<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XVII</h2>
<p class="center">ERNEST NICHOLSON'S RETURN—THE BUILDING WEST
OF TOWN—"WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT"</p>
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<p class="cap_1">THE big hotel from Calias had not long
since been unloaded and decorated a
corner lot in Megory. All that remained
in Calias were the buildings
belonging to Nicholson Brothers, consisting of an
old two-story frame hotel, a two-story bank, the
saloon, drug store, their own office and a few smaller
ones. It was a hard life for the Caliasites and the
Megoryites were not inclined to soften it. On the
other hand, she was growing like a mushroom.
Everything tended to make it the prairie metropolis;
land was booming, and buyers were plentiful.
Capital was also finding its way to the town, and
nothing to disturb the visible prosperity.</p>
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<p>But a shrewd person, at that very time, had control
of machinery that would cause a radical change in
this community, and in a very short time too. This
man was Ernest Nicholson, and referring to his
return, I was at the depot in Oristown the day he
arrived. There he boarded an auto and went west
to Megory. On his arrival there, he ordered John
Nogden to proceed to Calias, load the bank building,
get all the horses obtainable, and proceed at
once to haul the building to—no, not to Megory—this
is what the Megoryites thought, when, with
seventy-six head of horses hitched to it, they saw
the bank of Calias coming toward Megory. But
when it got to within half a mile of the south
side,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</SPAN></span>
swerved off to the west. About six that
evening, when the sun went down, the Bank of
Calias was sitting on the side of a hill that sloped
to the north, near the end of the survey.</p>
<p>Now what did it mean? That was the question
that everybody began asking everybody else.
What was up? Why was Ernest Nicholson moving
the bank of Calias five miles west of Megory and
setting it down on or near the end of the survey?
There were so many questions being asked with
no one to answer, that it amused me. Then someone
suggested that it might be the same old game,
and here would come a pause, then the question,
"What old game?" "Why, another Calias?"—some
bait to make money. Then, "Oh, I see,"
said the wise town dads, just a hoax. That answered
the question, just a snare to catch the unwary.
Tell them that the railroad would build to the Tipp
County line. Sell them some lots, for that is what
the "bluff" meant. Get their good money and
then, Oh, Ha! Ha! Ha! it was too funny when one
saw the joke, and Megoryites continued to laugh.
Had not Nicholson Brothers said a whole lot about
getting the railroad; and that it was sure coming
up the Monca. It had come, had it not. Haw!
Haw! Haw! Ho! Ho! Ho! just another Nicholson
stall, Haw! Haw! Haw! and Nicholsons got the
laugh again. The railroad is in Megory, and here
it will stop for ten years. One hundred thousand
people will come to Megory to register for Tipp
County lands, and "Watch Megory grow" was all
that could be heard.</p>
<p>Ernest would come to Megory, have a pleasant
chat,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</SPAN></span>
treat the boys, tell a funny story, and be
off. Nobody was mean enough or bold enough
to tell him to his face any of the things they told
to his back.</p>
<p>Ernest was never known to say anything about
it. His scheme simply kept John Nogden moving
buildings. He wrote checks in payment, that the
bank of Calias cashed, for it was open for business
the next day after it had been moved out on the
prairie, five miles west of Megory.</p>
<p>The court record showed six quarter sections of
land west of town had recently been transferred;
the name of the receiver was unknown to anyone
in Megory, but such prices, forty to fifty dollars
per acre. The people who had sold, brought the
money to the Megory banks, and deposited it.
All they seemed to know was that someone drove
up to their house and asked if they wanted to sell.
Some did not, while others said they were only
five miles from Megory, and if they sold they would
have to have a big price, because Megory was the
"Town of the Little Crow" and the gateway to
acres of the finest land in the world, to be opened
soon. "What is your price?" he would ask, and
whether it was forty, forty-five or fifty per acre,
he bought it.</p>
<p>This must have gone on for sixty days with everybody
wondering "what it was all about", until it
got on the nerves of the Megoryites; and even the
town dads began to get a little fearful. When
Ernest was approached he would wink wisely,
hand out a cigar or buy a drink, but he never made
anybody the wiser.</p>
<p>A<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</SPAN></span>
lady came out from Des Moines, bought a lot,
and let a contract for a hotel building 24 × 140, and
work was begun on it immediately. This was
getting ahead of Megory, where a hotel had just
been completed 25 × 100 feet, said by the Megoryites
to be the "best" west of a town of six thousand
population, one hundred fifty miles down the
road. Whenever anything like a real building
goes up in a little town on the prairie, with their
collection of shacks, it is always called "the best
building" between there and somewhere else.</p>
<p>I shall not soon forget the anxiety with which the
people watched the building which continued to
go up west of Megory, and still no one there seemed
willing to admit that Nicholson Brothers were
"live," but spent their argument in trying to convince
someone that they were only wind jammers and
manipulators of knavish plots, to immesh the credulous.</p>
<p>What actually happened was this, and Ernest
told me about it afterwards in about the following
words:</p>
<p>"Well, Oscar, after Megory turned our offer
down, I knew there were just two things to do,
and that was, to either make good or leave the
country. Megory is full of a lot of fellows that
have never known anything but Keya Paha county,
and when the road missed Calias, and struck
Megory, they took the credit for displaying a superior
knowledge. I knew we were going to be the
big laughing stock of the reservation, and since I
did not intend to leave the country, I got to thinking.
The more I pondered the matter, the more
determined<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</SPAN></span>
I became that something had to be
done, and I finally made up my mind to do it."
Ernest Nicholson was not the kind of a man to
make idle declarations. "I went down to Omaha
and saw some business friends of mine and suggested
to them just what I intended to do, thence to Des
Moines and got father, and again we went into
Chicago and secured an appointment with Hewitt,
who listened attentively to all that we had to say,
and the import of this was that Megory, being over
five miles east of the Tipp County line, it was difficult
to drive range cattle that distance through
a settled country. They are so unused to anything
that resembles civilization, that ranchers hate to
drive even five miles through a settled country,
besides the annoyance it would habitually cause
contrary farmers, when it comes to accommodating
the ranchers. But that is not all. With sixty-six
feet open between the wire fences, the range cattle
at any time are liable to start a stampede, go right
through, and a lot of damage follows. I showed
him that most of the cattle men were still driving
their stock north and shipping over the C.P. &
St. L. Now knowing that the directors had ordered
the extension of the line to get the cattle
business, Hewitt looked serious, finally arose from
his chair, and went over to a map that entirely
covered the side of the wall and showed all the lines
of the C. & R.W. He meditated a few minutes
and then turned around and said: 'Go back and
buy the land that has been described.'" It all
seemed simple enough when it was done.</p>
<p>By the time that the extension had been completed
to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</SPAN></span>
Megory, the building that had been moved
west of town had company in the way of many new
ones, and by this time comprised quite a burg,
and claimed the name of New Calias. The new
was to distinguish between its old site and its
present one. After Megory turned them down,
Ernest had made a declaration or defiance that he
would build a town on the Little Crow and its name
would be Calias.</p>
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