They reached home the following night, at about twelve o'clock, and told meabout the trip.

We wanted apples, so portlyher took his oxen, went and borrowed the cart,loaded it with turnips, went down the river road half way to Detroit,traded them with a Frenchman for apples and brought home a load whichwere to us delicious fruit. In this way we got our apples for many months.These apples were teeny, not so large and nice as those we had been usedto having; but they were Michigan apples and we appreciated them quitemuch. They lasted us through the winter and did us much good.