Field Worker: Maurice R. Anderson
Date: May 26, 1937
Name: Mr. Charley W. Grant
Residence: Wynnewood, Oklahoma
Date of Birth: December 25, 1867
Place of Birth: Alabama
Father: J.T. Harrison, born in Alabama
Mother: Jane, born in Alabama
I came to the Indian Territory in 1877. My father and I left Alabama
in a wagon, working two mules and two oxen. We were seven weeks on the road.
We came to old Mill Creek in the Chickasaw nation and my father rented some land
from Governor Harris. We didn't have much money, so to keep ends meeting, my father
got a job hauling freight from Denison, Texas to Mill Creek, and I did the farming while
he was gone on these trips. He would work the two mules to haul the freight with,
and that left the two old oxen for me to farm with. When father wasn't hauling
freight we would use both teams in the field.
I remember there was a government stage line from Caddo to Fort Sill.
I have seen the Indians hauling freight from Caddo to Fort Sill. There were
forty-two wagons in this train, and there were six little mules to each wagon. A
soldier from Fort Sill was the boss over this wagon train. I remember one of their
trips they camped at Governor Harris' place one night and Governor Harris gave them a
steer to eat. There were several white men at Governor Harris' place and Governor
Harris wanted to show the white men how the Comanche Indians ate. I was about eleven
years old, and, boy-like, I wanted to see them myself. The Indians killed the steer
and skinned it. They ate every bit of it except the heart and they never cooked it.
After they got the steer skinned they were like a pack of wolves. I was
standing next to the soldier who was boss over them and an Indian cut a big chunk off of
the steer's liver and began eating it. I said to the soldier, "Why don't they
cook the steer?" He said, "Why don't a horse cook hay?"
Right then, I saw it didn't pay to ask questions.
My father got a contract putting up hay for the government and he would
get an order for so many tons to be stacked at some stage stop between Mill Creek and
Whitebead Hill. We would cut this hay and haul it to the place where they wanted it
stacked. Some soldiers would come along and measure the stack and tell how many tons
of hay there were in each stack. My father would say, "They measured the stacks
and guessed how many tons there were in each."
On this stage line from Caddo to Fort Sill, they worked four horses and
the driver would be sitting on top of the coach and the coaches looked like they were
under-slug, or like a sway-back horse. We were putting up hay along this stage line
near Cherokee Town on the Washita River, north of where Wynnewood is now and I remember
seeing them pass. The horses would be going in a long trot. Their schedule
time was about ten miles per hour. They were like trains, sometimes late. You
could tell when they were late. The driver would be crowding the horses and making
them do all they could. When they run into a stage stop, where they were supposed to
change horses, another driver would have his horses harnessed up and ready to go. As
soon as the old driver could drop the traces and run his horses out, a new driver would
run his horses in, hook the traces, and climb to the driver's seat, pop his whip and away
When the railroad started building through Wynnewood, I was working for
Mr. Noah Lael, who lived north of Wynnewood a few miles. Mr. Lael was a big
cattleman and farmer who took the contract to clear the right-of-way through the river
bottoms north of Wynnewood, and another young man, who was also working for Mr. Lael, and
I were given the job of cutting the trees off of the right-of-way through the river
bottom. We had to saw the trees within six inches of the ground and sometimes we
would have to lay on our stomach to use the saw. We used oxen to drag the trees off
My father built the first hotel at Wynnewood. It was an old two
story building made out of lumber hauled from Stringtown, and the foundation was made out
of oak logs.
When the railroad company started laying the steel there were about one
hundred and fifty Irishmen working on the job. My father had the contract to feed
them. After my mother died, my father married again and I have seen my step-mother
boil a ten gallon wash pot full of eggs at one meal for the railroad men.
The U.S. Marshals would come through here taking prisoners to Fort Smith,
Arkansas. They would haul them in wagons and if they had too many to haul they would
drive some of them, handcuffed to a long chain. They would line the prisoners up in
two's and run a chain between them. I remember one time after I had been working for
Mr. Lael, two U.S. Marshal's, Heck Thomas and Mr. Mashon, camped at Governor Harris' place
one night and I happened to be there at the time. They were taking three men to Fort
Smith to face murder charges. I was acquainted with all three men. Their names
were Mr. Lamb, Albert O'Dell and a Negro called "Bullet". The next morning
before they left, O'Dell gave me his spurs and said, "I won't need them where I am
going". These three men were hung at Fort Smith, Arkansas.
Two men and I helped Mr. Lorance drive three hundred head of steers from
Saint Joe, Texas to Wynnewood. That was my first cattle drive and at that time I
hoped it would be my last drive. Some people may think it is easy to sit on a horse
and keep a herd of steers moving and keep them in line. It is hard work, unless you
are riding a cow horse that knows just what to do.
When I first went to work for Mr. Lael, I had to haul the cotton to Mill
Creek, that being the nearest gin at that time. Later Zack Gardner built a gin east
of Pauls Valley on the Washita River. The only land that was fenced then was
cultivated land and it was fenced with rail fences. I helped Mr. Lael put up the
first wire fence around Wynnewood. We fenced a small pasture for his milk cows and
I made the Run in 1889. There were five of us made the Run together
and we were looking for some bottom land. I didn't want this prairie land and that
was why I did not stake a claim.
I remember the time, we were all riding horses and they were fast horses.
We camped that evening on Cottonwood Creek east of Guthrie and the next morning we
saddled our horses and were headed for home. We had ridden a few miles from where we
had camped that evening before and we rode up on a man breaking ground with an ox team.
I said to him, "You sure did do some fast traveling". He laughed
and said, "I have a fast team".
At one time I had the lease on several hundred acres of farming land.
I never did much farming myself. I always had good tenants on these farms and
they have raised lots of corn and cotton and I dealt in cattle and hogs for several years,
but now I live at Wynnewood where I have been nearly all my life. I am now drawing
the old age pension check.