Wednesday, July 30 1760

In the morning rode to the keeper’s to ask for the funeral of his mother, but was too late to succeed. From thence I went to my uncle Hill’s… In the afternoon rode down to Mr Carman’s and looked at his wool, and from thence I rode to Mr Gosling’s and looked upon his wool. I came home about 5:20… But very little to do all day…

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