[Hosea Stout Diary] Sunday Feb. 21st 1847. This morning the snow had blown and drifted untill it was near half way to the top of my door & I could scarcly get it opened & had to throw away the snow to make roads before I could get around[.] It was decidedly one of the deepest snows that had fallen for some years & is still blowing and drifting all day, the air still full as in a snow storm
Those who are caught out in a large prairie are in a bad snap for the deep ravines will be filled level full & impassable[.] But little stir this morning[.] Went to council as usualnothing of importance up however
[Diaries of Hosea Stout]
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