Thousands of miles from England, woods where those fields are now, cleared by ax and ox, unknown climate, unknown soil, few domestic animals, an unreliable source of clothing, tools, seed, gunpowder, and musket balls, and hostile Indians all around.
Sounds worse than Central Park after midnight in August.
Margaret Wiley ignored me and said, It's very difficult for people like us—I mean my people—to part with even an acre of land.
Right. But for twenty-five large, we can talk.