I went over to my house this morning, or rather about noon and found it about the worst drifted I had anytime. I finished a letter to Kate, and wrote an order to Carter & Carrick of Boston for some pens. Did writing as usual and taught this afternoon. The mail failed to come in tonight so I have no letters from home yet and the bookkeeping works are not here. The roads are so drifted there is no telling when the stage will come. I didn’t do my writing tonight, but told stories, ate candy and visited with Fred, as he is going to the lumber camp in the morning.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)