Seth King Humphrey, The Indian Dispossessed — Dividing the Spoils (1906)
“ The boomer turns from the shivering form to the little half-mile of land dancing in the hot sun before his feverish eyes, and mutters, "Mine, mine!" Which of these two is the more miserable victim of the Government's gambling scheme? Evening comes, and with it the wind dies down. The dry air quickly cools. The great rush has left its members scattered over the prairie—far too many of them for the rewards it had to offer, but the interminable fights, disputes, and lawsuits over the spoils are for other days. ”
