<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXX</h2>
<p class="center">ERNEST NICHOLSON TAKES A HAND</p>
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<p class="cap_1">AFTER completing the first survey, however,
the surveyors returned, and made
another that struck Amro. This survey
swerved off from the first survey to the
southwest between Colone and Amro and struck
the valley of a little stream known as Mud Creek,
which empties into the Dog Ear at Amro. But
being a most illogical route, I felt confident the
C. & R.W. had no intention of following it, perhaps
only making the survey out of courtesy to the people
in Amro, or possibly to show to the state railroad
commissioners, if they became insistent, why they
could not strike the town.</p>
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<p>About this time Ernest Nicholson appeared on
the scene, and purchased a forty acre tract of land
north of the town, for which he paid fifty-five dollars
an acre, later paying ten thousand dollars for a
quarter, joining the forty. Still later he purchased
the entire section of heirship land, belonging to a
man named Jim Riggins, an Oristown city justice,
and a former squaw-man, whose deceased wife had
owned the land. For this section of land the
Nicholsons paid thirty-five thousand dollars. The
price staggered the people of Amro, who declared
Nicholson had certainly gone crazy. They set
up a terrible "howl." "What were the d— Nicholsons
sticking their noses into Tipp county towns
for? Were they not satisfied with Calias, where
they had grafted everybody out of their money?"
No,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</SPAN></span>
the trouble, they all agreed, was that Ernest
wanted to run the country and wanted to be the
"big stick." But they consoled themselves for
awhile with the fact that Amro had the county seat
and was growing. The settlers were trading in
Amro, for Amro had what they needed. An indignation
meeting was held, where with much feeling
they denounced the actions of Ernest Nicholson
in buying land north of the town and announcing
that he would build a town such as the Little Crow
had never dreamed of, and that Amro should at
once begin to move over to the new townsite and
save money; but they were hot. Old Dad Durpee,
in his shirt sleeves, corduroy and boots, his shaggy
beard flowing, declared that the low-down, stinking,
lying cuss would not dare to ask him to move to
the town he had as yet not even named; but Ernest,
at the wheel of a big new sixty-horse power Packard,
continued to buy land along the railroad survey
all the way to the west line of the county. In fact
he bought every piece of land that was purchasable.</p>
<p>I watched this fight from the beginning, with
interest, for I had become well enough acquainted
with Ernest to feel that he knew what he was about.
When the surveyors had arrived in Calias, Ernest
had gone to Chicago. In declaring the road could
not miss Amro the people were much like inhabitants
of Megory had been a few years before. While
they prattled and allowed their ego to rule, they
should have been busy, and when it was seen that
the town might not get the railroad, they should
have gone to Chicago and seen Marvin Hewitt,
putting the proposition squarely before him, and
requested<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</SPAN></span>
that if he could not give them the road, to
give them a depot, if they moved to the line of the
survey. By that time it was a town with two solid
blocks of business houses and many good merchants
and bankers. I often wondered how such men
could be so pinheaded, sitting back, declaring the
great C. & R.W. railway could not afford to miss
a little burg like Amro, but from previous observations
and experience I felt sure they would wait
until the last dog was dead, before trying to see
what they could do. And they did.</p>
<p>In the meantime the promoters, who were
nearly all from Megory or somewhere in Megory
county, had learned that Ernest Nicholson was
nobody's fool. They hooted the Nicholsons, along
with the rest of the town, declaring Ernest to be
anything but what he really was, until they had
roused enough excitement to make Amro seem like
a "good thing." Then they quietly sold their
interest to the Amoureaux Brothers, who raked up
about all that was left of the fortune of a few years
previous, and paid six thousand, six hundred dollars
for the interest of the promoters which made the
Amoureaux the sole owners of the townsite and
placed them in obvious control of the town's affairs,
and again in the white society they liked so well.</p>
<p>All the Calias lumber yards owned branch yards
at Amro and everybody continued to do a flourishing
business. The Amroites paid little attention
to the platting of the townsite to the north, nor
made a single effort to ascertain which survey the
railroad would follow, but continued to boast that
Amro would get the road. About this time Ernest
Nicholson<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</SPAN></span>
called a meeting in Amro, inviting all
the business men to be present and hear a proposition
that he had to make, stating he hoped the
citizens of the town and himself could get together
without friction or ill-feeling. The meeting was
held in Durpee's hall and everybody attended;
some out of curiosity, some out of fear, and but
