1771 January 19 (Saturday). A.M. Deacon Wood cut out and salts up my pork. My Kinsman Bradshaw from Boston, going to Great Barrington. Mr. John Marsh (a Young Gentleman I had not known) came here at Mr. P. Whitneys motion to help me: which I was very thankful for. He has lately come from Mr. Forbes’s at Brookfield, and informs me that Mr. Parsons dyed on Thursday last — to be buryed next Tuesday.