This is a letter written in the 1850's found in the book
Hammersmith: His Harvard Days by Mark Sibley Severance from 1878.
Mr. Tom Hammersmith to his Mother
Cambridge, Feb. 3,185-.
"Dear Mother,—Your letter of inquiry about uncle Gayton came to me a week ago, and I should have answered it instanter; but, fact is, I've had a little accident. Don't go and worry, now, for I'm all right again; or how could I be sitting here writing to you? I had a pretty narrow squeak of it, though, as you'll see when I tell you how it happened.
It was last Saturday afternoon, and I had been dining at Mrs. Fayerweather's. She's a mighty nice old lady,—a little older than you are, — and lives out near Mount Auburn. Jack Fayerweather is in my class. Well, you see we had finished dinner, and Were playing a game of billiards (Jack and I), when Jack proposed that we should go up to Fresh Pond for some skating. So I borrowed a pair of his brother's skates, — rockers they were, and mighty nice, — and we started to go. His sister Miss Edith wanted to go, though: so we waited for her, and were driven over in their double sleigh in fine style. She's a mighty pretty girl, no end ol accomplishments, and goes out to all the parties in Boston and Cambridge. I'm almost scared to talk to her, she is such a friend of the seniors and juniors. But I shall never get on at this rate.We found a lot of fellows that we knew, — Penhallow ana Goldie and Freemantle, and lots of others; and Miss Darby and a pretty Miss Summerdale were with Tweedy, and a young Barlow, some relation to Miss Darby. Jack knew them all, and introduced me; and I found myself sailing round with them, pretty soon, as chipper as if we had been friends all our lives. The girls about here skate mighty well, most of them; and Mabel would be rather surprised to see them doing the outward roll, cross-cut backwards and forwards, and many things I can hardly do myself. And they have such a nice way of joining hands inside their muffs with a fellow they're skating with: it's mighty nice.
Well, we'd been skating about a good deal, changing our sets now and then, getting very jolly; and as Goldie and most of the college-men were playing a game of hockey,rushing about like mad, and knocking the ball in our way, we went over towards the Belmont side; that's the west — but then you don't know it: so it doesn't matter. It was quieter here; only some juniors cutting fancy figures on the ice, —figure-eights, circles, initials, and so on: so we had a nice time."
Hammersmith: His Harvard Days