October 12, 1791

Posted by sydney on Oct 12th, 1791

Gathered cucumbers for picklers.  One of my Apricot-trees withers, & looks as if it would die.  Hunter’s moon rises early. Mrs Ben White left us, & took Tome with her, leaving Ben behind.

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