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Show Unlike Nada, W'.hich spread over a couple hundred square miles, Lund was a dense huddle of a hamlet. It clustered by the railroad where the highway took off for Cedar and Southern Utah. The station and section houses, a small hotel for teamsters, "drummers" and railroad men, two general stores, a schoolhouse and a few shacks of dwellings made up the community of perhaps 200. That included transients who might remain overnight waiting for train or stage. All this was plopped down in an utterly barren clay flat, a "dry lake" except after a rain. To help relieve boredom, some baseball enthusiast or someone yearning to lead something rustled a team and collected enough cash from business men and players to purchase uniforms with "Lund" lettered across the chest. One argument for the venture was that Lund had enough dry lake bed for a hundred diamonds. Understandably the organizers shrank from bearding Cedar, Milford and Caliente first. Such sizable towns had numerous players to choose from, a sporting tradition, and a schedule already drawn up. But, the Lund promoters must have reasoned, those Nada sodbusters ought to be about the right size of patsy to warm up on. A victory at the outset would bolster morale and provide a talking point in getting future games elsewhere. For the Stephenson brothers to pledge Nada to the contest was risky. We had no team. But to give them credit, they set to work. They laid out a diamond on a clay flat close to Nada station, a small flat compared with Lund's, but large enough. With old railroad ties and woven wire contributed by Father from our store they cobbled up |