Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1915-05-16
TRANSFORMATION
TOCOME WITH RAILS
Oil Field, When Tapped
With steel Horses, VIII
BE Born Again.
TENTS TO SCRAP HEAP
DrumIight Will Connect
p With Gushing in a
Few Weeks.


Special to The World
DRUMRIGHT May l5.-The value
Of the new railroad to the Cushing
oil field, with regard to saving time
and money and developing the vast
resources, have been elaborated on so
much already that there is perhaps
nobody in the state who does not know
that the laying Of the lines will mean
great deal, but the unspoakablo
awakening sure TO follow when the
railroad is i'm operation cannot he cN-
agEcratcd,
out along the survey whore the
grading is going on nothing out desc
lation will express the existing condl-
ton The purchased right-ot-Way
passes along through a valley of moth
ing, so far as the surface Is concerned.
purposoly the survey was made TO
avoid as far as possible the gas zone
so the sparks from the engine win Oc-
casion no disaster. a month ago one
with nothing more TO do than pass
that way, might have paused i'm the
middle of clump Of scared grass and
looked about him without seeing much
indication Of life
Along the south end of the right-of-
way the ungainly doodlo-hug sull
comes twice each day TO the top of
his hole to clear away "A few scatter
ing crumbs OF parched earth from the
only window of his humble home,
There on cake Of hardened sand In
the shade of n wild verbena plant he
takes his evening exercise and returns
below the crust, Just as the sullcn sun
disappears and allows the blistercd
landscape to indulge in refreshing
sweat
Scene Changes.
one mile south Of Pemcta the scene
changes Dozens OF husky men and as
many broad -hoofed horses are heaV-
ing the earth, placing ties and laying
steel. The sun is just as hot but the
stiffness is ruined. The rythmical eN-
plosions Of a gasoline engine and the
Intermittent roar Of the cable drum
speak of business. Occasional words
to the horses as they strain under the
burden of a loaded wagon sunk half
20 the hub I'm sand are the only voices
heard. The mighty animals foam
under the harness and snort cruel
crystals of unrefined glass from their
bloody nostrils Horses play a prom
inent part in this work Of tying the
oil field TO outer civilization.
In a few short days long trains of
boxes and tanks will be roaring along
the route and passengers will have an
opportunity to look out the coach
windows at a sight which cannot be
duplicated anywhere in the world
Every inch of the road lies over a
pool of oil, an ocean of dollars. The
, train will pass in sight of five pump
stations showing the unrefined product
through hundreds Of miles of iron duct
TO refineries in distant cities.
Myriad of Dcrricks.
Out on the hills in either direction
the landscape is thick sown with der
ricks which stand half their length
about the heavy black jack under
growth. One above another these
skeletons rise on the hillside, tier
above tier, until they reach an alti-
tude 100 feet above the surrounding
country. There on the bald pate hills.
the glare from the oily sides Of hun
dreds of tanks dazzle the eyes of the
sishtseer.
Twenty million dollars worth Of
property may be seen at a glance at
this undeveloped country. one would