<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXXI</h2>
<p class="center">THE McCRALINES</p>
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<p class="cap_1">AS before mentioned, I was given largely
to observation and to reading and was
fairly well posted on current events.
I was always a lover of success and
nothing interested me more after a day's work in
the field than spending my evening hours in reading.
What I liked best was some good story with a moral.
I enjoyed reading stories by Maude Radford Warren,
largely because her stories were so very practical
and true to life. Having traveled and seen much
of the country, while running as a porter for the
P——n Company, I could follow much of her
writings, having been over the ground covered by
the scenes of many of her stories. Another feature
of her writings which pleased me was the fact that
many of the characters, unlike the central figures
in many stories, who all become fabulously wealthy,
were often only fairly successful and gained only
a measure of wealth and happiness, that did not
reach prohibitive proportions.</p>
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<p>Perhaps I should not have become so set against
stories whose heroes invariably became multi-millionaires,
had it not been for the fact that many
of the younger members of my race, with whom I
had made acquaintance in my trips to Chicago
and other parts of the country, always appeared to
intimate in their conversation, that a person should
have riches thrust upon them if they sacrificed all
their "good times," as they termed it, to go out
west.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</SPAN></span>
Of course the easterner, in most stories,
conquers and becomes rich, that is, after so much
sacrifice. The truth is, in real life only about one
in ten of the eastern people make good at ranching
or homesteading, and that one is usually well
supplied with capital in the beginning, though of
course there are exceptions. Colored people are
much unlike the people of other races. For instance,
all around me in my home in Dakota were
foreigners of practically all nations, except Italians
and Jews, among them being Swedes, Norwegians,
Danes, Assyrians from Jerusalem, many Austrians,
some Hungarians, and lots of Germans and Irish,
these last being mostly American born, and also
many Russians. The greater part of these people
are good farmers and were growing prosperous
on the Little Crow, and seeing this, I worked the
harder to keep abreast of them, if not a little ahead.
This was my fifth year and still there had not been
a colored person on my land. Many more settlers
had some and Tipp county was filling up, but still
no colored people. My white neighbors had many
visitors from their old homes and but few but had
visitors at some time to see them and see what they
were doing.</p>
<p>During my visit to Kansas the spring previous,
I had found many prosperous colored families, most
of whom had settled in Kansas in the seventies
and eighties and were mostly ex-slaves, but were not
like the people of southern Illinois, contented and
happy to eke a living from the farm they pretended
to cultivate, but made their farms pay by careful
methods. The farms they owned had from a
hundred<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</SPAN></span>
and sixty acres to six hundred and forty
acres, and one colored man there at that time owned
eleven hundred acres with twelve thousand dollars in
the bank.</p>
<p>Wherever I had been, however, I had always
found a certain class in large and small towns alike
whose object in life was obviously nothing, but
who dressed up and aped the white people.</p>
<p>After Miss Rooks had married I was again in the
condition of the previous year, but during the summer
I had written to a young lady who had been
teaching in M—boro and whom I had met while
visiting Miss Rooks. Her name was Orlean McCraline,
and her father was a minister and had
been the pastor of our church in M—pls when I
was a baby, but for the past seventeen years had
been acting as presiding elder over the southern
Illinois district. Miss McCraline had answered
my letters and during the summer we had been
very agreeable correspondents, and when in September
I contracted for three relinquishments of
homestead filings, I decided to ask her to marry
me but to come and file on a Tipp county claim
first.</p>
<p>To get the money for the purchase of the relinquishments,
I had mortgaged my three hundred
and twenty acres for seven thousand, six hundred
dollars, the relinquishments costing in the neighborhood
of six thousand, four hundred dollars.
October was the time when the land would be
open to homestead filing, and Miss McCraline had
written that she would like to homestead. After
sending my sister and grandmother the money to
come<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</SPAN></span>
to Dakota, I went to Chicago, where I arrived
one Saturday morning. I had, since being in the
west, stopped at the home of a maiden lady about
thirty-five years of age, and in talking with her I
had occasion to speak of the family. Evidently
she did not know I had come to see Orlean, or that
I was even acquainted with the family. I spoke
of the Rev. McCraline and asked her if she knew
him.</p>
<p>"Who, old N.J. McCraline?" she asked.
"Humph," she went on with a contemptuous snort.
"Yes, I know him and know him to be the biggest
old rascal in the Methodist church. He's lower
than a dog," she continued, "and if it wasn't for
his family they would have thrown him out of the
conference long ago, but he has a good family and
for that reason they let him stay on, but he has no
principle and is mean to his wife, never goes out
with her nor does anything for her, but courts every
woman on his circuit who will notice him and has
been doing it for years. When he is in Chicago he
spends his time visiting a woman on the west side.
