I got up this morning and built fires. It was 2o [blow?] zero at that time but grew warmer soon and has been a very pleasant day. I went to church and sung in the choir this forenoon in the place of their regular tenor singer who was absent today. I did not stay to Sunday school but came home with Fred. Grace and Charlie came down to dinner. We had fish that Fred got in Frankfort yesterday, it tasted good. I have been reading a good deal from Longfellow’s works, today. I read the Spanish Student and beaan[sic] Hiawatha. I began a letter to my Kate this afternoon and evening. I am afraid it will be a long time before I shall see her.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)