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Show Page 119 a few places, and those quite near the settlement and none of them meeting my fancy. I know not what that fancy be, yet I shall know my land when I see i t. Margaret and I have been busy gathering the late grapes, and now we must begin to make candles from the bayberries we gathered near Mulberry Island a few weeks past. I am hopeful I will find time to make a real expedition soon, for I chafe at the harness that binds me so near the house. ******************** Twig and I crackled and crunched our way through the leaves that lay ankle deep on the forest floor. A wispy ray of sunshine glanced off a few persistent leaves that still clung to the oaks, walnuts and elms, fluttering restlessly like disembodied hands waving us on our way. "Where are we going?" Twig asked, scuffling his feet through the leaves and leaving a ruffled trail behind him. "I heard there is land not yet patented between Martin's Hundred and Archer's Hope," I replied. We had left the settlement early that morning, after promising to fill a basket with chinkapins and sassafras bark ere we returned. We walked for nigh four hours, keeping the river upon our left, though at times we wandered inland to find our way |