The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 8, 1900 Page: 6 of 8
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TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR.
Oh, thou northland bobolink.
looking over the summer's brink
Up to winter, worn and dim,
Peering down from mountain rim.
Something tak.s me in thy note,
Quivering wing, and bubbling throat;
Something moves me in thy wa>«—
Hird, rejoicing in thy day*.
In thy upward hovering flight.
In thy suit of black and white.
Chestnut cape and circled arown,
In thy mate of speckled brown;
Surely 1 may paus* and think
Of my boyhood'H bobolink.
Soaring over meadows wild
<Greener pastures never smiled)?
Kaining music from above.
Full of rapture, full of love;
Frolic, gay and debonair.
Yet not all exempt from care.
For thy neat Is In the grass.
And thou worriest as 1 pas*:
Hut nor hand nor foot of mine
Shall do harm to thee or thine;
I, musing, only pause to think.
<5f my boyhood's bobolink.
But no bobolink of mine
Kver sang o'er m *ad *o fine.
Starred with flowers of every hue,
CSold and purple, white and b;ue;
Jacob's ladder. fleur-de-lK
Orchid, harebell, shooting star,
Crane s bill, lupine. seen afar,
Primrose, poppy, saxifrage.
Pictured type on Nature's page—
These and others, here unnamed.
In northland gardens. yet untamed,
Pick the fields where thou <io«t sing,
Mounting up on trembling wing;
While in wistful mood I think
Of my boyhood's bobolink.
On Unalaska's emerald lea,
On lonely isles In Uehrlng sea.
On far Siberia's b.'irren s>hore.
On north Alaska's tundra flour.
At morn, at noon. In pallid night.
We heard thy sorg and saw thy flight,
While 1. sighing, could but ihink
Of my boyhood's bobolink
—John Burroughs, In Century.
| The World Against Him
By WILL N. HARBEN.
Copyri^ht. 1900. by
A N Kellogg Newspaper Company
CHAPTKK II. -Continued.
Tt would have been impossible for
Aim to believe that she was not speak-
ing1 to him as she would have spoken to
an old friend, anil this drew him to her.
The irritation of a short while before
was swept away. He found himself
telling her that he had feared she would
never remember him, and that she had
made him very happy by coming back
Co speak to him.
44As if I could forget the first time I
ever saw you!" she exclaimed, clasp-
ing- her hands over her ktiee and look-
ingoutover 1 he stream. "1 had actually
^iven myself up for lost, Mr. Fanshaw.
Being a man, it may not seem that you
•did much for me, that day, but I have
seen that frightful bull in my dreams
liid heard his awful bellowing a
thousand times. I remembered that he
had gored a little boy almost to death
Ihe spring before and when I saw him
coming I simply could not run. Then
( saw you rush into the very arras of
death and catch it by the horns. Ah,
I have seen that awful struggle in my
dreams, too! You don't know how ter-
rible it was; the veins of your £ace and
Deck stood up like corils under the skin
and your eyes nearly left their sockets.
Once jour foot slipped und I screamed
as you went down. I thought it was all
over then, but you held onto his horns
and when he flung tip his head he
'raised you. Then 1 saw the gleam of a
set purpose in your eye as you slowly
ibacked him to the big slick near by and
*<hcn 1 saw you grasp it and beat him
She paused out of breath, she had
spoken so rapidly.
"I see you have not forgotten," he
laughed, modestly. "My arms ached
for a week after that. I don't think I
ever gave my muscles a greater test."
She gazed at him admiringly.
~"I think a strong, manly man is God's
best creation"—her tone was almost
reverent. "No, I have not forgot—I
never shall forget that you offered your
life as readily as Capt. Winkle" (she
v nee red slightly) "would hand me a
glass of wine. You were so exhausted
afterwards that you could not speak
and yet you helped me over that high
fence; I know you were exhausted, for
you sank down and oould not rise."
Ronald flushed slightly. "1 hoped
you would forget that," he said.
