Sunday, 27th January, 1867

A bitter cold, bleak morning. No one except Bill attended Church. He returned to dinner. Hardie to my surprise had the buggy hitched and carried Mr. Palmer to Enfield. Old Mr. Grubbs left on horseback with them. I was pretty glad to see them start. The ice prevented them crossing the river. It is indeed a great privation to me not to be able to attend Church. Have not been absent as long since I have been a member of that Church. This is the 4th Sunday since I was there. Hardie returned about night, very cold. They all went down and got supper. I had been lying down.