[Hosea Stout Diary] Sunday Aug 13th 1848. Here I met with another very sad misfortune again. On going out to look for my cattle I found one of my oxen dead. He had manifested signs of not being well last evening when I turned him out. Every prospect now seemed to bid fair for me to make but slow headway
Meeting today. Prest Young wishes to go on so as to send back for those who can not help themselves[.] Today the North wind blew uncommonly cold.
[source: Diaries of Hosea Stout]
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