Her name is Mrs. Ewis."</p>
<p>This recalled to my mind that during the spring
I had come to Chicago I had become acquainted
with Mrs. Ewis' son and had been entertained at
their home on Vernon Avenue where at that time
the two families, McCraline and Ewis, rented a flat
together, and although I had seen the girls I had
not become acquainted with any of the McCraline
family then. Orlean was the older of the two girls.
What Miss Ankin had said about her father did not
sound very good for a minister, still I had known
in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</SPAN></span>
southern Illinois that the colored ministers
didn't always bear the best reputations, and some of
the colored papers I received in Dakota were continually
making war on the immoral ministers, but
since I had come to see the girl it didn't discourage
me when I learned her father had a bad name although
I would have preferred an opposite condition.</p>
<p>I went to the phone a few minutes after the conversation
with Miss Ankin and called up Miss
McCraline, and when she learned I was in the city
she expressed her delight with many exclamations,
saying she did not know I would arrive in the city
until the next day and inquired as to when I would
call.</p>
<p>"As nothing is so important as seeing you," I
answered, "I will call at two o'clock, if that is
agreeable to you."</p>
<p>She assured me that it was and at the appointed
hour I called at the McCraline home and was
pleasantly received. Miss McCraline called in her
mother, whom I thought a very pleasant lady. We
passed a very agreeable evening together, going
over on State street to supper and then out to
Jackson Park. I found Miss McCraline a kind,
simple, and sympathetic person; in fact, agreeable
in every way.</p>
<p>I had grown to feel that if I ever married I would
simply have to propose to some girl and if accepted,
marry her and have it over with. I was tired of
living alone on the claim and wanted a wife and love,
even if she was a city girl. I felt that I hadn't the
time to visit all over the country to find a farmer's
daughter. I had lived in the city and thought if
I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</SPAN></span>
married a city girl I would understand her, anyway.
I could not claim to be in love with this girl,
nor with anyone else, but had always had a feeling
that if a man and woman met and found each other
pleasant and entertaining, there was no need of a
long courtship, and when we came in from a walk
I stated the object of my trip.</p>
<p>Miss McCraline was acquainted with a part of
the story for, as stated, she had been teaching in
M—boro at the time I went there to see Miss Rooks,
and had seen her take up with the cook and marry
foolishly. She had stated in her letters that she
had been glad that I wrote to her and that she
thought Miss Rooks had acted foolishly, and when
I explained my circumstances and stated the proposition
she seemed favorable to it. I told her to
think it over and I would return the next day and
explain it to her mother.</p>
<p>When I called the next morning and talked with
her and her mother, they both thought it all right
that Orlean should go to Dakota and file on the
homestead, then we would marry and live together
on the claim, but her mother added somewhat
nervously and apparently ill at ease, that I had
better talk with her husband. As the Reverend
was then some three hundred and seventy-five miles
south of Chicago attending conference, I couldn't see
how we could get together, but we put in the Sunday
attending church and Sunday School, and that evening
went to a downtown theatre where we saw
Lew Dokstader's minstrels with Neil O'Brien as
captain of the fire department, which was very
funny and I laughed until my head ached.</p>
<p>The<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</SPAN></span>
next day was spent in trying to communicate
with the Reverend over the long distance but we
did not succeed. Fortunately, at about five o'clock
Mrs. Ewis came over from the west side. I had
known Mrs. Ewis to be a smart woman with a
deeper conviction than had Mrs. McCraline, whom
she did not like, but as Mrs. McCraline was in
trouble and did not know which way to turn, Mrs.
Ewis was approached with the subject. Orlean
was an obedient girl and although she wanted to
go with me, it was evident that I must get the consent
of her parents. She was nearly twenty-seven
years old and girls of that age usually wish to get
married. Her younger sister had just been married,
which added to her feeling of loneliness. The result
of the consultation with Mrs. Ewis, as she afterward
explained to me, was that it was decided that it
would not be proper for Orlean to go alone with
me but if I cared to pay her way she would accompany
us as chaperon. I was getting somewhat uneasy
as I had paid twelve hundred dollars into the
bank at Megory for the relinquishment, which I
would lose if someone didn't file on the claim by the
second of October. It was then about September
twenty-fifth and I readily consented to incur the
expense of her trip to Megory, where we soon
landed. While I had been absent my sister and
grandmother had arrived. On October first, all three
were ready to file on their claims, and Dakota's
colored population would be increased by three, and
four hundred and eighty acres of land would be
added to the wealth of the colored race in the state.
Hundreds of others had purchased relinquishments
and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</SPAN></span>
were waiting to file also. A ruling of the department
had made it impossible to file before October
first, and when it was seen that only a small
number would be able to file on that day, the register
and receiver inaugurated a plan whereby all desiring
to file on Tipp county claims should form a
line in front of the land office door, and when the
office opened, the line should file through the office
in the order in which they stood, and numbers would
be issued to them which would permit them to
return to the land office and make their filings in
turn, thereby avoiding a rush and the necessity
of remaining in line until admitted to the land office.</p>
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