[Diary] February 27.
They tell me that my name — L. Towne — on so many boxes of herring, barrels of molasses, and hogsheads of pork made great inquiry as to who this large consignee could be. When some of the officers in Beaufort heard it was a lady, they drew a picture of a tall, rawboned woman, sitting on a hogshead of molasses. When one of the officers was introduced to me in school, he said, “Is it possible that this is Miss Towne? I thought she was very tall and thin.”
