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But even willingness to compromise sometimes did not save the peaceful settler. At Alfred, a little station north of Guthrie, a Kansas rusher named Stevens tried to persuade two other claimants to share the land until the authorities could sort out its ownership. But lead outweighed reason, and Stevens died in his wife's arms with a bullet through his lungs.


Oklahoma Land Rush - Alva, OK - 10 feet x 60 feet.
This mural was completed in 1998 in Alva, Oklahoma, and depicts the opening of Indian territory to settlers.


Legendary U.S. Marshal Heck Thomas, who already had arrested two murderers, galloped after Stevens' killers, but they had left the territory at a high lope. And even as Thomas carried on his futile chase, another man died in Oklahoma City in a claim dispute. Again, the killer escaped.

Thomas and the rest of the handful of lawmen did their best, sweeping up herds of thieves, whiskey-sellers and other parasites for the federal courts at Muskogee and Paris, Texas. Their number was legion: the Muskogee docket for June 1889 listed 186 cases.

Some of the rushers claimed their land in spectacular fashion. Nanitta Daisey, a tiny, pistol-packing Kentuckian, left Edmond Station riding on the cowcatcher of a trainload of rushers. Nanitta, sometime reporter for the Dallas Morning News, jumped from the slow-moving train some two miles north of Edmond, ran to her chosen plot, planted her stakes and fired her pistol into the air in celebration. Then she scurried back to the train to the cheering of the passengers, to be pulled aboard the last car by a fellow News reporter.

The first trains disgorged great mobs of rushers, who scattered in all directions like ants from a smashed anthill, none of them having any idea which way or how far to go. Guthrie was a seething hive of people, who found some 500 of the best lots already claimed by Sooners. Nevertheless, many did find town lots, among them a Louisiana black man in his 60s, and two Arkansas City widows seeking a new life.


Holding Down A Lot In Guthrie. By C. P. Rich, ca. 1889.


Others instantly turned to commerce, including those enterprising souls who sold thirsty rushers muddy creek water at a nickel a glass. For a dime the parched pilgrim could buy the same dirty water enriched by a little sugar and whiskey. Down at Guthrie, a gambler-turned-entrepreneur took over the Santa Fe water tank, the only source of ready water in town, clutching a tin cup and a Colt and prepared to charge all comers for a drink. He changed his mind only when the Cavalry appeared and invited him to depart.

Makeshift stores sprang up everywhere, and restaurants appeared magically, at least one of them run from the bed of a wagon. By the afternoon of the 22nd, banks opened in both Guthrie and Oklahoma City. Many more would follow, and many of those would fail.

By the morning of the 23rd the empty lands were peopled. At Guthrie a speck on the prairie had become, overnight, a city of some 10,000 persons, living in 500 or so shanties and a forest of tents. Some enterprising rushers had brought in entire buildings by wagon, all pre-cut and ready for assembly. All over the territory new towns appeared like toadstools after a rain: Norman, El Reno, Edmond, Oklahoma City.

By mid-June, Oklahoma City would have some 6,000 inhabitants, including "53 physicians, 97 lawyers, 47 barbers, 28 surveyors, 29 real estate agents, 11 dentists, [and] 2 lightning rod men..."


Oklahoma City -April 29, 1889 Seven Days After the Land Run of 1889


The U.S. land offices were mobbed, both in Kingfisher and in Guthrie. Monstrous lines appeared instantly outside both, as men stood, usually for days, to register their land. Some enterprising people stood in line just to sell their places.

The baggage office wrestled manfully with a gigantic pile of thousands of trunks and other luggage, and in his tent office the lone U.S. postmaster at Guthrie struggled desperately with an ocean of 4,000 to 5,000 pieces of mail.

The telegraph office was equally overwhelmed and had to establish priorities: first place went to government messages; then came the press; ordinary private wires got last place. Only telegrams telling of a death received preferential treatment. Even the press could not get its messages out with speed. Some reporters got Santa Fe trainmen to take their stories to Arkansas City, to be sent from there. Two reporters hired Cheyenne Indian scouts to carry their stories out.

