it at the spiggot, where it will be almost sugar. When you are
selecting dried codfish, look sharp and not let him give you all damp
ones from the bottom of the pile, neither the little scrimped ones
from the top. Of course you will get cheated, but you have got to
begin knocking about some time. You're old enough to have your eye
teeth cut. You can put Jenny up at the Green Dragon and visit Cousin
Jedidiah Brandon on Copp's Hill, see the ships he is building, visit
with Tom and Berinthia. Tom, I guess, is going to be a chip of the old
block, and Berinthia is a nice girl. Take your good clothes along in
your trunk, so after you get through handling the cheese you can dress
like a gentleman. I want you to pick out the best cheese of the lot
and give it to Samuel Adams, also another to Doctor Warren, with my
compliments. You can say to Mr. Adams I would like any information he
can give about what is going on in London relative to taxing the
Colonies. He is very kind, and possibly may ask you to call upon him
of an evening, for he is very busy during the day. Doctor Warren is
one of the kindest-hearted men in the world, and chuck full of
patriotism. He will give a hearty shake to your hand.

"You had better mouse round the market awhile before trading. John
Hancock bought my last load. His store is close by Faneuil Hall. He is
rich, inherited his property from his uncle. He lives in style in a
stone house on Beacon Hill. He is liberal with his money, and is one
of the few rich men in Boston who take sides with the people against
the aggressions of King George and his ministers. Mr. Adams begins to
be gray, but Warren and Hancock are both young men. They are doing
grand things in maintaining the rights of the Colonies. I want you to
make their acquaintance. By seeing and talking with such men you will
be worth more to yourself and everybody else. Your going to market and
meeting such gentlemen will be as good as several months of school.
You'll see more people than you ever saw on the muster-field; ships
from foreign lands will be moored in the harbor. You'll see houses by
the thousand, meetinghouses with tall steeples, and will hear the
bells ring at five o'clock in the morning, getting-up time, at noon
for dinner, and at nine in the evening, bed-time. Two regiments of
redcoats are there. The latest news is that they are getting sassy. I
can believe it. At Ticonderoga and Crown Point they used to put on
airs, and call th