"It is what I want to remember
most," the girl declared, "because it
proves how vary much you (lid for me,'
Her voice was low, and it quivered as
if strong emotions were working in her
breast. The branches of the trees were
moving overhead, and a shaft of shift-
ing sunlight fell on her glorious, gold-
en brown hair. The breeze coming from
Ihe east brought the strain of a plan-
tation melody sung by the negroes
working in one of her father's cotton
fields. For one instant the eyes of these
two met, and then, like a man in a bliss-
ful dream, he turned and picked up his
rod. liis cork was under water and he
oould see the slack line being drawn
here and there. It was a line trout
and he laughed merrily as'he drew it
out of the water. She sprang up and
stood by him as he took it from his
hook and put it Into his basket.
"1 am afraid 1 am disturbing jour
■sport,** she said, tentatively.
"You see you have given me good
luck,*' he made answer.
"1 have wanted another talk with
you for a long time." She cast a glance
in the direction of her party. "I pre-
sume I ought to join them, but I have
really not said all I wished. It seems
half a lifetime since we met."
Later that day he actually shuddered
over the boldness of his reply to this,
and yet I am convinced that it was one
of his remarks which she remembered
in its entirety.
"The meeting in itstl/ seemed
whole lifetime to me," he said, in
full, tense voice—"the beginning, tJie
«*nd—a short, beautiful life, for 1
thought I might never, perhaps never,
*%ee you again."
You thought we should never mt'
again!** she spoke in slow surprise, a&
the import of his words dawned on
her, and then he saw her eyes go down,
and a fresh shaft of bitterness pierced
his heart. He knew she was thinking
of the gulf which lay between them.
The look of pain which crossed her face
almost distorted it. Still it was only
to add new character to her beauty.
"1 want to tell you more than all,'*
she shrugged her shoulders, as if to
shake off the unpleasant thought he
had just read, "how very much good
your example has done me. You re-
member you told me how you had
learned French by studying It at night,
and by hiring a man to work for you
who spoke the language to you as you
worked in the field together, and that
you used to walk three miles after
supper to an old German, who spoke
his tongue to you and lent you the
German classics? Well, when I got
back to school and was tempted to
neglect my studies I recalled the ef-
forts you were making to educate
yourself and I became ashamed of my-
self and really I profited by your ex-
ample. I took two medals. 1 should
never have won them but for you."
Her companion laughed softly.
"I did not have such good fortune in
adding a teacher of Italian to my fac-
ulty," lie told her. "He was making
his way over the mountain with a hand-
i rgati and a monkey and told me he
was out of money. My answer to him
was that I needed a man to pick cot-
ton and that I would pay him the
wages of an experienced hand if he
would stay with me through the sea-
son. He readily consented and every-
thing might have worked out to the
glory of my perseverance, but he in-
sisted on working with the monkey
on his shoulder, and the two together
proved such an attraction that all the
negroes in my field gathered around
him. I gave them the first day off, but
when the next came and the pickers
came in holiday attire accompanied by
hosts of neighboring negroes I called
a halt. I paid the stroller for the
day lie had not worked and dismissed
h'tn. This infuriated him, and I re-
ceived my first gratuitous lesson in
Italian—a beautiful string of oaths
which may never be worth what 1 paid
Evelyn laughed long and heartily.
"You arc the most original man I
eter met," she declared. "What funny
experiences you do have. And did your
Italian master forsake you?"
Ronald laughed drily.
"After he had got his organ out of
the barn, he began to play it in the main
road, and it wasn't twenty minutes
till every negro, young and old, for u
mile around was dropping his money
into the monkey's cap. The trouble is
the farmers in the neighborhood
blamed me with the commotion and
called ine a greater crank than ever."
There was a sound of some one
coming through the woods, and David
Fanshaw, barefooted and coat less,
emerged carrying a gun and a bag of
game. Seeing them together he stared
in astonishment, and shifting his gun
awkwardly from one hand to the other
he blurted out: "1 didn't know any-
body was beer; I was after a flyin*
squirrel in that tree thar."
"I wouldn't shoot here," his brother
admonished. "There is a party tishiug
a little way down the stream."
Without saying more the great ill-
clothed fellow shouldered his gun and
plunged again into the wood; this time
headed for the main road.
"It is my brother David," explained
Ronald to Evelyn.
"I thought he was," she said, look-
ing down, "but I don't think he is at
all like you," and then it seemed to
strike her that the comparison was too
great a reflection on David to be quite
polite, for she reddened.
