Sarah Kemble Knight

Sarah Kemble Knight
File:Sarah kemble knight.jpg A sketch of Sarah Kemble Knight
Born	(1666-04-19)April 19, 1666 Boston, Massachusetts
Died	September 25, 1727(1727-09-25) (aged 61) Norwich, Connecticut
Occupation(s)	teacher, business woman, court scrivener
Spouse	Richard Knight (d. 1703)
Children	Elizabeth (Knight) Livingston
Parent(s)	Captain Thomas Kemble and Elizabeth Trerice
Relatives	Caleb Trowbridge, John Livingston
Signature
Signature of Sarah Kemble Knight courtesy of The Gilder Lehrman Collection (The Livingston Papers)

Sarah Kemble Knight (April 19, 1666 – September 25, 1727) was a teacher and businesswoman, who is remembered for her diary of a journey from Boston, Massachusetts Bay Colony, to New York City, Province of New York, in 1704–1705, a courageous adventure for a woman to undertake.

Biography

Knight was born in Boston to Captain Thomas Kemble and Elizabeth Trerice. Her father was a merchant of Boston. In 1689, Sarah married Richard Knight. They had one child, Elizabeth. Having been left a widow after her husband's death in 1703, Knight assumed the responsibility of managing her household. In 1706 she opened a boarding house and taught school, which gained some reputation in Boston. She is described as “excelling in the art of teaching composition.” Unverified rumor has it that the Mather children and Benjamin Franklin were included among her pupils, but Kathryn Zabelle Derounian-Stodola, a professor at the University of Kansas at Little Rock who specializes in Early American women writers, speculates that this “writing school attended by Benjamin Franklin is more likely rumor than fact.” For additional income Knight also made copies of court records and wrote letters for people having business with the court. Historians have recently noted that Knight’s civil engagement is not as exceptional as it once seemed, for in the early eighteenth century many women played significant economic roles.

In 1713, Knight's daughter married John Livingston, of Connecticut, and Madam Knight moved with them to New London, where she continued her business and land dealings. Madam Knight, as she was generally called as a mark of respect, spent the rest of her life either in New London or Norwich, Connecticut. She owned several farms in New London, and had a home in Norwich. She ran an inn out of the Livingston farm in New London. In 1718 the Norwich town record says she was “taxed twenty shillings for selling strong drink to the Indians,” but it adds “Madam Knight accuses her maid, Ann Clark, of the fact.” When she died in 1727, she left her daughter a large estate, “attesting to her shrewdness and skill as a businessperson.”

Sarah Kemble Knight is buried at Ye Antientist Burial Ground, New London.

Journey from Boston to New York

approximate route of Sarah Kemble Knight's Journey, 1704-1705

Having previously worked as a court scrivener, Knight possessed a basic working knowledge of legal matters. In 1704, she took it upon herself to "settle the estate of her cousin[,] Caleb Trowbridge[,] on behalf of his widow," and began her journey, on horseback, from Boston, Massachusetts to New Haven, Connecticut, an unparalleled feat for a woman at this time. She recounted her experiences in the “journals” that have made her known to students of American colonial literature and history. The small diary of her Boston–New York journey passed into private hands and lay undiscovered until 1825 when it was published posthumously as The Journal of Mme Knight by Theodore Dwight. The Journal of Madam Knight has subsequently been reprinted by others with additional biographical information.

Her Journal

Her journal remains noteworthy both for its larger-than-life central character (Knight) and its telling of a trying journey not normally undertaken by a woman. The discomforts of primitive traveling are described with much sprightliness and not a little humor. The journal is valuable as a history of the manners and customs of the time, and is full of graphic descriptions of the early settlements in New England and New York. At the same time, it is interesting for its original orthography and interspersed rhymes.

Structure

Knight's journal is largely a ledger of the places and people she encountered during each day of her trip. Expository information such as, "About three o'clock afternoon, I begun my Journey from Boston to New-Haven; being about two Hundred Mile. My Kinsman, Capt. Robert Luist, waited on me as farr as Dedham, where I was to meet ye Western post," is interspersed with poetic interludes and extended scenes Knight found worthy of noting.

