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Updated: June 23, 2025
He said that the Iowa man told him that prices were just now lower in Quindaro than they had ever been in Parkville. "Quindaro?" said Oscar, musingly; "why, that must be an Indian name, feminine Indian name, too, unless I miss my guess." Mr. Bryant had heard of Quindaro.
For Charlie had made a study of the reports from the Promised Land. But a more pressing matter was the attitude of the border-State men toward the free-State emigrants, and the question of making the necessary purchases for their farming scheme. Parkville was all alive with people, and there were many border-State men among them.
"Here are my tickets, and I'm going across this ferry right off, caouws or no caouws!" And he went. Even at Parkville, where there was very little difficulty in crossing, as compared with what there had been earlier in the struggle for Kansas, they were advised by discreet friends and sympathizers to be on the lookout for opposition.
An election of some sort, the newcomers could not exactly make out what, was to take place in a day or two, and the Missourians whom they had seen flocking into Parkville were ready to vote as soon as they got into the Territory. Breakfast over, the boys sauntered around through the camps, viewing the novel sights with vast amusement.
The wagon was exchanged for another, suitable for oxen. The immigrants drove gayly into Parkville. They were in sight of the Promised Land. The Big Muddy, as Missourians affectionately call the turbid stream that gives name to their State, rolled sluggishly between the Parkville shore and the low banks fringed with cottonwoods that were the eastern boundary of Kansas.
The straggling, unkempt, and forlorn town of Parkville, Missouri, was crowded with strangers when the emigrants arrived there after a long and toilsome drive through Iowa.
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