Mr. Frey came out the day after the second storm and set our mantles. He looked upon the storm as a big joke. He could not believe that had the wind been as furious as we described our pile of greasewood roots and kindlings could have remained.
Mrs. Lynch had a dreadful time over her library. The window was broken in so the storm had full sway and the sand was piled thick in the corners of the room. From out of the sand she took books, surveying instruments, letters, etc. The books were blown open and filled with dust so that between every leaf the dust had to be brushed and blown out and then the books would not close nicely. They had a beautiful edition of Scott which is almost ruined. The sand had worn off the gilt edge and injured the binding. Pictures were blown down and torn to pieces. The Lynch’s themselves spent the night in their concrete milk house, and in getting there Mrs. Lynch was blown down, and for a time actually lost. But finally Mr. Lynch found her, and they found the milk house which was only a few yards from the house but it was so dark with sand that one could see nothing. The night we went to the Petsch’s, they went to an underground tunnel. One of their piazza posts has all the pith blown out, nothing is left but the fiber.
This is the final installment about the wind storm.
There is nothing written about Christmas 1887. Tomorrow; the next entry dated January 16th 1888.