Books [Mr. Earl Heath]
My matches were all gone. My clothes were wet. I was lost. My team and buggy were lost. It was pitch dark. I am telling you, I was in a terrible fix. There I stood, lost in a dark rainy night, covered with wet clothes without team or rig. I didn't know what to do. To make things worse it was pouring down all the while.
After two hours I heard noise. It sounded as though something rattled. Believe me my ears were at attention to await a reoccurring of this rattle for I had determined that it might have been caused by the rings on the harness of my horses. This proved to be the case and eventually helped me relocate and find them. I mounted the rig and drove on. After some time I spied a dim light in a distance. It was the light of a cattleman's shack. He took me in and listened to my never-to-be-forgotten experiences of that night. Early the next morning I drove back to Prague of course witbout having seen my girl. I'll never forget that night.” Story No. 3
“At Prague, Okla., I worked in the postoffice during the day and helped out as clerk at the bank at night. The people of the country were good, hard workers, mostly farmers, some ranchers. They had their fun when they came to town. There was a dance every Saturday night. There was lots of drinking but few got real drunk. There was an Anti-Horse-Thief-Association here. All horses of its members were branded in the flanks. The association had a record of all branded horses. If a man was found with a stolen horse his trial was held at once by members of the association. If the thief was [found?] guilty, he was done away with, either shot or lynched and horse returned to the owner.
When the railroad was built through Prague, work gangs of 50 to 75 men would come to town when they had been paid. It meant, good business for the local saloon. The bar tender would set ‘em up to the whole gang. Then he would point to two big fellows of his picking and say, “You and You.”