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Updated: September 14, 2025
Incessantly came the chip-chip-cluck of ground squirrels, the saucy bark of the grays, and great chirruping among the "boomers," which had ceased swearing and were hard at work. Far off on my left a rifle cracked. I pricked up and listened intently, but there was never a yelp from a dog.
And in a few words he told of his father's disappearance and of the search being made to find him. "I sincerely trust he is safe," said Nellie when he had concluded. "I presume you want to resume your search. Do not let me detain you. If you are among the boomers we will certainly meet again," and she held out her hand. "Do you feel safe enough to find the camp alone?" he asked.
The mentioning of a cave in the mountains made Pawnee Brown curious. Did Yellow Elk have such a hiding place? Where was it located, and was the Indian chief its only user? "Perhaps some more of these reds have broken loose," he thought. "I would like to investigate. Who knows but what the cavalrymen are after them and not the boomers, as Dan Gilbert imagined."
As soon as the rush into Oklahoma was over my father was going to get your uncle to locate a certain mine claim in the West for him a claim that belongs to us, but which can't be located very easily, it seems." "And where is my uncle now?" demanded Nellie Winthrop. "At the boomers' camp, I suppose. You see," went on Dick, his face falling, "there is something wrong afoot."
I've heard yer father go on in his sleep, and war talkin' ter Pawnee Brown about it. An' Pawnee knows this air Vorlange. The two air enemies from school days. Pawnee said Vorlange wasn't squar nohow!" "He is evidently in the employ of the government." "Yes; a land-office spy, now workin' ag'in the boomers fer the cavalry as intends ter keep us out of Oklahoma."
Gledware got to be important in the tribe; he made himself one of them, and they thought him greater than their own chief. At the end of a few years, there was the great agitation over the boomers coming to the Oklahoma country, and much talk of the land being thrown open. The Indians didn't want it done, and they joined together to send some one to Washington to address congress on the subject.
It looked like land where stuff might be grown with irrigation, inspiration, intensity of application, and undying hope. And the locaters and town-site boomers led their customers around to the hydrant and pointed to the sprouting oats. "Spill a little water on this land and it's got Egypt skinned," they said.
In the neighborhood of Arkansas City, particularly, there were large settlements of boomers, who from time to time made efforts to enter the promised land in advance of the proclamation, only to be turned back by the soldiers who were guarding every trail.
He thought of Nellie Winthrop and of Rasco, and wondered what had become of uncle and niece. He did not want to wait, feeling it was important to get back to the boomers' camp, but there was no help for it, and he remained where he was. Fifteen minutes went by and no sound broke the stillness saving that of the water in the brook as it flowed down over a series of rocks.
Before daylight on the morning of the opening, the approaches of the railway station at Arkansas City were blocked with masses of humanity, and every train was thronged with town boomers, or with people in search of free land or town lots.
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