The extended scenes highlight remarkable or memorable interactions, usually with people that Knight has strong opinions about. For example, early in the journal, crosses a swamp with a man she describes as "honest John." She embellishes this account with references of how impressed she was with him, citing stories he told of adventures that convinced her that he was "a Prince disguis'd." Upon reaching the next stop, Knight is confronted with this man's eldest daughter, who interrogates her with "silly questions" referring to the unusualness of a woman being on such a journey, to which Knight responds curtly, calling her rude. These instances of hyperbole and character judgment contrast with other, apparently less remarkable interactions, such as the following account of a transaction between two postmen (one of which was her guide), in which she does not even name her guide: "About 8 in the morning, I with the Post proceeded forward without observing any thing remarkable; And about two, on, Arrived at the Post's second stage, where the western Post mett him and exchanged Letters." This account, however, is immediately followed by a detailed description of a meal Knight was served, which appears to have been notable for its unpleasant appearance and aftermath. Extended scenes describing Knight's unpleasant encounters with food occur often throughout her journal.

Some moments during the journey appear to have had a profound impact on Knight. These experiences are marked by distinct poetic interludes in her journal. In one instance, Knight finds herself riding her horse in the pitch-dark woods alone late at night. She feels intensely fearful until the moon reveals itself and lights her way, after which she experiences an epiphanic sense of relief and gratitude toward the moon. She unpacks this moment with the following prose:

   Fair Cynthia, all the Homage that I may  
   Unto a Creature, unto thee I pay;  
   In Lonesome woods to meet so kind a guide,   
   To Mee's more worth than all the world beside.  
   Some Joy I felt just now, when safe got or'e  
   Yon Surly River to this Rugged shore,  
   Deeming Rough welcomes from these clownish Trees,
   Better than Lodgings wth Nereidees.  
   Yet swelling fears surprise; all dark appears–  
   Nothing but Light can disipate those fears.   
   My fainting vitals can't lend strength to say,  
   But softly whisper, O I wish 'twere day.  
   The murmer hardly warma the Ambient air,  
   E' re thy Bright Aspect rescues from dispair:
   Makes the old Hagg her sable mantle loose,  
   And a Bright joy do's through my Soul diffuse.  
   The Boistero's Trees now Lend a Passage Free,   
   And pleasent prospects thou giv'st light to see.  
   

Later, she encounters a very poor family, for whom she seems to feel an overwhelming sense of empathy. She unpacks the emotional nuances of this epiphany as follows:

   Tho' Ill at éase, A stranger and alone,  
   All my fatigues shall not extort a grone.  
   These Indigents have hunger wth their ease;   
   Their best is worn behalfe then my disease.  
   Their Misirable butt wch Heat and Cold  
   Alternately without Repulse do hold;  
   Their Lodgings thyn and hard, their Indian fare
   The mean Apparel which the wretches wear,  
   And their ten thousand ills wch can't be told,  
   Makes nature er'e 'tis midle age'd look old.   
   When I reflect, my late fatigues do seem  
   Only a notion or forgotten Dreem.  
   

Courage

Knight's journey was a difficult one, but her courage and determination throughout the journey is illustrated in multiple moments throughout her journal. Knight’s shrewd business savvy is apparent early in her account of her journey when she writes about an exchange concerning payment for an escort. She tells the woman attempting to get more money from her simply that she “would not be accessary to such extortion.” In the end, Knight stands her ground and is able to bypass the negotiator, deal directly with the would-be escort, and arrange a price she feels is fair. Along the way, Knight may feel fear or apprehension, but she urges herself on, conquering her fears as she crosses rivers, swamps, and woods. Before crossing a particularly treacherous river, Knight cannot rid herself of thoughts of drowning, writing, "The concern of mind this relation sett me in: no thoughts but those of the dang'ros River could entertain my Imagination, and they were as formidable as varios, still Tormenting me with blackest Ideas of my Approaching fate–Sometimes seing my self drowning, otherwhiles drowned, and at the best like a holy Sister just come out of a Spiritual Bath in dripping Garments." However, Knight realizes she must conquer her fear, writing, “I now ralyed all the Courage I Was mistriss of, Knowing that I must either Venture my fate of drowning, or be left like ye Children in the wood.” Knight is not exceptional in that she does not feel fear throughout her journey, but that she is strong enough to know what must be done and overcome that fear.

