with the greatest care and attention during his illness; Ann being his constant and daily attendant. She was an uncommonly agreeable person, and by no means bad looking, although rather large. She was extraordinarily fond of music and dancing, a great talker, very witty and fascinating in her conversation, and concealed her real character so well that he soon fell in love with her, and her mother also exercising an influence over him, he was induced to marry her immediately on his recovery. The following year he returned to Delaware, taking his wife with him, and settling down on the Nontioke river near the Maryland line, about ten or twelve miles from Laurel, where he established a ferry now called by the same name, also working considerably at his trade whenever opportunity permitted.