A lovely morning, but a slight frost. Bill floated last night, caught 34 shad. Went upstairs to take a nap. Two market carts came through the place and I sent and had him waked. They wished to buy butter, eggs, fowls, fish and anything in the way of eating. I sold them 10 lbs. butter at $.20 pr. pound and Bill sold them some little fodder. – – Planted cucumbers and another row of watermelons by the rutabagas. Martha made the hills and the little chaps are getting peasticks.1Peasticks are a cousin of bean poles. The “little chaps” were out in Woodbury’s forest and fields looking for thin shoots and branches that will be woven into a trellis-like support for the pea runners. In the absence of hazel, dogwood, willow, maple, or any flexible and freshly cut shoots would do. – – Dribbled a row of blk. oats Bartlett gave Pigeo. They are different from any I ever saw. Patsy cleaned the shad and Martha and I canned them. I certainly am attached to them all and a separation from them will cause me pain whenever it takes place, yet I think and hope all will be for the best, guided by a kind and wise providence. I know it will be very hard for us to become accustomed to it for a long time, having been so long inured to their services, but surely under the circumstances we can submit to anything and yield to the yoke imposed upon us.