December 25. 1777 Christmas Day
Today dawned fair after several days of rain leaving the yard a muddy mess. The butcher and baker are in a charitable mood on this Christmas day so our fare today was much better than one year ago. We have white bread instead of brown, mutton, turnips, salt and oatmeal for our soup. Some Newbury men also invited us to share their plum pudding and so we are better fed than I can remember while here in Mill Prison.
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