When Hank's next _Eye-Opener_ come out, one hull side of it was covered with a map of Briggs City--drawed three mile square, so's to take in what Mrs. Bergin had left. Under the map it said, "_The left-hand cross marks the position of the West Oklahomaw Observatory, which is to be built on top of Rogers's Butte, and the cross in the Andrews Addition marks the spot where the great Sanatarium'll stand._" (Say! it was gittin' to be a cold day in Briggs when somebody didn't start a grand, new institootion!) "_Why,_" goes on Shackleton, in that piece of hisn, "_breathin' that fine crick-bottom air, and on a plain diet--say, of bread and clabbered milk, a sick person oughta git cured up easy, and a healthy person oughta live more'n a hunderd years._" (Wal, as far as _I'_m concerned, if I had to eat clabbered milk a hunderd years, I'd ruther _die!_) Next thing, two 'r three of the boys got into a reg'lar jawin'-match over some property. Chub Flannagan wanted to start a new paper called the _Rip-Saw_. Shackleton, a-course, didn't want he should. Right in front of that real-estate feller's, Chub drawed a gun on Hank. And Monkey Mike had to interfere 'twixt them. "I got a right to do what I please on my own land," yells Chub. "Wal, I'll buy you' blamed lots," says Shackleton, "but I don't stand fer compytition. Here, agent, what's Chub's block worth?" The dude reckoned it was worth five hunderd. And Shackleton dug down like a man! The rest of us done a turrible lot of buyin' and sellin' right after that--one to the other. The sheriff sold to Sam Barnes (fer a chaw of t'bacca); Bill Rawson, he sold to me (on tick); Hairoil Johnson to Dutchy, and so forth. 'R, it'd be like this: "Bet you a lot I can jump the furth'est." "Bet you cain't." Then real estate 'd change hands, and the _Tarantula_ 'd talk about "a lively market." A-course, the dude and Porky, and the doc and the new parson was doin' some buyin', too. 'Fore long, they owned all Bergin had, and Shackleton's, and Chub's, and Rawson's, and Johnson's, and mine. And they picked out a place fer the Deef, Dumb, and Blind Asylum; and named ole man Sewell fer President of the Briggs City Pott'ry works. [Illustration: "_I'll buy you blamed lots, but I don't stand fer compytition_"]