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Updated: May 15, 2025
We sent the balance of them to be set, some in Presho, some in Pierre, got them back by stage, and The Wand, despite fire and all other obstacles, went on with its work a few days late, strictly a proof sheet, but without lapse of publication. And Ida Mary kept things going, conserving her strength as well as she could, with Imbert and Ma Wagor helping.
We could not afford to lose our claim, so I concentrated on my Land Office business. As usual, something happened. I was sitting in the private office of the United States Land Commissioner in Presho when a man walked into the front office and put a contest on a piece of land.
Presho was sending out word vehemently denying the reports that an epidemic of black smallpox had broken out there. Men representing everything from flop tents to locating agents boarded trains en route, trying to persuade the seekers to register at their respective towns.
We raced the horses ahead of the storm for a mile or two, but it was upon us by the time we reached Margaret Houlihan's. And there was not an extra joint of pipe on the place probably not one on the reservation, which meant that we would not be able to build a fire in the house until we could go to Presho or the state capital for a joint.
Or that the government might not want to put a post office on my homestead just to be obliging. But once a person has learned to master difficulties as they come up, he begins to feel he can handle anything; so Ida took her final proof receipt to a loan office in Presho. "How much can I borrow on this?" she asked, handing it to the agent. "Oh, about eight hundred dollars." "That isn't enough.
One day one would see the Senator ride past in his big automobile, and the next day his wife would go by, riding on the floor of the wagon on the way to the reservation to visit her relatives. "I stopped in to see if you wanted to go to the county division meeting tomorrow at Presho," Senator Phillips said. "It's a rather important matter to the settlers.
She loved having people around her, and her curiosity about them all was insatiable. Ida or I generally made the mail trip. The heavy labor we hired done when we could, but many times we hitched the team to the big lumber wagon and drove to Presho to bring out our own load of goods, including barrels of coal-oil and gasoline for automobiles, for there were quite a few cars on the reservation.
The voyagers were now near the lower portion of what is now known as South Dakota, and they camped in territory embraced in the county of Presho. Here they were forced to send out their hunters; their stock of meat was nearly exhausted. The hunters returned empty-handed.
I made the trip from Presho to Ammons in record time, raced into the post office and filled out a legal form with the numbers I had heard through the thin wall. But I needed someone not already holding a claim to sign it, and there wasn't a soul at the settlement who would do.
They must be in the paper the following day to go through the five weeks' publication before the date set at the Land Office. During those scorching weeks their days were taken up by hauling water and caring for things at home. With those urgent night calls we did not stick a gun out as had the Presho banker. We were not greatly perturbed about the possibility of anyone robbing us.
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