Mail brought no news of importance. Our little colt got its leg broke in the old bridge. It died this evening. Zona & I went up to the orchard & stopped to see that sick negroe, one of the Stephens’ women. They live in the old store house. We came by the stables & saw the dead colt & then to the house & then Mr. Henry, I & the children went to the mill as they have got the new wheel started. Boyd made it. It goes finely. The bucket machine does only sorty. Harrie went to Asheville this morning, will not be back before tomorrow night. I have not felt well at all today.
*(Fear in North Carolina: The Civil War Journals and Letters of the Henry Family, Eds. Karen L. Clinard and Richard Russell, used with permission.)