I am writing this in our house (Kate & mine), but I am going over to sleep with Fred Neill. I have been here the most of the day — got my dinner here — but some how I kept thinking of Kate and our dead little Johnnie that was born here, and I got so lonesome that the tears would flow, and my head seemed breaking. I was not made to be alone much, have been used to having my darling Kate with me too long to be contented without her. I told Mrs. Neill how I felt and she told me to come there and I believe I will for some time any way. It has been warmer today and snowed hard tonight. The wind has blown hard all day and drifted the snow badly.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)