It stormed terribly all last night and continued so to do until near night today. The snow had been drifted very badly and it flew through the air very much like a blizzard all day. The mercury was 4o above zero when we got up this morning. I did not go any where all day. I finished readying “Evangeline” it is such a sad poem but still beautiful. I commenced writing a letter to Kate and wrote one to Mr. Butler, the preacher of Webster. I have been reading in my last years Diary, and the descriptions of the sickness of our little Johnnie who was nearing his death a year ago makes me feel rather lonesome and sad. The wind has gone down and the sky is clear tonight.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)