1776 April 12 (Friday). I had designed to go to Mendon to the Funeral of old Madam Dorr and my son Samuel had purposed to go to Boston, with his Wife and Babe; but the Morning prov’d very Stormy — snowed very hard — till it lay thick. Rained afterwards — which prevents our journeying our several Ways. But I am especially Sollicitous, how poor Abel Woods fares, who was carryed in a Waggon yesterday, as far as Capt. Job Cushing’s — being in his Way to Brookfield to be under the Care of Dr. Kitteridge.