IMH 75:2 163

"Chronicles of Upper Burnet" (1)

1881

Saturday, January 22nd.

It spat snow all day without getting much down but began
at dark in earnest. It was 4 or 5 degrees below the freezing
point. Bob Foster and Bill Hand came soon after breakfast and
about 9 o'clock we started, all four of us to town in the sled,
Bill taking a sack of his wheat along. I was up at Uncle Rip's
house awhile and found that a curious misunderstanding in
regard to the "word" sent last Friday had made a situation a
little ludicrous. But what I had done had not done harm. No
notable purchases were made nor was anything noteworthy
done I believe. Alvin squizzed almost without interruption I
believe. We got home about 3.