Buffalo hunt during severe winter leaves one hunter with frozen fingers.
In November 1872, when I was three months old, my parents came to Kansas in a covered wagon from Iowa. Father often left home on a buffalo hunt. The best hunting ground was where Pratt now stands.
Several men went during a very severe winter, and one man froze his fingers so bad his wife had to amputate the ends of two or three of them herself. There was no doctor in miles.
They would skin the buffalo and cut out the choice meat from the hind quarters to bring home. They took the hides to Hutchinson and sold them for $1. Father would bring home enough supplies to last and then he would be out on the range again.
My mother was 27 years old and had three children. I've heard her tell how my brother and sister would sit on a box (we had no chairs) with their feet in the oven. They would burn the toes of their shoes and their heels would still be cold! She said they could look out the cracks of the house on a moonlight night and see coyotes sitting in the snow.
Mrs. Z. Smith
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