I went to see the place, liked it, and bought
it for sixteen hundred dollars. There was a small but good house and
a barn on the place, and altogether it was a cheap and desirable
property. I got a good housekeeper, hired a man, and began to carry
on this little farm, raising garden vegetables and fruit mainly, and
sending them to market in Albany and Troy. Generally I took my own
stuff to market, and sold medicines and recipes as well, and in
Albany I had a first rate practice which I went to that city to
attend to once or twice a week. While my man was selling vegetables
and fruit--I remember I sold a hundred dollars worth of cherries from
my farm the first summer--in the market, I was Doctor Blank
receiving my patients at Stanwix Hall, or calling upon them at their
residences; and when the day's work was over, my man and I rode home
in the wagon which had brought us and the garden truck early in the
morning. On the whole, this kind of life was exceedingly
satisfactory, and I liked it.
I made frequent expeditions to Saratoga and to other places not far
from home to attend to cases to which I was called, and to sell
medicines; and considering that the main object I had in settling in
Rensselaer County was rest and more leisure than I had enjoyed for
some years, I had a great deal more to do than I desired.
Nevertheless, I might have continued to live on my little farm,
raising vegetables, picking cherries, and practicing medicine in the
neighborhood, had not the fate, which seemed to insist that I should
every little while come before a court of justice for something or
other, followed me even here.
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