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O bury me not on the lone prairie... Where the wild coyote will howl o'er me... Where the buffalo roams the prairie sea ... O bury me not on the lone prairie"!........................ "It makes no difference, so I've been told.. Where the body lies when life grows cold.. But grant, I pray, one wish to me.. O bury me not on the lone prairie" ............................................... This reminded me of the old western/cowboy song of which I posted two of the verses above. I discovered this graveyard while out driving in the country last weekend. It was first started in 1873 by Irish settlers. The historical marker at the graveyard gave the following sad story called The Foster Family Tragedy. The Fosters lived in a sod house near where the cemetary is now. Six of their nine children shared another sod house. On a unusually warm morning on Jan. 7,1873, two of the siblings (a boy 14 and a girl 12) left lightly dressed to go check traps at a creek about 1/2 mile away. Without warning they were suddenly overtaken by a ferocious blizzard. Blinded & disoriented, they lost their way and came upon an old shanty several miles away from where they should have been. Well, the blizzard lasted three days and the children perished. It was several weeks before anyone found them. The children were the first to be buried here. I imagine there are lots of stories like this, which reminds us of just how hard times the first settlers faced, and yet managed to go on.