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the red pickup. It was a beautiful morning. The cold winter was behind and it seemed that maybe things were turning out OK after all. The cattle and horses had wintered good and our prospects of having grass were promising.
By the time we got to Huron the weather had closed in and it was misting. When we reached Brookings it was snowing. The wet snow and rain broke telephone poles like toothpicks and broke telegraph wires too. The only communication in or out of Brookings was by radio.
I think it was about noon on the 27th that we got started for Clear Lake. Well, the cattle all made it through the storm. They had been in a barn and had been fed about 100 bushels of the farm owners seed oats. It may have been more than 100 bu. The price of the oats was $100 above the original $450.
Willis had two horses and I had two. All four were dead. The temperature wasn't cold but the snow so fine and wind so strong it suffocated ever thing that was outside. The livestock loss |