"Well, I got here Okay. Am standing in line with about 4,000 ahead of me and about 500 behind, and still they come about 10 or more a minute. I expect to stand or sit anyway I can. Those around me just got a jug of dirty water for 20 cents and so it goes. Bro. Collier is taking care of the team and brings me my meals and water. I wish I had a drink of cold water, it will be worth 50 cents to have the dirt washed off. By night it blows hot and hard and the dirt is fearful. We move about a mile a week. I'll get out by 2 o'clock tomorrow. I engaged Bro. Witt to bring my mail to me. Bro. G. will not be able to get here and register. Perhaps we can get school land together but we will not be able to settle together anyway.

I don't think you can imagine how much yelling and going on there is, it's wonderful sure. Well, Bro. Collier has found a small spring and has borrowed a spade and is digging it out. Those along the line think he's the kind of man we ought to have. He's a noble man. Well, I'm tired holding the tablet. (He is writing this in his lap!) One man has made over $400 out of his well since the booth opened. Well, I'll have to stop I'm interrupted so much my head will give me lots of trouble tonight. Everybody nearly is finding fault. I did not think I'd register but I changed my mind when I got here, so I'll tough it now."