Note -- the following was told by my mother that happened in Kansas in the spring of 1885.
It had been a warm day but toward evening black clouds bean to roll up in the northwest. In the night there was a cloudburst at the head of Medicine River and the water came down Elm Creek -- 5 feet -- in a roll sweeping everything before it. The back water rose two feet in our house. The first we knew of the flood was when the water was even with our beds when we woke up.
One neighbor's family just one mile above us was all drowned and all that was left of the house was the floor. We had to leave the house and climb a hill back of the house. The hunt for the drowned began the next morning. I helped find four of my classmates. After hunting five days the father of these children was found buried in the sand, all except his hand.
My father lost 40 head of
fine cattle and his farm was ruined but we did not complain because we were
thankful none of us had drowned. April
22, 1885 will be remembered as a day of great sorrow.