1773 July 12 (Monday). Mrs. Kelly grows worse. [I take a?] Taste of my Eutopia. We are thrown into perplexity by means of having sent away one of my Oxen to Mr. Baldwins pasture at Coi’s Hill and depending upon Lt. Bakers young Man driving with Some of theirs, one of my young Oxen down from thence to mate the Ox which was left behind at home, the Said young Man has returned without mine, and in the mean time we are forced to be at the Charge of getting Oxen at our Neighbours to get in our Hay.