Sat out upon my Return home, oated at Warreners, in Brimfield, caught in a cold Rain,
obliged to stop at Cheneys in Western in order to dine. Landlord very sick of a Plurisie.
While I was at Cheneys 5 Chaises went by. Jona. Amory and Wife, Deacon Newhall and
Wife, Ned Paine and Wife and Sister and servants &c.—Oated at Spencer, drank Tea and
putt up at Serjeants in Leicester—a very good House, neat and clean and convenient
I have had a naked, barren Journey. My Brains have been as barren the whole Time,
as a sandy Plain, or a gravelly Nole. My Soul has been starved. Came off, just when
Company began to collect. This Week and the next would have brought together a curious
Collection of Characters from all Parts of New England, and some perhaps from the
Southern Provinces and some from the W. Indies.