“The river at the ferry is about three miles wide, and with particular
winds the waves rise very high; in these cases they always tie the
horses, for fear of accidents, before they set out; indeed with the
small open boats which they make use of it is what ought always to be
done, for in this country gusts of wind rise suddenly. Having omitted
this precaution, the boat was on the point of being overset two or
three different times as I crossed over. On the Virginian shore,
opposite to the ferry house from whence I sailed, there are several
large creeks, which fall into the Potowmac. As I wished to go beyond
these creeks I therefore hired the boatman to carry me ten miles down
the Potowmac River in the ferry-boat, past the mouths of them all; this
he accordingly did, and in the afternoon I landed on the beach, not a
little pleased at finding that I had reached the shore without having
been under the necessity of swimming any part of the way.
“The part of the country where I landed appeared to be a perfect
wilderness. Taking a road, however, as nearly as I could guess, in a
direct line from the river up the country, at the end of an hour I came
upon a narrow road, which led to a large old brick house, somewhat
similar to those I had met with on the Maryland shore. On inquiring
here from two blacks for a tavern, I was told there was no such thing
in this part of the country. In the course of five or six miles I saw
several more of the same sort of old brick houses, and the evening
now drawing toward a close, I began to feel the necessity of going
to some one of them. I was considering within myself which house I
should visit, when a lively old negro, mounted on a little horse, came
galloping after me. On applying to him for information on the subject,
he took great pains to assure me that I should be well received at any
of the houses I might stop at, and strongly recommended me to proceed
under his guidance to his master’s house, which was but a mile farther
on.
“‘Masser will be so glad to see you,’ added he; ‘nothing can be like.’
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