About noon
My aunt fears for me , that I shall suffer from the cold , as the weather is by no means settled , although the season is forward , as compared with the last ; but I shall take good care as to clothing ; and John Easton saith we shall be but two nights on the way . THE PLANTATIONS , May 10 , 1679 . We left Boston on the 4th , at about sunrise , and rode on at a brisk trot , until we came to the banks of the river , along which we went near a mile before we found a suitable ford , and even there the water was so deep that we only did escape a wetting by drawing our feet up to the saddle-trees . About noon , we stopped at a farmer 's house , in the hope of getting a dinner ; but the room was dirty as an Indian wigwam , with two children in it , sick with the measles , and the woman herself in a poor way , and we were glad to leave as soon as possible , and get into the fresh air again . Aunt had provided me with some cakes , and Mr. Easton , who is an old traveller , had with him a roasted fowl and a good loaf of Indian bread ; so , coming to a spring of excellent water , we got off our horses , and , spreading our napkins on the grass and dry leaves , had a comfortable dinner . John 's sister is a widow , a lively , merry woman , and proved rare company for me . Afterwards we rode until the sun was nigh setting , when we came to a little hut on the shore of a broad lake at a place called Massapog .