" Though the alarming
Irishman did not disturb them, the Brethren's doubts of that race
continued, for Brother Grube wrote on the 14th of October: "About
four in the morning we set up our tent, going four miles beyond
Carl Isles [Carlisle, seventeen miles southwest of Harrisburg] so
as not to be too near the Irish Presbyterians. After breakfast
the Brethren shaved and then we rested under our tent....
People who were staying at the Tavern came to see what kind of
folk we were.... Br Gottlob held the evening service and then
we lay down around our cheerful fire, and Br Gottlob in his
hammock." Two other jottings give us a racial kaleidoscope of the
settlers and wayfarers of that time. On one day the Brethren
bought "some hay from a Swiss," later "some kraut from a German
which tasted very good to us"; and presently "an Englishman came
by and drank a cup of tea with us and was very grateful for it."
Frequently the little band paused while some of the Brethren went
off to the farms along the route to help "cut hay." These kindly
acts were usually repaid with gifts of food or produce.
One day while on the march they halted at a tavern and farm in
Shenandoah Valley kept by a man whose name Brother Grube wrote
down as "Severe." Since we know that Brother Grube's spelling of
names other than German requires editing, we venture to hazard a
guess that the name he attempted to set down as it sounded to him
was Sevier.
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