Saturday, August 16, 1650
With cool temperatures and cloudy conditions. A gentle breeze brings no rain.
The morning on the bank of the Weser and the temperature has dipped a little ... but it appears to be another fine day. The ferry operator gets everything ready, and horses and carts can together be put on to take them across. The ferryman asks to be paid before you leave, a total of 3 c.p. per animal and 7 c.p. per person. The cart the ferryman will not ask to be paid for.
The Weser is nearly a mile wide, and the Ferry is both poled and sailed across by four men, including the ferryman. It takes surprisingly little time, as the breeze is caught by the lateen sail and soon enough the ferry slides right across on the wind. The ferryman inquires as to where the party is going, and without thinking Emmanuel mentions Oldenburg. The ferryman promises to point out the way, and when the party debarks on the other side he indeed does so. The Oldenburg road, which will get the party to Engelke, must first be reached by means of another secondary passage over a half-cobblestoned by-way, like the one south of Cuxhaven except a good deal less marshy.
Mid-day approaches and the weather holds, temperatures turning pleasant. The meadow fields are filled with poppies, the trees about are supporting apples and some northern pears, and now and then is a wide field brilliant yellow with rape or white-and-green with clover, picked over by dozens of fat cattle.
Just past noon, the road meets with a good sized stream flowing eastwards towards where the Weser valley ought to be (behind you now), and you pass a road marker saying that Oldenburg is 8 miles away (you ought to be there before nightfall). A bit beyond that you find a curious thing. A man is standing in the middle of the road ahead, with his back to you, and with a piece of string between his hands. He appears to be stretching the string out the length of his arms and measuring the width of the sky above the road. He measures it at three and a half lengths of string, seems unhappy about that, and so returns to the right side of the road and does it again. You see him do it three times altogether before you come within ear-shot. He seems completely unaware of you.
He's tall, about six-foot-two, weighing perhaps 160 lbs., and wearing a tight brown jacket and breeches, but no robe or cloak. You cannot see any equipment about the man, or any weapon he might be carrying. To learn more than that you would need to get closer.