Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

At Bailey, waiting for a bus – I had time to open the S.A.A. letter & found a royalty check for $50.
The driver of the Bailey Bus was a young girl. She said her feet were frozen, and at each traffic light she removed her right shoe, and thrust her foot at a little heater. When we got to Abbott road the end of the line, she said she was quitting for the day.
Dr. Jones was waiting for me, and so I was thru by 10:30. According to the schedule, a greyhound bus was due to leave downtown at 10:45. So I took a Bailey bus back to Clinton – then; realizing I was ahead of time, I took a short-car to the end of the line.
Here, I waited a while, fighting the cold. Once an old, grayish white bird dog, shivering came to me, and looked appealingly into my face. I wished I could have done something for him.
Finally, unable to endure the cold standing still, I set out to walk – The sun had come out brilliantly, but gave forth nothing but light. I had not gone far, when a man driving an ancient small delivery truck stopped and offered me a lift, He was only going as far as Harlem, however.
The bus still not in sight, I resumed my walk from Harlem. By walking briskly, I found the cold not too bad, and by opening my arms occasionally I got on very well. That is, until I passed French Road – Here the road declines somewhat to a lower level which persists until the west end of our village.