Miss Jean C. Slauson (Oswego, Oregon)
"Early in January, 1853, came a heavy fall of snow. The white drifts piled high, and the two remaining oxen from the long trip across the plains were without shelter. During two of the worst nights, the shivering animals were taken into, and shared the cabin with, the rest of the family. Later, a cover for each of the oxen was improvised from out the tattered wagon cover. With this protection, and the daily lopping of boughs for browsing, the cattle came bravely through the winter. There were five months of this isolation, with the daily bill of fare bread, tea and molasses. One day the husband borrowed a gun and killed two grouse, and then a real, live woman came trudging through the damp forest from five miles away, bringing with her as a neighborly offering, a piece of bacon and a small pail of milk. That was a red letter day."