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Theobald "Toby" Barrett Diary, 1926-1927
Theobald (Toby) Barrett Diary, 1926-1927-4.pdf
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| − | Now it so befell that to-day a great blizzard raged.This our cot hath been | + | Now it so befell that to-day a great blizzard raged.This our cot hath been beaten and buffeted by such a wind and ever and anon hath given voice to divers, groans and creakings as would make one think that her timbers must forsooth be torn asunder. With out there hath been such a swirl and burl of wind and driving snow and so bitter cold withal, that truly I had not set foot o'er threshold had it not been for the necessity of foddering the cattle and fetching the fuel Pokohantas. I whiled the time away by sitting by the fire and reading aloud Sir John Dering by Jeffery Farnol, while Marj. baked bread, and had fair luck in spite of the weather. It took all day to rise and she baked it this evening. I did not turn the cows down to the creek to-day as it is piled high with snow drifts but carried water to them |
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the straw, but there is a high wind to-night from the south west. To-day's paper tells of a terrible storm on the North Atlantic and mentions the Mont Royal along with other liners having reached New York badly mussed up. She docked yesterday so Mr. Parks would be two days later.
Thursday January 28th
Now it so befell that to-day a great blizzard raged.This our cot hath been beaten and buffeted by such a wind and ever and anon hath given voice to divers, groans and creakings as would make one think that her timbers must forsooth be torn asunder. With out there hath been such a swirl and burl of wind and driving snow and so bitter cold withal, that truly I had not set foot o'er threshold had it not been for the necessity of foddering the cattle and fetching the fuel Pokohantas. I whiled the time away by sitting by the fire and reading aloud Sir John Dering by Jeffery Farnol, while Marj. baked bread, and had fair luck in spite of the weather. It took all day to rise and she baked it this evening. I did not turn the cows down to the creek to-day as it is piled high with snow drifts but carried water to them