few with any expectation or intention of agreeing
to move to the north townsite. Ernest addressed
the meeting, first thanking them for their presence,
then plunged headlong into the purpose of the
meeting. He explained that it was quite impossible
for the road to go to Amro, this he had feared
before a survey was made, but that he had ascertained
while in Chicago that the road would not
strike Amro. He then read a letter from Marvin
Hewitt, the "man of destiny," so far as the location
of the railroad was concerned, which stated that the
road would be extended and the depot would be
located on section twenty, which was the section
Ernest had purchased. Then he brought up the
matter of the distribution of lots which was, that
to every person who moved or began to move to
the new townsite within thirty days, one-half of the
purchase price of the lot would be refunded. The
price of the business lots ranged from eight hundred
to two thousand dollars, while residence lots were
from fifty to three hundred. "Think it over," he
said, in closing, and was gone.</p>
<p>Needless to say they paid little attention to the
proposition. The Amro Journal "roasted" and
cartooned the Nicholson Brothers in the same way
Megory papers had done, on account of the town of
Calias.</p>
<p>After<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</SPAN></span>
thirty days had elapsed, the Nicholsons
warned the people of Amro that it was the last
opportunity they would have to accept his proposition,
and when they paid no attention to his warning,
he named the new town. I shall not soon forget
how the people outside of the town of Amro laughed
over the name applied to the new town, as its application
to the situation was so accurate and descriptive
of later events, that I regret I must substitute
a name for the purposes of this story, but which is
the best I am able to find, "Victor."</p>
<p>Instead of moving to Victor, taking advantage
of choice of location and the purchase of a lot at
half price, the Amroites began making improvements
in their town, putting down cement walks
ten feet wide the length of the two business blocks
and walks on side streets as well. A school election
was called and as a result an eleven-thousand-dollar
school house was erected, a modern two-story building,
with basement and gymnasium. The building
was large enough to hold all the population of Amro
if all the men, women and children were of school
age, and still have room for many more. This act
brought a storm of criticism from the settlers, and
even many of the people of the town thought it
quite a needless extravagance; but Van Neter, who
was strong for education and for Amro, had put
it through and figured he had won a point. He was
the county superintendent. Most of the people
claimed the town would soon grow large enough
to require the building, and let it go at that.</p>
<p>People began drifting into Victor, buying lots
and putting up good buildings. Nicholsons announced
a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</SPAN></span>
lot sale and preparations began for much
active boosting for the new town. In the election
to be held a year later, they hoped to wrest the
county seat from Amro.</p>
<p>When Ernest Nicholson saw the improvements
being made in Amro and no sign of moving the
town, he began to scheme, and I could see that if
Amro wasn't going to move peacefully he would
help it along in some other way. However, nothing
was done before the lot sale, which was advertised
to take place in the lobby of the Nicholson Brothers'
new office building in Calias.</p>
<p>On the date advertised for the lot sale, crowds
gathered and many who had no intentions of investing,
attended the sale out of curiosity. I took
a crowd to Calias from Megory, among whom was
Joy Flackler, cashier of the Megory National Bank,
who stated that Frank Woodring had loaned the
Nicholsons fifty thousand dollars to buy the townsite.
Megoryites still held a grudge against the
Nicholsons, and Flackler seemed to wish they had
asked the loan of him so he might have had the
pleasure of turning them down.</p>
<p>The second day of the lot sale, a bunch of bartenders,
gamblers and Amro's rougher class appeared
on the scene and distributed handbills which
announced that Amro had contracted for a half
section on the survey north of the town and would
move in a body if moving was necessary. The
crowd styled themselves "Amro knockers," whose
purpose it was to show prospective lot buyers that
in purchasing Victor lots they were buying "a pig
in a poke." The knocking was done mostly in
saloons,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</SPAN></span>
where the knockers got drunk and were
promptly arrested before the sale started. The
sale went along unhindered. The auctioneer, standing
above the crowds, waxed eloquent in pointing
out the advantages, describing Sioux City on the
east and Deadwood and Lead on the west, and
explaining that eventually a city must spring up
in that section of the country, that would grow into
a prairie metropolis of probably ten thousand
people, and whether the crowd before him took his
eloquence seriously or not, they at least had the
chance at the choice of the lots and locations, and
eighty-four thousand dollars worth of lots were
sold.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</SPAN></span></p>
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