"No, we are decidedly tinlike," he
came to her relief. "In fact, people
are constantly remarking that I am un-
like my whole family."
"I—I think you are very unlike them
all," agreed Kvelyn—"all that I have
happened to see."
There the conversation paused. A
merry laugh came from the fishing trio
anil then there was a low muttering
of voices, in which Evelyn's name was
poken by her sister.
"I think they are wondering what
has become of me," said the girl. "I'd
better join them."
He held the vines which hung over
the path out of her way, and when
she had gone he went back to his fish-
ing; but he found himself casting an
unbaited hook into the water and hold-
ing his rod in tense, quivering hands.
How much he had lived in those few-
moments! lie took a deep breath. "My
God," he said, "I don't know what has
come over me! Am 1 mad? Am I
fool enough to think—to hope—?"
He checked himself, and opened the
law book he had brought with him. Hut
though his eyes rested on the page for
twenty minutes,he read not a w ord. The
sun went down slowly; he saw its light
on the brown side of a distant cliff
creeping upward; he heard the dis-
tant crack of his brother's gun. and.
picking up his things, he started home-
You don't mean you an' her could
git acquainted like that, in sech a short
time," remarked David, as they walked
along the sandy road side by aide.
"I have met her once before—a year
ago. She was in Regan's meadow, and
got frightened at his bull. I drove the
bull away, and she—she stopped to
speak to me again to-day. That was
l'ut David's fancy for the novelty of
the situation from his standpoint was
not easily cooled. It was plain to Ron-
ald that he was still turning it over in
his mind by the low grunts and ex-
clamations of wonder that seemed j< 11
ed from his lips by his heavy strides.
"Well, I'm shore glad of one thing,"
he said, finally, "and that is that the
colonel didn't happen along just like
His brother knew what was coming,
and yet he asked: "Why, Dave?"
"Because the old codger'd 'a' raised
more sand 'n a Texas tornado, that's
all. Why, Ron, are you a blamed fool,
with no more sense than a last veer's
bird nest? Don't you know nobody by
the name o' Fanshaw never stood on a
level with them sort o' folks? Ef I
went up thar on business, or ma, or pa
or either of the gals went to sell 'em
eggs or socks, wouldn't we go to the
back door, like all the rest of our sort?
Why, Ron, jest now you was a settin'
cross-legged on the colonel's piazza n-
smokin' one of his secgars like a priv-
ileged character. Ila, Iia, don't know
how it knocked the wind out of me!"
Ronald, his face dark and his brow
lovverii g, found himself reduced to say-
"I hope you won't mention it at home,
His brother stared at him curiously.
"You know I can hold my tongue,"
he said. "I wouldn't go round shoot in*
off my mouth about a thing like that
for any thing. The colonel would shoot
the top o'my head off; he's a wheel boss,
I tell you."
Ronald brought him to a stop in the
center of the road.
"Dave, do you really think we are so
degraded as that?"
The burly fellow shrugged his shoul-
"We are as good. I reckon, as the gen-
eral run of our own sort." was his an-
swer, and he smiled so broadly that a
brown tobacco quid showed between
his big yellow teeth, "but, as the fellow
said: 'Dang the sort.' 1 reckon the
the highefct rung of the ladder of suc-
Davc laughed loudly for fully a min-
ute, then he said:
"Your ladder would have to be stout
enough to hold up all creation, fur the
minute ,>011 begun to mount ull four
of them overweights at our house would
start after you, an' they'd stick to you,
ef they saw v\ou on the climb—they
would ef they fell an'smashed the'rsels
into a jelly. Huh! I'd 'a' run for
president myself long ago, but 1 don't
like the idea o' them three in low-
neck an' short sleeves hclpin' me'n my
wife shake hands in the while house
with the whole shootin'-match o' big
Ronald gave up the discussion. His
brother's coarse allusion to his mother
and sisters failed to appeal to his sense
of humor. He was thinking of Evelyn
form of her exquisite refinement and
delicate sympathy. Hy this time the
two brothers had almost reached their
home; they could see th • sagging roof
of their father's house. Half a mile fur-
ther on in the gathering dusk loomed
the white walls and lighted windows of
Carnleigh. At this point the dull,
steady beat of horses' hoofs fell on
"It's the Ilasbrooke gang," an-
Ronald's heart sank like a plummet.
