I commenced to dig potatoes in Fred Waters’ field this morning and kept at it all day, getting about seven bushels in all. I would not like to give much for what are left and he planted ground enough for 100 bushels. It has been a pleasant day, but the air has been pretty cool. The thermometer stood just at the freezing point this evening. I tried to practice writing this evening but I am too tired to do anything at it.
*(R. Henry Scadin Collection, D.H. Ramsey Library Special Collections, UNC Asheville)