Friday, September 6, 2013

Wild West 101 – Part 2



From 1881 until his death in 1903, the patriarch of the Millers’ 101 Ranch, G.W. Miller, put together a cattle empire the likes of which the American West had never seen. It spread over 110,000 acres in the northern part of the Oklahoma Territory on land leased from the Ponca, Otoe, and Cherokee tribes. Pasturing thousands of head of cattle, a remuda of hundreds of horses, and a large herd of American bison, it had its own railroad, its own postal service, several schools and churches. They built their own network of roads for both ranch and public use, and they put in a telephone system to connect ranch headquarters with every foreman in the far reaches. After oil was discovered on the ranch, a refinery and electrical power plant were built. Every machine on the ranch ran on oil produced and refined by The 101 Ranch Oil Company, which eventually evolved into Conoco.

The Hundred and One, as it was called, had its own farming complex growing more than enough food for their own human and livestock consumption. Huge orchards produced bushel upon bushel of apples, cherries, and peaches. Buckets of grapes hung from lush arbors, and they harvested fresh vegetables from acres of gardens, plus wheat and corn and cotton. Of course, they had plenty of beef to eat, but they also raised pork and poultry and had a large dairy herd. They built a cider mill, a cannery, a tannery, an ice plant, a dairy, and a packing plant.

The cowhands and other ranch employees – over 300 of them – were paid in 101 scrip and coinage which they could use at the ranch laundry, café, and store. It’s said the company commissary, an imposing two-story structure, was more department store than trading post where one could buy anything from a shirt button to an automobile. The employees bought their clothes and groceries there, but it developed into a thriving tourist shop, too.

Although impressive, tourists didn’t flock to the 101 just to see the ranch operations. What eventually brought them in droves were productions of the Miller Brothers’ Wild West Shows. Around 1905, after some of the cowboys from the 101 put on roping, riding, and rodeo-ing exhibitions at local county fairs, the owner of a neighboring ranch southeast of The Hundred and One, suggested to the three Miller brothers that they produce their own wild west shows at the ranch. The eldest brother, Joseph, who ran the day-to-day operations of the ranch, thought that might be a good way to get publicity for the 101. He could already see the success the aforementioned neighbor, Gordon William “Pawnee Bill” Lillie, was having with his own shows, plus those of William “Buffalo Bill” Cody and Zach Mulhall.

Joe came up with a plan. In May, 1904 he accompanied his friend Frank H. Greer, the editor of the Guthrie, Oklahoma newspaper, to the St. Louis World’s Fair where the National Editorial Association was also holding their annual convention. Joe had in mind, with Greer’s influence, to convince the association members – editors and publishers of newspapers from across the country – to hold their next convention in Guthrie and The Hundred and One where he promised a show of cowboy and Indian acts that would “pop the eyes right out of their heads.” The group was intrigued and readily voted the venue for their 1905 convention.

When the date came around in June of 1905 Joe Miller and his brothers had put together a wild west
show that more than lived up to its year-long hyperbolic promotions. In addition to the National Editorial Association and the National Cattlemen’s Association, more than sixty thousand people from New York to Los Angeles flocked to witness the spectacle. The Millers had enclosed a thirty acre arena with grandstands that stretched for more than a mile, all filled to capacity. The elite, including those citified editors and publishers, stayed in the scores of Pullman cars the trains had brought them in; but most, the common folk, camped out. On those warm summer nights the lights of hundreds of campfires and glowing tents spread out for miles along the banks of the Salt Fork River.

P.T. Barnum had nothing as a promoter over Joe Miller. Most times he had a direct hand in the advancements, but Joe didn’t discourage rumors of the event’s grandiosity, either. In fact, he probably planted a few. One brochure stated that 500 cowboys and cowgirls would perform along with a thousand Indians, hundreds of buffalo, and that the great Apache chief Geronimo would be brought in to “shoot his last buffalo.”

Nobody really counted, but many, many mounted cowboys and cowgirls came into the arena at the Grand Entrance along with hundreds of Indians representing seven different tribes. Several marching bands were interspersed, and at the end a dozen Conestoga wagons trundled into the arena, driven by “pioneers.” 

Geronimo
The parade stretched out for a mile, and the old Chiricahua warrior was there as promised. Seven
troopers had escorted him up from Fort Sill where he’d been imprisoned. He was driven into the arena seated in a car, smiling and waving. Michael Wallis, in his definitive book on the 101, The Real Wild West, suggested Geronimo may have been amused at the idea of “shooting his last buffalo.” Fact was, the Apaches had quit hunting buffalo long before he was born. Actually, the targeted buffalo would be Geronimo’s first. And he did shoot it, or at least at it. He stepped from the automobile and fired the rifle handed to him. The first shot missed, so they chased the buffalo closer to the old chief. It took several shots to bring the animal down, some from the attending wranglers, but when it was all said and done, Geronimo was credited with the kill and received a standing O from the raucous crowd.

