February 22, 1748

1748 February 22 (Monday).  A fine Day though the snow is deep.  Lieutenant Tainter came and killed me an Hog.  Weighed 245. P.M. had a great deal of Discourse with Lieutenant about the sorrowful Divisions in our precinct.  I observed it the rather because: Captain Maynard came, but understanding that Lieutenant Tainter was here would not come in.  N.B. Dominique Dyer, a young Frenchman of Chandelieu, here.