when my father lived in the house where Joseph/
wright liveth some evenings our cows were late/
before they came hom and my mother sent me/
to see if I could mete them I went once or twice/
but the second time I was sent I went about half/
way crosse the street and could goe no further/
my legs were bound to my thinking with a nap/
kin but could se nothing I looked foward {for}/
{ward} the cattle that were in the street by good/
man nots shop and I saw good wif harrison rise/
up from a cow that was non of her owne with/
a pail in her hand and made hast home and/
when she was over her own stile I was loosed/
June 29:1668/ This was about 7 or 8 years ago John welles/
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This was owned and acknowledged/
by John wells before me Samll welles/