...River city is not even a ghost of a city, with imaginary squares and roads, like those unborn paradises on the Bay of San Francisco, which are waiting for the good time. As yet the Chickasaws and Choctaw s lie too near. In time a town may look across Red River into the Chickasaw country, but the time will not arrive until the Redskins shall have ceased to live in tribes, to hold their lands in commo...