It was only 10 above 0 this morning. I wrote copies and practiced this forenoon. Went to Scio with pa, after a grist this afternoon. As we were unloading, Rock got scared. Kicked pa terribly, threw me out of the buggy and then ran away. I thought pa was killed, but he came to and I brought him home. I talked on penmanship tonight in the school house at Blodgettes.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)