Wednesday, January 5
Wednesday January 5th.
A damp dark fog settled down and made the landscape
dismal in appearance. It froze on the trees. Snow began spitting
down about noon but soon quit, only to begin and pelt down in
great flakes coming faster than at any time before this season.
It kept at it till after dark. Immediately after breakfast I
started out with ax and dog to hunt hogs I patrolled all the
ground on the place where I thought strange hogs could be,
without finding any, then went to where the road fence crosses
or connects with the big creek, cut ice, and fenced with willow
poles, till I thought I had an effectual barricade. Father in the
meantime had gone with the bob sled to the old church after
logs. He lost part of his load on the other side of the Fowler
hill. He came home with part and went back after the lost ones.
By that time I had cut down a sycamore tree close to the road
in John Fowler's(13) wheat-field and he hauled two drags of it to
the house for back-logs. Alvin worked at reconstructing or re
pairing the old sled most of the time. Father went up to Bob
Foster's a visiting after dark. Neither very cold nor very warm.
Teaching notes: Terms that your students may not know, but of course, do not assume that.
A Bob Sled Here is the picture of a pretty fancy one
A :Back Log was a rather big pieceof firewood that was ususally put on in the evening to
keep on buring until mornng
