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.