BONNER’S Map of Boston for 1722.
“Your father’s name is”—
“Joshua Walden,” said Robert.
“Oh yes, I remember him well. He was down here last winter and I bought his load. He had a barrel of apple-sauce, and Mr. Hancock liked it so well he took it for his own table. There is Mr. Hancock, now,” said the clerk, as a chaise drove up and halted before the door.
Robert saw a tall young man, wearing a saffron colored velvet coat, ruffled shirt, buff satin breeches, black silk stockings, and shining shoe-buckles, step in a dignified manner from the chaise and hand the reins to a gray-headed negro, who lifted his hat as he took them.
“Good-morning, Mr. Ledger,” he said to the clerk.
“Good-morning,” the clerk replied, lifting his hat.