on leaving the boat Dod, the elder of the two brothers, who told me that
two days back Lotty became a mother. She has a son. /
Called at Dunsiers. Return.
15. Sunday. Up by 5 1/2, breakfasted at Sweeneys, then through
the cool, quiet streets (,the sunlight tinting the house tops) to the
East River. Aboard the steamboat �Thomas Hunt� & Peck Slip,
and, after tarrying half an hour, during which time passengers flocked
aboard in great numbers, off we were, leaving New York in our wake,
passing adown Buttermilk Channel & out on the bright, breezy,
beautiful Bay. The Highlands; Nevesink[Navesink], Sandy Hock, the
Ocean House. Found Burkhardt aboard, he being about the rejoin his
wife who rusticates there; � D�pler lives there also. After many
stoppages, at which the majority of the passengers had disembarked, we
arrived at Red Bank, on the Shrewsbury river. Ashore, and
through the village, out on the hot, still country roads, guided by
Mr. Greatbatch�s description. Two miles walking & I reached the
farm house. Mrs Parker, the mistress was at the porch. Learning
that Joe, Fred & the goodman were at Church, I chatted &
read till their return. Dinner. A ramble in the peach orchard
in the rear & in the apple one also � paying our respects to both.
Subsequently, I with the boys, Fred & juvenile Parker &
others to the river for a bathe, I riding thither on a bare-backed
horse. A delectable dip, though the water was over shallow.