From Steubenville I walked northwards along the railroad track. The heavy winter mist, that all morning had obscured West Virginia, and gave the river the appearance of a vast lake, had now disappeared for the most part.
I deferred eating till I should find a place of solitude; and it was not till three o’clock such a place appeared, a high bluff overlooking the big bend in the river. When I had climbed it, I was thoroughly exhausted . The lunch put me right, and I delayed awhile to absorb the landscape. It was dead — none of the quickening excitement of eminent spring.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 9, 1921