At Ninevah, my father, Moses Townsend, every year or so, burned over a part of the field so it would yield more blueberries which we used to sell. Quite often people would steal the berries, so father would put up paper poster signs saying "NO TRESPASSING" but the thieves would take them down. Father decided to have signs printed on cloth which were more difficult to destroy.
On one particular day, the berries were just right to pick, so mother sent me to the berry field to keep the thieves out. Sure enough, they had torn down the cloth signs, and a couple of people were picking berries in the very best place. I arrived by way of the woods, and they didn't see me until I appeared in their midst and ordered them to get out. They said "your land is not posted." I replied, "I'm the post!" They never came back.
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