| Disgrifiad | Has been a most dreadful storm here. For many days, the drovers that were yesterday at Penmorfa. With this ill weather the writer has had his headache very severely these three days. His sister Catherine, who had not been here since the children were here, came yesterday to the fair. She tells him the cradle is finished and will be sent to Bodewryd the first dry day next week. Has not heard from Chester since O.G. came thence nor has either of the children written one word to the writer's father or sister since they went to Chester. This is a little strange and hard. Spoke yesterday to Owen Morris's father and mother about M.H. and their son in the best manner he could. They seemed very angry and threatened hard in their passion. Is resolved to spend the winter at Bangor himself and thinks to get the childen there when their year is up. |