He had hoped to reach home before
tin- party overtook him. He reproached
himself for the feeling, but he shrank
from being seen by Evelyn and her
friends in company with one as ill-
clothed as his brother. David stepped
to the side of the road and stood open-
mouthed. to see the trap and horses
pass, but Ronald, wit bout looking back,
simply kept on his way. He had made
up iiis mind that he should not doff his
hat, ;is he knew David would, like the
peasant he was. He heard a woman's
voice singing a plantation melody, ac-
companied bv a mellow bass. He de-
cided that the woman's voice had a
harsh quality which could not have be-
longed to Evelyn's, although he had
never heard her sing. The vehicle was
just behind him. He heard his broth-
er shouting out a shrill warning, and
was turning to see what had occasioned
it. wher the horses brushed by him, the
front wheel of the trap striking the
hand which held the basket, dashing it
to the ground and scattering its con-
tents over the sand. He heard Evelyn
scream out in terror from her seat be-
side Capt. Winkle, w ho was driving, and
saw her desperately pulling on his
The vehicle drew up a few yards
away, and it looked as if the driver was
going to offer some apology, but see-
ing that Ronald was still on his feet,
Winkle vigorously applied the whip to
the horses and drove on rapidly. David
ran up and began to pick up the fallen
"Hy ,Ioe, you had a close shave." he
grunted. "1 'lowed once you was a
[To Ite Continued ]
An l'ne*pected lletort.
•*I preached this morning," re-
marked a conceited parson, "to a con-
gregation in which idiots comprised
"Yes," rejoined the young lady to
whom his remarks were addressed, "I
noticed you frequently called them
beloved brethren.' "—Chicago Daily
He thought he thought great thoughts and
No other thought a thought;
If others ever thought he thought.
They thought he thought he thought.
Jt'ST THE RIGHT STATt'HE.
Out in the open he saw David stand-
ing before the horses and trap of the
fishing party, holding his gun across
the back of his brawny neck, like the
yoke of a water-carrier.
"Well, I'll be dumsw iveled," he said,
as Ronald approached, "an* may I make
the biggest cracklin' in eternal tire, ef
ever I'd a believed a brother o' mine
could be seen in confidential confab
with a daughter of old Hasbrooke. If
I'd a-had a bottle along, I'd a-swore it
was a delusion, but I hain't tetched a
drop serce ten o'clock this morniu'."
Ronald hated himself for being
obliged to make excuses for her.
"She simply happened along where I
was fishing, Dave. 1 hope you won't
talk about it, and cause any miscon-
tri'**ien to be on it."
>IDNT KNOW ANYBODY WAS
Almighty made us out o' scraps when
He was too tired to watch what He
was doin*. I reckon we are some bet-
ter'n a cornfield nigger, but we'd jest
be blind to our own imperfections ef
we didn't admit that thar is folks as
much higher*n us as we are higher'11
"That is a dangerous philosophy,
David," protested Ronald, deeply stung
by his brother's words. "If you ever ex-
pect to rise in the world, you must re-
member— keep the idea always before
you—that a man is what he makes him-
"Shucks, thar hain't a word o' that
so," grunted David. "Col. Hasbrooke is
our big man, an' he hain't what he
made hisse'f. His father owned 600
slaves, an' land enough to start a re-
public on, an' government bonds, an'
storehouses in Atlanta, an' what not.
No, the colonel is a sample o' what his
daddy done fur 'im; you can bet yore
sweet life on that! An' as fur that mat-
ter, me'n you is jest what Jade Fan-
shaw has made out'n us. 1 tell you.
blood has got a lots to do with it. Col.
Hasbrooke's father fit in the Mexican
war, an' the colonel stuck hisse'f up to
be shot at in defense o' his niggers in
the civil war, but Jade Fanshaw's daddy
before 'im was sent up fur house-
breakin, an' instead o' shoulderin' his
musket to drive the yelpiu' Yanks out
o' the south Jade hid in the mountains
up in Tennessee, an' turned bush-
whacker, an' lived 011 what he could
rob from helpless women an' ehildern.
