IMH 74:4 p 337

"Chronicles of Upper Burnet" (1)

Thursday, October 28th.

And it was more or less the same kind of weather all day to-day. Alvin and I started in the hack after
breakfast to the village of Wilbur, (vulgarly called Lick-skillet.)45 We went after apples and were to
get them at Mr Horace Pearce's.46 The gentleman named was not at home himself, but his wife helped
us to get five bushels of very nice-looking winter apples for which she charged us the steep price of
75 cents per bushel. I euchered myself by giving 35 cents for a bushel of, as I though[t] slightly rotten
ones which turned out to be of very small acccount. I also acted the fool in running a wild-goose chase
after Mr. Miller Howell,47 in the direction opposite to that I should have taken to find him. It was nearly
noon when I found him got five dollars from him and started on the homeward six miles and two o'clock
when we got here. Bob Foster came with about twelve bushels of potatoes for us about three o'clock.
I hauled up a load of those clap boards which were made across the creek. Father spent the day on his
cow-stable again. Sally (Jake's girl)48 was here just at night to see about their salt.

Teaching Notes: This day and many of the previous days in October find the Harrison's busily stocking
up for the winter. Today's gain of five bushels of apples and twelve bushesl of potatoes makes one wonder
where they put all of it. Students might enjoy James Whitcomb Riley's Poem, When the Frost is on the Punkin,
and the phrase,

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