Some rushers found their dreams through some unusual practical arrangements. One young woman from Kentucky found herself stranded in Arkansas City, alone and on foot. There she met a widower with three children and the two struck a bargain. She would care for the children, and he would try to stake a claim. If he succeeded, he would return and they would be married. He did, and they did, and their married life began in a covered wagon in the new land.


Tent City at Guthrie


There would be years of controversy over many of the new claims. There would be much litigation and a great deal of false swearing and bitterness. Bad men would often prevail through perjury and good men lose what they had rightfully claimed. There would be drought and grasshoppers and illness, too. One carper commented that people who came to Oklahoma were like "children who put beans in their noses-- they seem determined on getting the beans put in...but when they had accomplished their purpose, they wished they hadn't done it."

But such Jeremiahs were a tiny minority. Most of the rushers would hold their land, and stay, and build for the future. Private schools sprang up everywhere, and the first public school opened in Guthrie in mid-October. Church and women's organizations quickly brought a veneer of civilization, and commercial and lodge associations were not far behind.

The foundation had been laid for a state, and today "Sooner" is the state's nickname, and the official title of the University of Oklahoma's athletic teams. Thus the name's bad connotation has been buried in the past, along with a time when anyone with a fast horse and a quick gun could grab a piece of Oklahoma.


3 posted on 02/23/2005 9:45:15 PM PST by SAMWolf (I came. I saw. I stole your tagline.)
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4 posted on 02/23/2005 9:45:38 PM PST by SAMWolf (I came. I saw. I stole your tagline.)
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Reading this posting, I got that peculiar corkscrew feeling one often gets when they recognize places being described that they can relate to on a personal level: not just the normal "I've been there!" exclamation, but the "I've lived there!" out-loud shout.

Darlington? I attended Darlington Elementary School. Ft. Reno? When I was a kid I could glance from my second-story bedroom windows and just be able to make out, during the winter when the trees where barren of leaves, the USDA buildings that now occupy the grounds of that former Army outpost in the far distance. El Reno? We grew up there (my wife & I). Kingfisher? My mother-in-law's hometown. Edmond Station? A scant three blocks from where I am typing this is a marker that commemorates the original spot of that train depot.

Thank you for posting this--truly an excellent presentation and overview of the Land Run. Much I read I wasn't aware of, but I recognized almost all of the places mentioned. It really brings the history of my surroundings into focus. Thanks, again.

8 posted on 02/24/2005 12:17:16 AM PST by A Jovial Cad ("I had no shoes and I complained, until I saw a man who had not feet.")
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BTW, I forgot to mention a tie-in to military history that Fort Reno has beyond it's status as a frontier outpost during the Indian Wars/Land Run: German POW's were housed there during WW II. Below is a link to a pretty good overview of the Fort's history, for those interested:

http://www.fortreno.org/

9 posted on 02/24/2005 12:32:24 AM PST by A Jovial Cad ("I had no shoes and I complained, until I saw a man who had not feet.")
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Ironically, a Cherokee lawyer and Confederate veteran, Colonel E.C. Boudinot, was one of the first to urge opening of the two million acres of prime land left unassigned by the 1866 treaties.


EC Boudinot

OKLAHOMA LAND RUSH

The following letter was written by Newton Franklin Locke (born January 13, 1853 in Dallas Co., Alabama; died April 26, 1939 in Miami, Roberts Co., Texas) November 5, 1893, in Mobeetie, Texas to his brother Thomas Jackson Locke (born March 14, 1862 in Orrville, Alabama; died July 2, 1934 in Orrville, Alabama) in Alabama.

Dear Tom,

Your letter of Oct. 13th to hand. I was pleased to hear of all being well. Your letter found us all well, both my family and Matt's. I arrived at home on the 29th from my trip to the Cherokee Strip. I will give you a small sketch of my trip. towit!

