It could only be guessed that "Chadron" was somewhere in the vicinity of the creek bearing that name, for the town still "lay a bornin" in the mind of Egan.

The Journal, week after week, told of the wonderful White river valley, "the garden spot of the western Nebraska, beyond the sand hills ;" of the fertility of the soil ; the ideal climate ; the pure atmosphere, and the soft sunshine unsurpassed elsewhere, facts so familiar to the native of Dawes county today.

The Journal did much in helping to bring settlers and others. Egan was a broad minded, talented fellow of 25, with a wife and young

Richards, (who in later years became the governor of Wyoming), a perfect type of the educated and polished New England gentleman, to Opportunity Hank, a typical frontier tinhorn gambler, who was in the habit of greeting a newcomer with a wild stare, with nostrils extended and eyes blazing, accompanied by some lingo of words, such as "I'm a fighting man ; I can whip my weight in wild cats. I can I guess." followed by a nasal snort which cannot be described in words, but which conveyed the impression that he was ready and willing to prove the assertion, but Hank was a bluffer through and through.

child when he "homesteaded" on Chadron creek, and is deserving of grateful remembrance for the large part he played in the establishment and upbuilding of the town of Chadron and in furthering the speedy settlement of the county. It was mainly due to his stand and influence that the town was named Chadron, as the railroad company had determined upon the name of Bordeaux.