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." ”
