From Farm House to the White House - 912 Freedom Library
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<strong>Farm</strong> <strong>House</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>White</strong> <strong>House</strong>, by William M. Thayer 124<br />
"8. Went hunting with Mr. Alexander, J. Custis, and Lund Washing<strong>to</strong>n. Killed a fox after three hours' chase.<br />
Mr. Thurs<strong>to</strong>n came in <strong>the</strong> afternoon.<br />
"9. Went a ducking, but got nothing, <strong>the</strong> creek and rivers being frozen. Robert Adam dined here.<br />
"10. Went hunting on <strong>the</strong> Neck, and visited <strong>the</strong> plantation <strong>the</strong>re, and killed a fox after treeing it three times<br />
and chasing it three hours.<br />
"13. Dined at Belvoir with Mrs. Washing<strong>to</strong>n and Mr. and Miss Custis.<br />
"15. Went up <strong>to</strong> Alexandria, expecting court, but <strong>the</strong>re was none. [He was county judge.]<br />
"20. Went hunting with Jackay Custis, and killed a fox after a three hours' chase.<br />
"23. Went hunting after breakfast, and found a fox at Muddy Hole and killed her. Mr. Temple and Mr. Robert<br />
Adam dined here.<br />
"27. Went hunting; and after tracking a fox a good while, <strong>the</strong> dogs raised a deer and ran out of <strong>the</strong> Neck with<br />
it, and did not come home till <strong>the</strong> next day.<br />
"28. Mr. Temple came here.<br />
"29. Dined at Belvoir with J. P. Custis.<br />
"30. Went hunting, and having found a deer, it ran <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> head of <strong>the</strong> Neck before we could s<strong>to</strong>p <strong>the</strong> dogs. Mr.<br />
Peake dined here."<br />
In <strong>the</strong> following month, February, fox-hunting occupied nine days, and five days were given <strong>to</strong> surveying.<br />
The laws of Virginia were very strict against interlopers on <strong>the</strong> Po<strong>to</strong>mac. They were a great nuisance <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wealthy planters on its banks. Fishing and duck-hunting lured <strong>the</strong>m thi<strong>the</strong>r. One day Mrs. Washing<strong>to</strong>n<br />
remarked <strong>to</strong> her husband, "I think that strangers are at <strong>the</strong> landing."<br />
"Are you sure <strong>the</strong>y are strangers?"<br />
"Yes, I think so," Mrs. Washing<strong>to</strong>n answered. "Look and see."<br />
"They are strangers, surely," responded Washing<strong>to</strong>n, after a critical look <strong>to</strong>wards <strong>the</strong> landing. "An oysterman's<br />
craft, I think."<br />
"What should an oysterman come <strong>to</strong> our landing for?"<br />
"We shall find out before long, no doubt," Washing<strong>to</strong>n replied.<br />
It was at <strong>the</strong> landing where <strong>the</strong> family barge was tied up. The affluent planters kept beautiful barges, imported<br />
from England, for <strong>the</strong> use of <strong>the</strong>ir families. Washing<strong>to</strong>n had one, rowed by six negroes, wearing a kind of<br />
uniform of check shirts and black velvet caps.<br />
They did find out very soon who <strong>the</strong> strangers were--an oysterman and his crew. They were a drunken, noisy<br />
rabble, who disturbed <strong>the</strong> neighborhood with <strong>the</strong>ir yells and revelry.<br />
"They must be sent away," remarked Washing<strong>to</strong>n, as he hurried <strong>to</strong>ward <strong>the</strong> landing. But <strong>the</strong>y were not in a