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Portrait of Seba Smith Seba Smith Way Down East, or, Portraitures of Yankee Life… (1854)

Does bread rain down from heaven here in New York, jest as the manna in the Bible did to the children of Israel?"
"Oh, no, Aunt Patty, there's a baker only a few steps off, just round the next corner, who bakes more than a hundred bushels a day; so that we can always have hot bread and hot cakes there, half a dozen times a day if we want it."
"A hundred bushels a day!" screamed Aunt Patty, at the top of her voice; "the massy preserve us! Well, if you had only been at Oquago at the time of the great punkin freshet, you would think a good deal of having bread so handy, I can tell you."
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Portrait of Seba Smith Seba Smith Way Down East, or, Portraitures of Yankee Life… (1854)

When you get at the truth of the matter, you find she does live "on Susquehanna's side," but a good ways from "fair Wyoming," that being in Pennsylvania, while her residence, for fifty-eight years, has been in the old Indian valley of Oquago, now Windsor, in Broome county, New York. There, in that beautiful bend of the Susquehanna, some miles before it receives the waters of the Chenango, Aunt Patty has been "a fixture" ever since the white inhabitants first penetrated that part of the wilderness, and sat down by the side of the red man.
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Portrait of Seba Smith Seba Smith Way Down East, or, Portraitures of Yankee Life… (1854)

When father unbarred the door and opened it---`oh,' says Uncle Major, says he, `you may go back and dress yourselves, you'll have time enough for that; but there's no knowing how long you'll be safe, for the Susquehanna has got her head up, and is running like a race-horse. Your hen-house has gone now. At that Hannah fetched a scream that you might a heard her half a mile, for half the chickens was her'n. As soon as we got our clothes on, we all run out, and there we see a sight.
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