I hope nobody round beer won't find
all that out. We've ^ot black eye
enough, as it is."
"I always try to forget that," sighed
"Ah, my honey!" ejaculated the un-
couth philosopher, in a triumphant
tone, "but Col. Hasbrooke don't try to
forget nothin' his daddy did. Not on
yore tin type! I've heerd he has his
pa's uniform in a big glass case, an' a
picture of 'im on a boss in full tilt after
the enemy. They say the old feller
lit like a tiger cub with one yeer shot
off as clean 11s a baby's belly, an' a
piece of cannon-ball as big as a saucer
in his shoulder; they say jest as he
was expirin' a feller bent over 'im an'
his last kick landed in his bread-basket,
an' doubled 'im up like a razor. Ah,
come off, you needn't argue with me,
The listener to this frowned, as he
swung his basket to and fro, but he
did not want to be misunderstood by
"What 1 mean, David, is that if a
young man really has it in him, and will
study hard enough, he can climb to
No Mere Probability.
"Maria," called out the anxious
mother of the family, "the clouds look
terribly threatening. I'm afraid we
are going to have a tornado. You'd
better go and wake your father."
"I'd rather not," answered the eldest
daughter. "If I call him as er.rly as
this there'll be a tornado without any
sort of doubt."—Chicago Tribune.
Unite Easily Explained.
"Willie," she exclaimed, severely,
"why did you go to the jam jar while
I was out?"
Hut Willie had taken his lesson from
Mahomet and the mountain.
"Because the jam jar wouldn't come
to me," he answered, promptly. Chi*
Teacher—How many pounds to the
Precocious Pupil—Two thousand
two hundred and forty.
Teacher—-And how many to the
Precocious Pupil—Depends on the
The more nervous a man is the
more he tries to say the right thing,
and as a rule the more lamentably lie
fails. It is not always the man who,
attempts to set him right, however,
who covers himself with glory. There
is a story told of a certain English
curate who was afflicted with a pain-
fully nervous temperament, anil whoso
nervousness was in the habit of affect-
ing his tongue and causing liiin to
make the most awkward remarks
when he particularly desired to pay
neat; compliments to those high in au-
thority or position. It happened one
day that he had distinguished himself
beyond his wont during the gathering
of clergymen at an afternoon tea at
the bishop's palace. On the way home
a senior curate took him to task for
his blunders. "Look here, Bruci
said the senior, decidedly, "you are
donkey! Why can't you keep quiet,
instead of attracting everybody's at
tention by your asinine remarks?
You need not be offended. I'm speak-
ing to you now as a brother—" At
this point loud laughter interrupted
the speaker, and for a moment he
wondered why.—Youth's Companion.
Mrs. A was having one of her
houses cleaned preparatory to letting
it to a new tenant. Assisting her was
a "cleaner," who proved to be very in-
fficient. Finding a room which wasj
supposed to be in order still' very
dirty, Mrs. A swept it herself.
Then she said to Bridget, whom shit
met in the hall: "Why, Mrs., Ryan, I
thought you said you had swept the
front room, and here 1 have got a
whole dustpan full of dirt out of it."
Nothing disconcerted, Bridget re-
sponded. with a beaming smile: "Did
ye, now, ma'am? I got two."—
"The sermons of that young minis-
ter who has the room next to mine
are truly wonderful," said the young
"Indeed?" said the landlady.
"Yes; whenever I hear him re-
hearsing them in his room they keep
me awake, but if I happen to be it
church when he's preaching, they in
variably put me to sleep."—Yonkers
^rklnK the llest Odd*.
"Professor lindley says that only
ten per cent of the marriages are
"Well," replied the sweet young
thing, "even in that case let us re-
member that the odds on marital
happiness are about ten per cent
better than those on a happy
"So you suffer from insomnia, do
you?" said the physician after the pa
tient had indicated his ailment.
"1 do, doctor. The only part of me
j that goes to sleep readily is my feeU"
Mistress—Are you not rather small
for a nurse?
Nurse—No, indeed, madam. The chil-
dren don't fall so far when 1 drop them.
"Ah. but you have a loving husband,
sirs. Simms. I remember before your
narriage he said he would move heav-
en and earth for you."
