His remains were interred near their new home, but later were moved to Blair, Nebraska, and now rest in the family lot in the cemetery of that place.

The autumn of 1884 found a few families and business houses at the old town on White river near what is now Dakota Junction. These people existed there through the most severe winter that the oldest settlers have experienced in this country. The snow was so deep that travel with any conveyance was impossible.

Stage lines were tied up, and no mails could get through. Canyons and valleys over the entire country were filled with snow. Chadron creek, Deadhorse, and Ash creeks were completely covered. The snow was so deep above them and beaten so solid, that, when travel became possible, heavy freight outfits passed over on the snow as if there had been no creeks. There were scarcely supplies sufficient to feed the little bunch of people that had staked their destiny in this new Eldorado. There was no outside communication for weeks and weeks until a purse was made up and a man engaged to walk to Fort Robinson and bring up the mail. The journey was made, so we are informed, on snow shoes, and the mail bag brought to Old Chadron packed on the back of the carrier. Four days were required to make the trip. Exsheriff Wendall A. Birdsall, was one of the number who spent that strenuous winter at the old town and informed the writer that he made two trips to Fort Robinson and back on foot.