The Natural History of Selborne

This afternoon I saw at the house of my neighbour Mr Burbey, 54 young girls, which he entertained with tea, & cakes: they were, except a few, natives of this village.

Wheeled dung into the garden, & to the basons in Baker’s hill.  Mr Churton left us.

Paths dry: boys play at taw on the Plestor.

On this evening there was a total eclipse of the moon: but the sky was so cloudy, that we saw nothing of the progress of it.

Mr. Churton came.

Snow all day.

Ice in my chamber.

The walks in my fields are strewed with the berries of misseltoe, blown from the hedges.

A cellar in the back-street Faringdon is full of water.

Peter Well’s well is 36 feet deep, my own 63.  Peter Well’s well runs over: when this is the case, the springs are very high.  This overflowing lasted only two or three days.