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  Grit slipped on his shirt and tucked it into his pants. "Let's get goin', Paulie. We'll get the wagon and buy all the stuff we need, then we'll head out tonight."
  
  "But we gotta file homesteads, remember?"
  
  "Alright, we'll do it right now," Grit said.
  
  Yankton was the capital for the entire Dakota Territory all the way to Canada, and Paulie asked around, and they soon found the recorder's office where homesteads were filed.
  
  "We wanna file homestead claims," Grit said to the clerk.
  
  "Okay, sir, we've got 'em numbered here on this map," the clerk said. "Where is the homestead located?"
  
  "On the Big Muddy just beyond where there's the tree-studded island in the river," Grit said.
  
  The clerk consulted a map and asked, "This one right here?" He showed Grit the map, who looked at it carefully.
  
  "That's the one, number 526 on your map," Grit said. "And I want to pay the $1.25 an acre and own the homestead outright."
  
  The clerk filled out the form, signed it and gave it to Grit. "That'll be a total of $210. That's $200 for the land and a $10 filing fee."
  
  When it was done, Paulie stepped up and said, "And I'd like to file on the one next to his to the west, number 527."
  
  "How old are you, young man?"
  
  Paulie hesitated a moment before lying, "Eighteen."
  
  The clerk eyed him, seeming to suspect Paulie might be lying, but he filled out the proper papers and asked, "You want to pay for the property?"
  
  "Yes, same as him."