uire no further, but on turning to the current sheet my eyes rest on a paragraph which explains the matter.
Granville McPherson appears to be editor of the Star, and Granville McPherson was at Fort Washita last week, on his wedding trip.
These fGranville McPherson was at Fort Washita last week, on his wedding trip.
These facts I find announced to the people of Caddo, and to all the happy hunting-fields between Red River and Limestone Gap:
When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for the editor of a public journal to chronicle to an anxious and wadmit.
Adhering to this principle, we will simply say that on the eighteenth instant, at Fort Washita, C. N. Granville McPherson, of the Indian Territory, and Mrs. Lydia Star Hunter, of Oskaloosa, were united in the holy bonds of matrimony Well, s
Strange tilings will happen!
Yes, strange things indeed.
To gain a right of settlement in the Choctaw country, Granville McPherson should have taken to himself a Choctaw bride, instead of whom he has married irs. Star Hunter, of Oskaloosa, Iowa.
though they are weighted by their savage blood.
They start well, for their father is, in almost every case, a White.
On crossing from the Creek country to the Choctaw country, by way of the Canadian river, we arrive at a store and mill, kept by a brave Scot, named McAlister.
A rolling prairie spreads around, with pines and cedars on the heights, and rivulets trickling here and there.
McAlister came into the Indian land by chance.
The country pleased him, and, unlike his countryman, McPherson, of Caddo, he settled down legally on the soil by taking a Choctaw wife, and getting himself adopted by the tribe.
McAlister, like a brave Scot, has bought and sold, scraped and saved.
From flour to whisky, everything that an Indian wants to buy, McAlister has to sell.
By adding field to field, and farm to farm, McAlister is getting nearly all the land of this Prairie into his own hands.
In time his ranch will be a town; that town will bear his name.
These White intruders have no