Myself and four others left Mobeetie on Sept. 1st and carrying with us 17 head of horses, a mess wagon and 4 mules, plenty beding and provision and a little Hydrophoba Medicine. We traveled for eight days, going through some very pretty country. Passed several Indian reservations, saw them in their natural state in their tepees and villages. Camped among them and they treated us very kindly. And after having a pleasant journey of eight days arrived at Hennesey, our destination. We there week in camp about 4 miles from town and commence preparing our horses for the race on the 18th and while in camp we had a pleasant time. Though the town was so crowded and dusty we visited it only for provision and mail. When the 18th arrived we had our 5 race horses in fine fix, went out to the line and took our places about one hour before starting with twenty thousand people. The line at our point was 14 miles long and at 12 o'clock when the signal sounded, the ground start was made, I looked down the line for an instant and it appeared like a huge serpent moving. it was the most people I ever saw together. The crowd was composed of all nationalities. All classes of men from the gray haired Grand father to the boy of 12 years, dudes, school mamas, bicyclists, and the train with 33 cars and 3 engines was all in the start. You can amagine how I felt mounted on a Texas horse my chances were certainly very few. However myself and comrades rode on together at our usual Texas gate for about 7 mile until we got our horse well heated and covered with foam and as fast as we could. Not to hurt our horses. We then began to get faster, faster, and faster and ere long were passing the multitude very rapidly. Still we rode on recklessly. Finally we came in sight of the US Land Office at the town site of Enid, our destination. We arrived in among say 30 people the first to get there. We had made a fine race and were proud of it. We had beat every thing there ex- Western horses. Kentucky and Missouri race horses not excepted. We made the 18 mile heat in 48 minutes. Not a bad saddle horse time and that too without hurting any of our five horses. I was No. 1 to file in the land office. It was an exciting trip and I enjoyed it very much. I went over the route next day to get our wagon and other horses and could trace the route by dead horses broken buggies and wagons. Some of the prettiest horses I ever saw lay dead. Naturally run to death by not knowing how to ride them. Several people killed and several badly mashed up.

On the evening of the 18th the town of Enid looked like and was a city of tents for every lot was taken and something on it. We all sold our property and prepared to return to our homes for we did not like the country nor the people. Yet Enid will make a city sure. Of all the ground rascals on earth the Strip certainly has a large share. However we all got out safe without any serious difficulty.

Have arrived at home and are satisfied I will have to stop or you will think I am trying my hand on a novel. Mr. Long and myself have formed a copartnership and are doing well. Selling lots of goods. I have closed my cattle all out and am renting my farm so that I can rest easy, make a living and educate my boys. Matt is still best man at Dickerson's, doing very well. Give my love to Mother. Tell her I will write her soon. Tell Bill the big fat rascal to write sometime, love to Aunt. Write soon and tell me all the news.

As ever your brother,

Newt

~~~

The extant land rush is conducted largely in Spanish.

I kept a log of the vehicle descriptions and license plates of the colonias two doors down. Many pages of notebooks.

A long and ever-changing line of cars with out-of-state plates, Mexican plates, pieces of paper taped in the window saying we don't need no stinking plate.

Then the local television news affiliates announced the completion of a joint drug task force investigation arresting two hombres in an apartment visible from here, a wily one who had overseen an extensive network of mules, but escaped back to Mexico ahead of the federales.

Shazam the line of cars disappeared from two doors down.

In the city more Chihuaha plates, its city council vowing no cooperation with immigration authorities, followed by the Albuquerque city council and the New Mexico state legislature.

Canada's Martin announces that he and Peter Jennings will not cooperate with U.S. antiballistic missile defense efforts.

NAFTA has been the shafta.

~~~


Senator Jim Inhofe (R-OK)
Nobody's fool vis a vis national security

Senator Inhofe operates Stryker during Afghanistan land rush

67 posted on 02/24/2005 9:09:32 PM PST by PhilDragoo (Hitlery: das Butch von Buchenvald)
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