More from Mr. Ten Kate,
“Travels and Researches in Native North America, 1882-1883…November 9th, with a sigh of relief, I turned my back on Dallas. Therewith I set out on the last leg of my journey: a visit to several of the civilized nations of the Indian Territory.
The train passes through rolling prairie land, alternating with corn and cotton fields and oak forests, past the little towns of McKinney, Sherman, and Denison and some other little hamlets along the route. Roughly a mile above the last-mentioned place, the train crosses the Red River, which here flows between high banks of whitish limestone and provides a stark but lovely contrast with its red waters emerging from the west and with its forests, resplendent in their autumn garb, along the bank. So we have reached the Indian Territory once more. The variegated magnificent dense forest continues up to a short distance before Caddo, my destination. In its trees, evocative of the centuries, which are entwined by climbing plants, the moist foliage rustles over the tall grass of the abruptly undulating prairie. In Dallas everything was a harbinger of summer: over there a warm sun, which from a fixed, blue sky cast its glow on the green oak trees, here a fine whitish cloud, suspended above the multicolored forests like a diaphanous veil, beckoning toward autumn.
Colbert, Durant, and Armstrong- three stations- are likewise so many tiny, isolated hamlets of log cabins. Around 1:30pm I step off the train in Caddo and have thus reached one of the most important places in the land of the Choctaw Indians."