I kept my crowd walking, and finally got where I could put up notices. If there was a post without notices, you put one for each quarter section. That meant claims for four men. We made another circle and located more posts. Altogether I located about fifteen to twenty men at $100 a shot. It was late in the afternoon, so we went back to the road. There was nobody there!
I suspected that something had happened. My horses were gone. I went back to Ben's. He was there with a pretty long face. "My God", he said, "do you know what happened?. I thought I had made four or five thousand dollars today. But, when we got back that fellow on the race horse had brought the telegram and this wasn't the land that was thrown open. They have all gone back. The only thing I have is some grub. Nobody took home much food, Just look here", he said.
He had enough slices of cheese to make one whole one and nearly enough for another. He said someone from town took my horses. The men were tired to death.
It was George Lamping who saw my horse with a saddle on it and said, "I'm going to take Bud's horse and ride it, and if he makes too much fuss I'll pay for it." The horse wasn't too well broke. But a doctor in the crowd was all in and thought they both could ride it. The doctor got on behind and the horse threw them both off. They were both afraid to ride it but the doctor said he would ride it, and started back through the mud. The other horses had pack saddles. The men took them off and rode back to Humptulips.
I went to Hoquiam three or four weeks later and went into Lamping's. He said, "Tell me how much I owe you. I'll buy the horse if you want to sell it." Then he told me one man had ridden the horse, the next man held on to its tail, the next onto his coat tail, and so they had dragged themselves back to Humptulips, through the night, and on to New London.
There were several land rushes, but none that compared with this.