ere
is a small island called Nut Island. Around the point of
this vessels must sail in going out or in, whereby they are
compelled to pass close by the point of the fort, where they
can be flanked by several of the batteries. It has only one
gate and that is on the land side, opening upon a broad lane
or street, called the Broadway."

They went to church again in the afternoon. "After preaching," they
write,

"the good old people with whom we lodged, who, indeed if
they were not the best on all the Manhattan, were at least
among the best, especially the wife, begged we would go with
their son Gerrit, to one of their daughters who lived in a
delightful place and kept a tavern, where we would be able
to taste the beer of New Netherland. So we went, for the
purpose of seeing what was to be seen. But when we arrived
there we were much deceived. On account of its being, to
some extent, a pleasant spot, it was resorted to on Sundays
by all sorts of revellers and was a low pothouse. It being
repugnant to our feelings to be there, we walked into the
orchard, to seek pleasure in contemplating the innocent
objects of nature. A great storm of rain coming up in the
evening, we retraced our steps in the dark, exploring our
way through a salt meadow, and over water upon the trunk of
a tree."

On Thursday the 26th, our two travellers, at two o'clock in the
afternoon, crossed East river to visit Long Island. The fare in the
ferry-boat, which was rowed across, was three stivers, less than half
a cent of our money, for each person. They climbed the hill and walked
along through an open road and a little woods to "the first village,
called Breukelen, which has a small and ugly little church in the
middle of the road." The island was then mostly inhabited by Indians.
There were several flourishing farms in the vicinity of Brooklyn,
which they visited and where they were bountifully regaled with milk,
cider, fruit, tobacco and "first and most of all, miserable rum,
brought from Barbadoes, and which is called by the Dutch _kill
devil_."

The peach orchards were breaking down beneath the burden of luscious
fruit. They often could not step without trampling upon the peaches,
and yet the trees were full as they could bear. Though the swine were
fattened upon them, still large numbers perished upon the ground. In
the evening they