January 24, 1916
Wea. Very stormy; light snowfall Ther. -30,-18,-35
McKenzie Co. lived up to its reputation in regard to the changeability of weather, for it was a perfect fright outside. I had a package of books at the station, and I walked down there to get it. When I got back, a man stopped me at the Zeller Hardware store and thawed up my nose for me. Everybody advised me to stay in Watford to-day, because they claimed no man could live thru the 30-mile trip to Catlin. I had promised to fetch some quinine for Howard, however, so I made up my mind to risk it. I bought a lot of groceries and things and got my hair trimmed. The barber strongly urged a shave, but I did not care for a chapped face, so I declined. At Schafer I had a long talk with Mr. Graham, the editor of the “Record”, (58) and then I beat it for Catlin. I met a man near the big school and he thawed up my left cheek and nose, which had frozen again. It certainly was cold, and I suffered terribly. Got stuck in a snowdrift at “Bobby” Morrisons, and broke the tongue of my jumper. Got home at 2:00 and cooked a hearty supper. Emil came home later.
(58) The Schafer Record of Jan. 27, 1916 duly notes that, “Reverend Jon (sic) of near Catlin passed through town on Monday en-route home from a journey to Watford.
pg 60 of Called to the Prairie