The Green Forest tribune., 1893-10-12
NEWS FROM THE STRIP.
UNCLE JOE REMEmBERs TIE TRlBUNE,s
READERS WlTAA COMMUNICATION.
The City Of Perry, and Hor Rapid Growth
E'cney Doesn't Grow on Bushes There.
Special Correspondence to THE TRIBUNE.

Special Correspondence to THE TmBuSE.
PERRY, 0. T., Oct. THE great rush
has come and gone, and it is lonesome.
l love excitement; there is faseip,
alton about it as there was to me il
war.
1 would like to see three times as
many people camped around here. Yes.
ninety thousand would be Cheerful.
sight to me. The city is three weeks
old now.
We have had several showers and IT,
dust sticks to mother earth. Not s.,
three weeks ago, There amid the rus!l
it was dangerous for footmon.
many dashing horsemen, frey steeaa
and wagons rushing rapidly amid the
dense clouds of moving sand which re-
sembles the Cinoccoeo of the Nubian
Desert. Your correspondent had l.,
hug stake or bush many time, or
woe was me.
On the line at Orlando United States
Marshal was run over and tramped t.
death by siding his horse instead o:
heading straight to the front,
In that memorable charge of the
strippers at Orlando, the horseman'
fate, unless cautious, was some wha
like that Of Napoleon's detachment oH
troopers who, by mistake and tl..
smoke and dust, shot across the from
of Mier at Borodeno
Things are getting righted up gradu
ally and soon, perhaps, We will have
only one dead man at breakfast time
instead Of two or more. Good Gnrist
ian ministers and deacons whose heart
yearn for their fellow men ought by al.
means to have been here from the e, :.
efthe l6th-~ult. to this time or longa?.
to observe the intensity and beauty q
human nature when turned loose o.,
the prairies, or man in his wild natur-
At the time there was no law or sem
blance of law. Men appeared like
demons in almost unbridled reyelr1.
mingled with business rush-a car.
less throng from all over the country.
Some four hundred carpenters are 3
work here every day and Sunday, to,
1t doesn't look exactly. permanent
these rushed-up shingle rooted house.
fire or two, however, will clean then
out and perhaps better buildings wis
take their places.
Some forty saloons are here, and
real estate and lawyers Offices loom u.
everywhere like head stones in Pct.
ter's field
Water is still scarce and the bubblin1
springs of Eureka and Carroll are the
nightly dreams Of the thirsty Arkaa-
sans.
Idle men are everywhere about the
streets, and alas money does not gro1.
on every bush in the famous Strip
Health appears to be good. Perhaps 3.
campers life, rough and tumble, ask
ing no favors and granting none, is {.
good and sanitary existance for the
average man. Winds oh, how inces
sanity they blow. Somewhere dowr
in the Panhandle of Texas, somebods
or something is Matching up these
breezes for us.
stepped ont from among the count
less booths surrounding the Land Office
onto the big so foot street South, lasl
night at 8 O'Clock. A preacher was
appealing to the crowd in thunder
tones; corn doctor vociferated furi-
ously hundred feet away. "Hot to-
molies;" ''fresh roasted peanuts;'
"bananas," rang out III countless places
while great crowds poured in and out
of the saloons. Music, sweet in some
instances, waited about as if angelic
voices whispered in this, for the time
being, hell's quarter section. More
anon. UNCLE JOE.