But our Hostes, being a pretty full mouth’d old creature, entertain’d our fellow travailer, the french Dofter with Inumirable complaints of her bodily infirmities and whisperd to him so lou’d, that all the House had as full a hearing as hee: which was very divirting to the company, (of which there was a great many,) as one might see by their sneering. Thus leaving this habitation of cruelty, we went forward and arriving at an Ordinary about two mile further, found tollerable accommodation.
The Right hand keep, if Hell on Earth you fear!
Hunger and thirst, But pitty’s bannish’d here. Nothing but Wants: a drop to cool yo’r TongueĬant be procur’d these cruel Feinds among. Here dwells the Devill-surely this’s Hell. Tis Hell 'tis Hell! and Devills here do dwell: Keep on, and not at this curs’t Mansion light. May all that dread the cruel feind of night However, I thought it proper to warn poor Travailers to endeavor to Avoid falling into circumstances like ours, which at our next Stage I sat down and did as followeth: Hee differed only in this from the old fellow in to’ther Country: hee let us depart. they call’d the old Sophister, who was as sparing of his words as his daughters had bin, and no, or none, was the reply’s hee made us to our demands. But meeting his two daughters, as I suposed twins, they so neerly resembled each other, both in features and habit, and look’t as old as the Divel himselfe, and quite as Ugly, We desired entertainment, but could hardly get a word out of' um, till with our Importunity, telling them our necesity, &c. However, like the rest of Deluded souls that post to the Infernal denn, Wee made all posible speed to this Devil’s Habitation where alliting, in full assurance of good accommodation, wee were going in. But I questioned whether we ought to go to the Devil to be helpt out of affliction. But the post encouraged mee, by saying wee should be well accommodated anon at mr. This Rode was poorly furnished with accommodations for Travellers, so that we were forced to ride 22 miles by the post’s account, but nearer thirty by mine, before wee could bait so much as our Horses, which I exceedingly complained of. He and the Post put on very furiously, so that I could not keep up with them, only as now and then they’d Stop till they see mee. Her frank humor and often bigoted descriptions of people she met, anxiety about river crossings, displeasure with the rough inns she stayed in, and habit of turning experience into poetry were all expressed here.Ībout four in the morning, we set out for Kingston (for so was the Town called) with a french Docter in our company. In this section of the journal she kept of her trip, Knight described what it was like to travel on horseback, accompanied by a mail carrier and other travelers, from Kingston, Rhode Island, to New London, Connecticut. After his death she continued to do very well for herself, buying and selling land and keeping an inn. During her husband’s lifetime she supported herself and her family by running a shop, teaching handwriting to children, copying legal documents, and taking in boarders. Madam Knight, as she was called, was an unusually independent woman for her time. In October 1704, Sarah Kemble Knight set off on what would be a five month journey, by herself, from her home in Boston to New York and back again. “Wee made Good speed along”: Boston Businesswoman Sarah Knight Travels From Kingston to New London, 1704
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