CHAPTER XXIV

"AND THE CROWDS DID COME." THE PRAIRIE FIRE

The registration opened at twelve o'clock Monday morning. Seven trains

during the night before had brought something like seven thousand

people. Of this number about two thousand got off at Megory, and the

remainder went on through to Calias. The big opening was on, and the bid

for patronage made the relations between the towns more bitter than

ever.

After the first few days, however, the crowds, with the exception of a

few hundred, daily went on through to Calias and did not heed the cat

calls and uncomplimentary remarks from the railway platform at Megory.

Among these remarks flung at the crowded trains were: "Go on to Calias

and buy a drink of water", "Go on to Calias and pay a dime for the water

to wash your face"--water was one of Calias's scarcities, as will be

seen later. However, this failed to detract the crowd.

The C. & R.W. put on fifteen regular trains daily, and the little single

track, unballasted and squirmy, was very unsafe to ride over and the

crowded trains had to run very slowly on this account. Because of the

fact that it was difficult to find adequate side tracking, it took two

full days to make the trip from Omaha to Calias and return.

All the day and night the "toot, toot" of the locomotives could be heard

and the sound seemed to make the country seem very old indeed. Megory's

brass band--organized for the purpose--undaunted, continued to play

frantically at the depot to try to induce the crowded trains to unload a

greater share, but to no avail, although the cars were stuffed like

sandwiches.

Those times in Calias were long to be remembered. As the trains

disgorged the thousands daily it seemed impossible that the little city

could care for such crowds. The sidewalks were crowded from morn till

night. The registration booths and the saloons never closed and more

automobiles than I had ever seen in a country town up to that time,

roared, and with their clattering noise, took the people hurriedly

across the reservation to the west.

Along toward the close of the opening a prairie fire driven by a strong

west wind raced across Tipp county in a straight line for Calias.

Although fire guards sixty feet wide had been burned along the west side

of the town, it soon became apparent that the fire would leap them and

enter the town, unless some unusual effort on the part of the citizens

was made to stop it.

It was late in the afternoon and as seems always the case, a fire will

cause the wind to rise, and it rose until the blaze shut out the western

horizon. It seemed the entire world to the west was afire.

Ten thousand people, lost in sight-seeing, gambling and revelry, all of

a sudden became aware of the approaching danger, and began a rush for

safety. To the north, south, and east of the town the lands were under

cultivation, therefore, a safe place from the fire that now threatened

the town. All business was suspended, registration ceased, and the huge

cans containing more than one hundred thousand applications for lands,

were loaded on drays and taken into the country and deposited in the

center of a large plowed field, for safety. The gamblers put their gains

into sacks and joined the surging masses, and with grips got from the

numerous check rooms, all the people fled like stampeding cattle to a

position to the north of town which was protected by a corn field on the

west.

Ernest Nicholson, leading the business men and property owners, bravely

fought the oncoming disaster. The chemical engine and water hose were

rushed forward but were as pins under the drivers of a locomotive. The

water from the hose ran weakly for a few minutes and then with a blowing

as of an empty faucet, petered out from lack of water. The strong wind

blew the chemical into the air and it proved as useless. The fire

entered the city. One house, a magnificent residence, was soon enveloped

in flames, which spread to another, and still to another.

The thousands of people huddled on a bare spot, but safe, watched the

minature city of one year and the gate-way to the homesteads of the next

county, disappear in flames.

Megoryites, seeing the danger threatening her hated rival five miles

away, called for volunteers who readily responded and formed bucket

brigades, loaded barrels into wagons, filled them with water and burned

the roads in the hurry-up call to the apparently doomed city.

I could see the fire from where I was harvesting flax ten miles away,

and the cloud of smoke, with the little city lying silent before, it

reminded me of a picture of Pompeii before Vesuvius. It looked as if

Calias were lost. Then, like a miracle, the wind quieted down, changed,

and in less than twenty minutes was blowing a gale from the east,

starting the fire back over the ground over which it had burned. There

it sputtered, flickered, and with a few sparks went out, just as L.A.

Bell pulled onto the scene with lathered and bloody eyed mules drawing a

tank of Megory's water, and was told by the Nicholson Brothers--who were

said to resemble Mississippi steamboat roustabouts on a hot day--that

Calias didn't need their water.

Following the day of the high wind which brought the prairie fire that

so badly frightened the people of the town, the change of the wind to

the east brought rain, and about two hundred automobiles that had been

carrying people over Tipp county into the town. I remember the crowds

but have no idea now many people there were, but that it looked more

like the crowds on Broadway or State street on a busy day than Main

Street in a burg of the prairie. This was the afternoon of the drawing

and a woman drew number one, while here and there in the crowd that

filled the street before the registration, exclamations of surprise and

delight went up from different fortunates hearing their names called,

drawing a lucky number. I felt rather bewildered by so much excitement

and metropolitanism where hardly two years before I had hauled one of

the first loads of lumber on the ground to start the town. I could not

help but feel that the world moved swiftly, and that I was living, not

in a wilderness--as stated in some of the letters I had received from

colored friends in reply to my letter that informed them of the

opening--but in the midst of advancement and action.

When the drawing was over and the crowds had gone, it was found that the

greatest crowds had registered--not at Calias--but at a town just south,

in Nebraska, which received forty-five thousand while Calias came second

with forty-three thousand and Megory only received seven thousand,

something like one hundred fifteen thousand in all having applied.

The hotels in Calias had charged one dollar the person and some of the

large ones had made small fortunes, while the saloons were said to have

averaged over one thousand dollars a day.

After the opening, land sold like hot hamburger sandwiches had a few

weeks before.

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