"I remember; but now that we are
married he won't even condescend to
move the dresser so that I may sweep
jeneath it."—Chicago Daily News.
A Hearty Welcome.
He was inclined to be facetious.
'What quantities of dried graw you
ceep here, Mrs. Stebbins! Nice room
'or a donkey to get into!"
"Make yourself at home," she re-
iponded with sweet gravity.—Tit-Bits.
Not to lie Trusted.
Wife—Let m* send for Dr. Killman.
JTou said some one recommended him
Sick Husband—T don't want him.
Nearest. The man who recommended
oim is an undertaker.—Harlem Life.
Few Equipped for the Work.
"Ever}' man," quoted the thoughtful
one, "is the architect of his own for-
"Yes," returned the observant one,
"and the character of the structures
put up shows that few have taken the
necessary course in architecture."—*
Lives of some men oft remind us
If we had but half their gall.
We could loaf. too. anil behind u*
Leave not any tracks at all.
ANOTHER VIEW OF IT.
,fu*t the Way She Ha*.
The first of woman's want Is man.
In that there's nothing strange;
But after getting him she wants
From his pocket all the change.
—Chicago Dally News.
HAD A HANDICAP.
Clerk—I've been in your employ for
man)* years, sir, and as I was married
yesterday I'd like an increase in my
Moneybags—But, my dear sir, this
house is not responsible for accidents
happening to its employes.—Chicago
A Humdrum ExlMtenee.
Mae—Inez seems so unhappy since
Ethel—No wonder! Her husband
is such a poor spirited creature that he
agrees with her in everj'thing. She's
just dying for some one to quarrel
with.—N. Y. Journal.
Mistress (to new cook)—I shall go to
market with you on Wednesdays and
New Cook—All roiglit, mum. But
who'll be afther carryin' the marketin*
on other days, mum?—Chicago Daily
Constance E.—Do you think you can
pet my husband acquitted?
Lawyer—I'm afraid not, madam.
Lawyer—That is just the Urouble.—
Mother—Do you think that young
Perkins has any intention whatever of
Daughter — Not the least in the
vorld, mamma! That is why I feel so
ure of getting him!—Puck.
Maud—What an exquisitely dainty
it tie case you are embroidering! Is
t for jewels?
Isabel—Well, no. But you see, poor,
lear Harry has nothing to keep his
juwn tickets in!—N. Y. World.
Usually the Case.
"The man you hear singing about a
Home on the Ocean Wave,' the first
jight on shipboard," said the Observer
)f Events and Things, "the next day is
apt to look homesick."—Yonkers
An Enemy to the Weed.
Charles—Is your girl opposed to your
Clarence—I think she must be. Every
night when 1 come away from her
house I find two or three broken cigars
in my vest pocket.—Stray Stories.
He—A woman's face shows her tal-
He—Well, there's Miss Antiquate, for
example. Her face tells me that she
Is a great artist.—Chicago Daily News.
The llude Bachelor.
Yeast—They say that women have
discovered a way of seeming to he al-
ways young: do you know what it is?
"What 5o you think is the saddest
work of fiction you ever read?"
"Thecook book," answered the young
woman who had not been married very
long. "Not more than one in ten of
those pieces come out right."—Wash-
Mlffht Illte the Angeln.
A four-year-old girl, whose dog hnii
died, said to her Sunday school teach-
er; "I guess the angels were afraid
when they saw him coming up the
walk. He's cross to strangers."—Cin-
If They Only Could.
"'•hese miners." said the clock. "O. ray|
I think they're merely shirking.
Why can't they do the same as I—
Just strike, and keep on working?
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL,
Stout Lady—Yes, my dear. I must say
I do like that blouse you're wearing.
I must get one like It. It makes you
look so slim and genteel.—Moonshine.
"When you see the folks are restless.
Of course you stop." said I.
"Oh no. when 1 see they're restful."
Said the preacher, with a sigh.
First Atrist—1 see Dauber has taken
his wife as 'a model for one of his rn-
Second Artist — Yes; she'd snatch
1' him baldheaded if he didn't,—N. Y.
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Miller, L. G. The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 8, 1900, newspaper, November 8, 1900; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc104802/m1/6/: accessed March 26, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.