unniest cats head on his back you ever see with eyes and nose and mouth
and 2 long ears whitch your fingers made. i got 5 on my back today and i
got 1 on Beany and 2 on Pewt and 1 on Pop Clark and 1 on Nipper Brown.

Feb. 5. it snowed this morning and we dident go to church i dug some
paths and read Billy Bowlegs in the afternoon, after super it snowed
again and is snowing now. i bet they will be some deep drifts tomorow.

Feb. 6. brite and fair. it has cleared off. everything was jest as white
and they wasent hardly a track in the snow. i had to dig sum paths, and
i got up erly and dug a path down the frunt steps and out to the road so
father cood get into the hack. Jo Parmer said it was prety tuf slaying.
my Hoppy Gad boots have been greesed and they dont leak a bit. me and
Pewt and Beany had sum fun diving. we tide scarfs round our heds and
necks and div from our steps into a snow drift. and we cood go in way
out of sight. we tide our britches down over our boots, it was more fun
than diving in the river. after we div one drift all down we tride
another, and bimeby Beany he said come on fellers here is a buly drift
down by the shed and we went down and Beany said i chuse first dive and
he clim up on the shed and said 1 to make ready, 2 to prepare, 3 to be
going and 4 to be there, and then he div rite into the swill bucket. it
was under the snow and Beany coodent see it, and when he came up he was
all swill and he was mad and said i knew it all the time, and he went
home and aint going to ever speak to me enny more. i coodent see the old
bucket enny more than he cood. it is jest like Beany to get mad at every
little thing. i bet he wood laff if i div in the swill bucket.

Feb. 7. Brite and fair. Beany woodent speek to me today. all rite Beany
you jest wait and see.

Feb. 8. Brite and fair. it was buly snowballing. we was pluging
stewdcats today and Pacer Gooch came along. so we got behind trees and
Pewt peeked jest in time to get one rite in the eye. he had aught to
know beter than peek out when Pacer is pluging snowballs.

Feb. 9. me and Fatty Melcher are making some arrow rifles down to his
shop. we are going hunting for rabbits saterday. brite and fair.

Feb. 10. brite and fair. tonite father brougt a magasine home tonite. it
is the young folks. we all wanted it so we took turns. ferst Cele read a
story and then i read a story and then Keene, we all read it out loud.
Cele read amung the glass blowers. Keene rea