Saturday October 18, 1851: I went to Pittsfield with one horse wagon and carried ten bushels fall greenings and sold them to Barker’s Grocery at 75 cents per, and I paid 16 dollars to the Troy Stove Store for a Washington air-tight improved No. 5 stove with the furniture holloware dinner pot dish kettle spider griddle to roast on, a pan to bake cake on and four pans to bake bread in and a pan to fry meat in and a dipper and one joint pipe fitted onto the stove, and I paid six cents for two ounces of cod liver oil.
Sunday: I this evening walked down to see if Fitzgerald and his boys could work for us tomorrow but could not. Today quite rainy.
Monday: Today I and Geo P. gathered apples and John F. went to Pittsfield with one horse wagon and carried 13 bushels apples and sold them from 50 cts to 95 cts per bushel. He paid 35 cts for ten pound of nails and paid 84 cts for two elbow stove pipe and called to the stove store where I bought my stove on Saturday and got the two pot lids and one hook that was forgotten.
Tuesday: Today I and Geo P. gathered apples and drew in two sled loads of the widow Wylie’s corn. Today John Coslo called with an order from his brother for his pay for four months at four dollars and fifty cents per month, I had paid him one dollar and 56 cents, and today I paid him in cash sixteen dollars and 44 cts which pays him up in full.
Thursday: I and my two sons husked corn and stacked the stalks and Anson Knapp worked with us this afternoon and I pay after the rate of seven dollars per month.
Friday: This afternoon I went to Hancock with one horse wagon and carried turnips. I sold 13 bushels in all today to Hancock. Tonight a stranger stayed with us and agreed to work a month for us for seven dollars.
Saturday: This morning the before-mentioned stranger quit early, did not go to work. Today I went to Pittsfield with 13 bushels apples and sold them. While I was in Pittsfield I paid to the Troy Stove Store one dollar for 2 yards zink to put under our new stove. The evening very dark on the way back, I borrowed a lanthorn of a man that lives in the widow Clark’s house near the river, I did not learn his name.
Sunday: Towards night I walked to Lebanon and returned the lanthorn I borrowed last evening. This afternoon Geo P. went and fetched Mr. Guy Moffitt to look at his ox that had hard turns to breath, but he could not tell what ailed the ox and did not doctor said ox. Light snow.
