.MTA3Nw.NzI3MDk

From Newberry Transcribe
Revision as of 21:32, 20 July 2019 by 207.38.94.30 (talk) (Created page with "things, yet they are much influenced by them. Tuesday, June 29, I was called for and invited to go to Onomea plantation, seven miles away to make a visit and see t...")
(diff) ← Older revision | Latest revision (diff) | Newer revision → (diff)
Jump to navigation Jump to search

things, yet they are much influenced by them.

          Tuesday, June 29, I was called for and invited to go to Onomea plantation, seven miles away to make a visit and see the grinding of sugar. As a horse and escort were provided, and I was to be ready in an hour, I soon was ready. When I am dressed and mounted for a journey I always think what would our folks say to my appearance. I will describe, as one description will answer for all. My bloomer suit is made of check, black and white flannel, trimmed with black braid. It has served me many a hard jaunt, and the wet and dry of shower and sun has shrunken it so that I must part with it. Well,  this was the dress. A pair of old shoes, as the mud and water is sometimes thrown so that we must change when we get to the end of the journey. We carry our changes in saddle bags thrown over behind, then if cloaks or umbrellas are needed they are strapped behind the saddle. With my hat tied down over my ears, sometimes with my hands and face done up in rags to keep from burning, I am ready for the journey. At 10 A.M. I was all ready, and we, Bertie Austen and myself, mounted our horses. As I am so heavy my saddle bags are usually put upon the horse that carries the lighter person. The roads were very muddy and a good, many deep parries? or gulches, made by a stream of water finding its way to the sea. I am told, that in that ride of seven miles, from Hilo to Onomea there are twenty four streams with their high banks to cross. On this island if we travel, it must be on horseback or not at all. We have here a fruit, incorrectly called Alligator Pear. It is a peculiar fruit, and weighs about one and one half pounds. Mrs. Forbes wished to send one to Mrs. Austin, and as Bertie had his hands and pockets full, I volunteered to take it in my outside dress pocket. We had not ridden far when "alas! Lucy Locket lost her pocket". The weight of it in galloping, had bounced it about till something must give way, and being swung behind me in riding, I did not feel it. I felt like laughing about it, though I lost with it my ring of keys and a handkerchief. I have not yet found either; am