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Judging from the streets, the Negroes must be half the population of this frontier town.
Not a single Chickasaw or Choctaw can be seen.
No Redskin lives at Denison; yet Denison is something more than a dep6t for Fort Sill and a refuge for emancipated slaves.
It is a camp of enemies to the Red man.
Before we had been ten days in America, a gentleman in a Potomac steamer, seeing me mark some passages in a morning paper, with a view to future use, came up and said to me:
“ Guess you're a correspondent of the New York press?”
“No, sir; I am a visitor from the old country.”
“ Ha! an Englishman!
You know Ulysses S. Grant?”
“I have that privilege.”
“Guess you can tell me what he is going to do with the Indians?
I'm Texas-born, and represent the Spread Eagle; guess you've heard of the Spread Eagle? No!
That's strange.
Well, I've come out East to learn what the President means to do with the Indian territory.
If he is going to open up the country, we are ready at the gates.
All Denison ”
1875.
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