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Loving Cousin,
At our arrival at New Plymouth, in New England, we found all our friends
and planters in good health, though they were left sick and weak, with very
small means; the Indians round about us peaceable and friendly; the country
very pleasant and temperate, yielding naturally, of itself, great store of
fruits, as vines of divers sorts, in great abundance. There is likewise
walnuts, chestnuts, small nuts and plums, with much variety of flowers,
roots and herbs, no less pleasant than wholesome and profitable. No place
hath more gooseberries and strawberries, nor better. Timer of all sorts you
have in England doth cover the land, that affords beasts of divers sorts,
and great flocks of turkeys, quails, pigeons and partridges; many great
lakes abounding with fish, fowl, beavers, and otters. The sea affords us
great plenty of all excellent sorts of sea-fish, as the rivers and isles
doth variety of wild fowl of most useful sorts. Mines we find, to our
thinking; but neither the goodness nor quality we know. Better grain cannot
be than the Indian corn, if we will plant it upon as good ground as a man
need desire. We are all freeholders; the rent-day doth not trouble us; and
all those good blessings we have, of which and what we list in their seasons
for taking. Our company are, for the most part, very religious, honest
people; the word of God sincerely taught us ever Sabbath; so that I know not
any thing a contented mind can here want. I desire your friendly care to
send my wife and children to me, where I wish all the friends I have in
England; and so I rest
Your loving kinsman,
William Hilton
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