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NEAR OLD GRANADA
—Mrs. W. S. Sheffield from Savannah
paid her son Orin a visit this week.
—Mr. J. J. Nolon has had a squad of
boys cutting hay at the Walker place
this week.
—Dr. J. A. Price came out and vaccin
ated all the new boys who had not had
all their vaccine.
—Harvey Dixon was paroled to his
home in Augusta, Ga. this week and
we were glad to see him go.
—Mr. W. L. Hodges has had a
squad of boys grading and back
filling on the ditch for the sewerage
system.
—The boys that receivd boxes from
home last week are Bill Salter, Tracey
Fulcher, Eugene Heckle, Grady Nunn,
Sam Rudd and Weston Bryan.
—Mr. W. R. Wright of Augusta, Ga.
paid the Institution a visit this week,
taking back with him his son Walter
Wright and we hope he will make
good
—We received a visit from Mr. E. Y.
Walker Jr. Mr. J. F. Walker, Mr. A. L.
Loyd, Mr. C. E. Loyd from Willard,
Ga. and Mr. W. D. Loyd, from Mans
field, Ga.
—Judge R. E. Davison accompained
by Captain J. E. Smith and Superintend
ent J. M. Burke of the State Prison Farm
made a business trip to the Institution
this week.
—We received four new boys this
week. Earl Sherman, from Fairburn,
Ga. Asvell Goins, from Griffin, Ga.
Raleigh Diamond and Gus Leslie from
Savannah.
—The school room squad is keep
ing very busy these days, and they
sure do appreciate having plenty of
good blackboards and they have copied
nearly everything in the book.
Mr. Edgar l.ovvorn has been helping
us out in the printshop which joins
his school room, and he has given us
two new boys to learn the printing trade
and we hope they will make good at
it.
—We received a visit from Mr. M. C.
Harrington from Milledgeville, Ca.
Mrs. G. E. Harrington, and daughter
from Atlanta, Ga. Miss Marion Whit-
^ taker, of Milledgeville, Ga. also
' Mr. Ralph Jones from Atlanta, Ga.
—We received the window guards for
the third story Thursday and Mr. E. B.
Cochran has had a squad of boys put
ting them in this week and we hope
they will finish them soon so as we
can move into the new dormitories.
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The Indurtrial School Magazine
Golden. Colo.
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One of the most important stat
ions on the old Santa Fe r r ail was
Fort Aubrey, a clutter of five or six
adobe structures which years
ago with the relentless wrenching
of civilization, striking down as
it does, all the dear landmarks in
its cruel tread. In the middle sixties
when the famous.old route was in
the zenith of its unparalleled glory,
James Anderson and Walter
Stickney, two enterprising fdllowv,
fresh from tlie east, came along
and set up a hotel at the Aubrey
crossing of the Arkansas, a few
miles we>t of Choteau island and
not far from the present town of
Garnada in Prowers county.
The money they made catering
to the appetites and thirsts ol the
great hungry horde passing over
the trail on its ebb and tl >w like
the tides of the ocean will never be
known for they kept no accounts
and it made no difference anyway
far we bad no banks in those days
and a man’s credit, if he needed
any, was bound up in his personal
honor. One day as the wings of
the morning came slanting softly
in over the eastern rim of the sand
bills, Walter Stickney saw a stray
calf out on the range a mile or so
from t be fort and desiring to possess
such fine makings for a good dinner
saddled his pony ana sallied forth
to rope the poor little thing.
•‘You had better look out for
Injuns,” admonished Mark Fro'-t.
station master at Fort Aubrey, but
the warning was unheeded by the
gallant Stickney who said he
guessed he knew all about Injuns
and there wasn't a band o! them
wi’hin a hundred miles. Wise men
are often the victims of their own
folly and Stickney was just brash
enough to defy toe devil when it
came to a scrap at close range. He
roped the dear little cri'ter deserted
there on the lone prairie and was
coaxing it along gently, like, so as
not to give it too great a jolt, when
■suddenly from out of a close-by
arroya in regular Indian fashion
there arose like so many ghosts in
the gloaming a party of Kiowa
bucks under White Horse.
They lei our a, yell as long as a
telegraph line and began throwing
in their arrows wi*h that lightning
rapidity which the white men could
never understand. It was a perfect
hail ot winged shafts from twang
ing bows and Stickney, whose
motto was never to sav die nor lie
down in the middle of the pike,
spurred up the ponv and sailed away
for the settlement as lively as a
humming bird seeking its lady
love. He forgot all about the poor
little calf bitched at the other end
of his lariat and came tearing on
like a hat out of Hades, the dim
inutive boefus trailing along behind
like the traditional tail of Little
Bopeep’s unhappy sheep. Little
calfy had its neck brokjn at the
first jump and Stickney. never
thinking of anything but his, own
precious scalp, came bowling on
dragging the carcass clear into camp
without knowing that he hid a
dead passenger on behind.
‘•W! >V didn’t you cut the rope?”
ttsked 'Bill Sullivan, w ho like the
father ot the prodigal son witnessed
the performance from a far
“Oh,” replied the truthful Stick
ney. “1 knew them Injuns were
just starving for a calf dead or alive
and I didn’t want them to have it
alter playing such a trick on me.”
“ vVas that it?” broke in the old
stage driver, Sandhill George Cur
rier, as he pulled out his old butch
er knife, cut the calf’s throat and
proceeded to skin it “You bet
Curly will give us a good dinner to
day” and she did while Wal er
Stickney was hero that dav. Sand
hill George however had to butt in
on the joy of the occasion by brag
ging about himself as an Indian
fighter.
“(jive me.” he said, “a gunny
sack lull ol buchshot and an "hi
musket and 1 will clean out evt rv
Injun on \I e plains."
He may have meant what hesiid
j but nohodv believed him fur lie was
always shooting the head of the
I bovine herd and hitting no tiling
more warlike than a prairie dog
tan You Imagine A Time Wjiep TK* Future CJtije* Wilt ^ \ THm?? 1 P»*t? ***•
