The Blizzard of 1888 continued - The storm lasted that day and night and until noon the next day. Then my wife wanted to go to the barn and see about the cattle. The first thin she noticed when she came out was the pony that had taken me home standing where I had gotten off. She thought the pony was dead but when she got out there with the dog the pony started to move slowly and when down to the hay stack by the barn. When my wife came to the barn to milk a cow there wasnt a cow in the barn. They were all gone. So she went to the nearest neighbor to tell him what happened and he went to get some more help to look for the cattle, and they found them all dead. I had lost all my cattle but God had spared my life. The weather was so bad that it was two weeks before the doctor came down. The splints had worked down and made a deep sore on my foot. The doctor was more concerned about the sore on my foot than he was about my broken leg. The doctor said my leg had regrown crooked and had to be rebroken and set straight. The doctor had two men with him and one of the neighbors was there to visit me. The doctor had one of the men lay across my chest and hold my arms and the other two held my legs so I couldnt move as he didnt have anything to put me under with. Then he rebroke the bone and set the leg again. And my leg turned out to be straight as could be. He gave me some good salve that healed the sore on my foot. He was a very good French doctor that had just recently come to Kimball. I am nearly 80 years old as I am writing of my experiences. I was born in Stavanger, Norway in 1855 and came to Kimball, April 28, 1883 and settled on the prairie 18 miles southeast of Kimball. I lived there until 1908 when we moved to Platte.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 15:30:00 +0000
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