A CHRISTENING AND A DINNER
WHEN another day came, we girls had a most delightful
time, for there was to be a baby baptized in the
house of logs where are held the meetings, and Mistress
White, one of the gentlefolks who came here with the
company of master Higginson, vas to give a dinner
because of her young son's having lived to be christened.
 To both these festivals Susan and I were bidden, and
it surprised me not a little to see so much of gaiety in
this New World, where I had supposed every one went
around in fear and trembling lest the savages should
come to take their lives.
The christening was attended to first, as a matter
of course, and, because of his having so lately arrived
from England, Master Winthrop was called upon to
speak to the people, which he did at great length.
Although the baby,
in stiff dress and mittens of linen, with his
cap of cotton wadded
thickly with wool,
must have been very
uncomfortable on account of the heat, he
made but little outcry
during all this ceremony, or even when
prayed a very long
We were not above
two hours in the meetinghouse, and then went to the
home of Mistress White, getting there just as she came
down from the loft with her young son in her arms.
 Mother quite shocked because of the baby's
having nothing in his hands, and while she is not given
to placing undue wieght in beliefs which savor of
heathenism, declares that she never knew any good
to come of taking a child up or down in the house
without having first placed silver or gold between his
Of course it is not so venturesome to bring a child
down stairs empty-handed; but to take him back for
the first time without something of value in his little
fist, is the same as saying that he will never rise in the
world to the gathering of wealth.
The dinner was much enjoyed by both Susan and me,
even though the baby, who seemed to be frightened
because of seeing so many strange faces, cried a goodly
part of the time.
We had wild turkey roasted, and it was as pleasing a
morsel as ever I put in my mouth. Then there was a
huge pie of deer meat, with baked and fried fish in
abundance, and lobsters so large that there was not a
trencher bowl on the board big enough to hold a whole
one. We had whitpot, yokhegg, suquatash, and many
other Indian dishes, the making of which shall be
explained as soon as I have learned the methods.
It was a most enjoyable feast, and the good people
of Salem were so friendly that when we went on board
ship that night, Susan and I were emboldened to say
 to my father, that we should be rejoiced when the time
arrived for our company to build houses.