Feb 1, 1788

There was a storm like I had never seen before.  The weather is still unpleasant.  Our rations have been cut once again.  I have been picked by a military family to be a servant.  I have been told that I am lucky I have a good family to live with.  They gave me new clothes to wear.  My other clothes were cut up for rags, you could see all the way through them.  I am currently living in a makeshift tent next the family that I am working for.