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Thursday Mar 31 Weather pleasant. Uncle Dan is a namesake of the farmer where we stayed last night, and stayed at the same place 9 years ago, while on his way to California and one of the sons of the farmer joined the company and went across the plains with them, Uncle Dan would have renewed his aquaintance only for what happened last night. The old farmer wished to sell us hay by the 100 pound and guess it off himself and after throwing down a pile off the stack he got down measured the distance across and the height by a mark on his pitchfork and pronounced it a 100 pounds --