1747 November 20 (Friday). Grows Cold, yet it is a pleasant bright Day. Mr. Jonathan Rogers thrash’d out some of my Rye for himself to Sow. He din’d with us.
1747 November 20 (Friday). Grows Cold, yet it is a pleasant bright Day. Mr. Jonathan Rogers thrash’d out some of my Rye for himself to Sow. He din’d with us.