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A near blizzard howled through the John Day Valley in Eastern Oregon.

Fine snow sifted through the cracks around the windows of the board-and-batten ranch house.

Homemade curtains were tacked to the windowsills to keep everything inside snug and warm.

In the corner of the kitchen a hot fire burned in the iron cook-stove, and the old black iron teakettle hummed as the steam from its spout drifted almost to the ceiling.