Humor

Despite the hardships of her journey, Knight infused humor into her journal as she traveled. The clearest picture of this humor is the poem to rum that she wrote one night in an inn when she could not sleep. The men in the kitchen next to the room in which she stayed were quite loud and drunk and so she composed the following:

   I ask thy Aid, O Potent Rum!.  
   To Charm these wrangling Topers Dum.  
   Thou hast their Giddy Brains possest. 2   
   The man confounded wth the Beast  
   And I, poor I, can get no rest.  
   Intoxicate them with thy fumes:  
   O still their Tongues till morning comes!  

After she has asked rum to do her this favor she states, "I know not but my wishes took effect, for the dispute soon ended wth 'tother Dram; and so Good night!" Although her circumstances are rough, Knight finds a moment to allow humor to assist her in working through the hard spots in her accommodations.

Racism and Class Concerns

While readers can celebrate the way she documents her endurance on a difficult journey and reflects upon her accomplishments as a business woman, Sarah Kemble Knight was a complex human being with early American racial and class sensibilities. Although her work receives recognition for its feminist implications, scholarship also addresses the racist and classicist inclinations it presents. However, it should be remembered that the social norms of Knight's world inevitably shaped her thinking and her writing. As an example, in accordance with the views of her era, Knight refers to racial interactions between slaves and whites in a very disturbing light: "But too Indulgent (especially ye farmers) to their slaves: sufering too great familiarity from them, permitting ym to sit at Table and eat with them, (as they say to save time,) and into the dish goes the black hoof as freely as the white hand." Another instance of racism occurs in Knight's description of her encounters with Native Americans: "There are every where in the Towns as I passed, a Number of Indians the Natives of the Country, and are the most salvage of all the salvages of that kind that I had ever Seen: little or no care taken (as I heard upon enquiry) to make them otherwise."

With regard to class concerns, Knight comments that a certain country gentleman is animal-like and uncouth. She says that country people, like cows, "seldom Loose their Cudd." She also describes the previously mentioned country gentleman as "spitting a Large deal of Aromatick Tincture, he gave a scrape with his shovel like shoo, leaving a small shovel full of dirt on the floor, made a full stop, Hugging his own pretty Body with his hands under his arms, Stood staring rown'd him, like a Catt let out of a Baskett." Clearly, Knight's account of the strangers she met on her journey would conflict with more modern understandings of how we should treat our fellow human beings. However, as an early American writer, Knight's writings offers scholars a view into the controversial complexities of eighteenth-century life.

One specific way Knight attempts to prove her superior class status during her journey is by critiquing the taste of those she perceives as lower class. In the case of her journal, 'taste' often refers to food. Generally speaking, when Knight stays at the home or inn of early American colonists whose mannerisms signify their being of higher class, Knight finds their food edible. For example, when Knight arrives at Mr. Havens, she is met "very civilly" by a "good woman;" here her dinner of chocolate and milk was "effected to [her] satisfaction." On the contrary, a Landlady "with her hair about her ears, and hands at full pay scratching" served mutton, "but it being pickled, and my Guide said it smelt strong of head sause" Knight refused to eat it. As these examples show, Knight's 'taste' in food allowed her to expose those colonists she found to be of lower class and applaud those colonists who she saw as being bourgeois, as she was.

External links

• Sarah Kemble Knight - From Annenberg Media Learner.org
• Sarah Kemble Knight - From Houghton Mifflin The Heath Anthology of American Literature
• "Wee made Good speed along" - Boston Businesswoman Sarah Knight Travels From Kingston to New London, 1704.