1779 August 13 (Friday). Parker went to my little Flock in Squire Baker’s pasture, got a Lamb, killed it — did not weigh it — it was very small. Breck returned from Boston: but was much overcome by the Rain and Fatiegue of his Journey — young Henry Pigeon here and dined with us. P.M. Rev. Fitch, his wife and sucking son Elijah — they dined here. Lent Mr. Fitch, Stillingfleet’s Origines Sacrae. Mrs. Hawes and her Cousin, Miss Jerusha King, at Tea here.