November 24^th, 1775

This day, all hands to digging a fosse.

Afternoon, drilled: for two hours, the loading of the guns, and for another two, exercises in the fields, facings, wheelings, evolutions. I am the worst of soldiers.

No word come of Pro Bono. None have heard of him here.

The snoring in the barracks is considerable. I am in some difficulty to sleep. The air is frigid and floor unyielding.