1747 December 18 (Friday). A very Severe night we have pass’d through, but God’s Mercys are new this morning which is bright without Clouds, and silver’d by the Icicles everywhere shining and the Trees glistening. But it is still Cold. As the Day gets up the Wind rises. ‘Tis as much as we can do to take Care of ourselves and the Children, provide for and Tend the Fires, and the Cattle. But our Eyes should be to the Lord our never failing Support. Benjamin Whipple came, and got wood out of the Snow and cut it for Me. The Evening somewhat moderate.