Dined at Tall’s Island . . .

  Returning stopped at Rice’s. He was feeding his chickens with Indian meal and water . . . Deacon Farrar’s meadow in time of flood (I had come through this) was a good place [to hunt turtles] . . .

  It began to sprinkle, and Rice said he had got “to bush that field” of grain before it rained, and I made haste back with a fair wind and umbrella for sail . . .