Finally as we were going down the hill just this side of the highway, old Matthias Shields or Shiltz or whatever his name is, came along in his big closed car and as I was driving and walking on the inside of the grader he was so close to me that it startled me and I jumped to the side so that the hind wheel of the grader caught me and ran over my foot. It knocked me down and the old man stopped his car and came back and regretted the incident but said he sounded his horn. The grader was making considerable noise on the gravelly road so that neither Tom nor I heard it. My foot hurt for awhile but doesn't hurt much to-night so I think it will be all right. We got back to Fred Misner's corner by noon and this after noon Tom sent his man, George, with the team as he wanted to go to town. George and I got one round in on the whole length of the beat from Dover to the town-line which leaves one round to be made yet on the south end. Fine all day but cold east wind this after noon.

Sunday April 5th