[Hosea Stout Diary] Thursday Jan 7th 1847. Towards day the howling North wind, which had not yet ceased to blow, began to howl with renewed strength and filled our little Shanty full of its cold and piercing breath. The weather had increased in coldness & when morning light came I found one of those intolerable cold clear days that bids the most industerous to cease his labours & keep within
There was no stiring only by those who were wither out of wood or hay or compelled by some means to meet the "chilling blast."
I was indoors all day untill I went out in the evening to regulate the guard and at six oclock I went to a council at W. Richards house. There was nothing done of any particular importance. The wind this evening turned to the South where it blew all night.
[source: Diaries of Hosea Stout]
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