This has been a fine day. I worked for Fred this forenoon, helping his partner, Mr. Huntington tap maple trees. It was the first time I ever worked in a sugar camp. I drove the piles and hung the buckets. I got pretty tired by noon, as we began to break through the crust into the deep snow. There were only 12 in my writing class today. I went to the store and practiced telegraphy after school. I succeeded in taking the most of a message going through. I am getting interested in the business and would like to become an expert operator, but of course I never can that I see now, and don’t know as it would pay to try. I have been writing copies tonight. It is a beautiful evening.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)