He died the next morning.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

It was a great blow to all of the family, and especially to father who seemed to be almost heart broken over it.
Father had been greatly disappointed at the failure of his California expedition, and still desired to move to some new country.

The death of Samuel no doubt increased this desire, and he determined to emigrate.
Accordingly, early in the spring of 1852, he disposed of his farm, and late in March we took our departure for Kansas, which was then an unsettled territory.

Our outfit consisted of one carriage, three wagons and some fine blooded horses.

The carriage was occupied by my mother and sisters.