The Caddo Star
July 13, 1876
We have appealed in vain to the Choctaw Council for a city government and as a last resort we now suggest that a petition be gotten up for this purpose and sent to Mr. Marston, the Agent. There is no question to our mind, but that he possesses the power to assist us in this respect and if applied to in the proper way we think he would promptly respond to our call. Mr. Marston is a law and order man and we confidently believe would gladly do all in his power to produce this much needed state of affairs in Caddo, or in any other town in the territory.
For the last eight years there has been a standing reward of $1,000 for Sitting Bull’s head offered.
The railroad folks are hard at work constructing a temporary bridge across Red River. The continuous rains are a serious drawback to the rebuilding of the bridge.
Prof. J. M. Harley and family of Tishomingo are spending a few days in Caddo for the benefit of their health.
Cap. B. J. Franklin, the champion of Oklahoma in Congress, has returned to his home in Kansas City and will canvass for re-election.
Mr. Zack Gardiner came down form the Valley this week and reports the wheat crop as turning out only about eight bushels to the acre, but corn is better than ever and cotton promises well unless the continuous rains injure it.
Mrs. Prof. Carroll of Wapanucka Academy came down last week and took the train for Kansas to visit friends. She expects to be gone five or six weeks.
Died: At Lake West, Choctaw Nation, July 4, 1876- Walter B. Johnson, son of Mrs. Ann E. and Capt. Randal J. Johnson, in the 17th year of his age. Young Walter was an unusually bright and promising youth, a dutiful son, a kind and affectionate brother, and was loved not only by his own family, but by all who knew him. The writer of this, having seen so many of his own dear children pass away into the unknown world, can sincerely sympathize with those who now mourn the untimely loss of their darling boy.
The M.K.T. Railroad Company is making almost superhuman effort to repair damages done the track, but the elements seem to have conspired against them. The rains continue and as fast as one wash out is made all right, others are reported. How would this country get along now if it had to go back to ante-railroad times, when we got mail once a week and had to haul all our goods from Ft. Smith?