That first show at the Miller Brothers 101 Ranch was a rousing success and, as Joe hoped, it put the 101 on the map, not only for Americans, but Europeans as well. The 1905 show launched a run of Wild West shows that lasted for nearly three decades performing before boisterous adoring crowds, including kings and queens and presidents. They billed performers such as Tom Mix, Will Rogers, and an aging "Buffalo Bill" Cody. The sensational teenager Lucille Mulhall performed her astounding trick-riding and roping. The black cowboy, Bill Pickett, the inventor of the rodeo event of bulldogging, brought audiences to their feet with his courage and
Bulldoggin' Bill Pickett
daring when he leapt from his horse onto the neck of a running steer and brought it to the ground with a bite to the animal's upper lip.

At the onset of the Great Depression economic bad times hit the 101, and the shows had to close. Joe and the youngest brother George Jr. had died, leaving Zack to run the business, but in 1931 the ranch went into receivership. The land was divided and leased and all the personal property auctioned. The once great cattle empire and site of the greatest wild west shows on earth were scattered to the winds. Today all that’s left of the magnificent Hundred and One is a National Historic Marker off Highway 156 just west of Ponca City, Oklahoma.

To learn more about the 101, I highly recommend you pick up a copy of Michael Wallis's Western Heritage and Spur award-winning book The Real Wild West, The 101 Ranch and the Creation of the American West (St. Martin's Griffin, New York).


Phil Truman has authored three of what he calls, “Oklahoma-centric” novels.  Red Lands Outlaw, the Ballad of Henry Starra historical novel about the life and times of an Oklahoma outlaw, was a 2013 Peacemaker Award nominee and finalist for the 2013 Will Rogers Medallion for Western Fiction. His novel GAME, an American Novel is a sports inspirational about small town schoolboy football. Legends of Tsalagee weaves a tale of mystery and adventure in a small town. His western short story “Last Will for an Outlaw” appears in LaFrontera Publishing’s anthology, Dead or Alive, released June 2013. 
Phil’s website is: http://philtrumanink.com/


Thursday, September 5, 2013

Wolf Creek previews


Troy D. Smith

I'm using our Wolf Creek space this month to let you know what's coming around the pike for our little fictional town. I'll start with the upcoming volumes- release dates are approximate, by the way. Coordinating this many writers, most of them committed to the gills on other projects, makes it hard to be precise.

Wolf Creek 7: The Quick and the Dying (Sept. 15)

Everyone knows James Reginald De Courcey as a dapper English artist... but his former gang knows him as Samson Quick, notorious bank robber. He has cut all ties with the Hounds, but they have found him... and will only keep his secret if he agrees to help them pull one more job...



Wolf Creek 8: Night of the Assassins (Oct. 15)

Tsu Chiao, owner of The Red Chamber opium den, makes his move to get revenge on those who have crossed him and leverage in the criminal enterprises of Dogleg City. And he has sent word to his Tong associates in San Francisco to send outside help..



Wolf Creek 9: A Wolf Creek Christmas (Nov. 15)

This anthology will reveal further details about some of your favorite characters, and introduce several new ones, as the citizens of Wolf Creek prepare to celebrate the 1871 Yuletide season.


Wolf Creek 10: Stand Proud (Jan. 15)

Greedy land baron Andrew Rogers is strong-arming small farmers in Taylor County to sell out, and intends to drive off the citizens of the small Exoduster hamlet of Matthias and take their land. But the people of Matthias have some very determined friends in Wolf Creek...

Wolf Creek 11: The Dead of Winter (Mar. 15)

Andrew Rogers is tired of having his plans hamstrung by the peace officers of Wolf Creek -and his financial backers in Chicago are calling for results. Someone is going to have to die...





You will be meeting some new Wolf Creek citizens in our Christmas volume, and welcoming some new writers onto our project. Here is a brief description of some of those characters (and their creators)...

ROMAN HATCHETT (Jory Sherman)

Roman spent thirty years as a free trapper in the Rockies, but has finally accepted that the day of the mountain man is over. He heard his old friend Casto Haston, now a tanner, is doing well in Kansas due to the buffalo hide trade, so he has come south to try his hand at it. But trouble from his past has followed him...

GIB NORWOOD (Jacquie Rogers)

Gib Norwood owns a large dairy operation not far from town. Originally from South Carolina, Gib has two younger half-brothers -the twins Peter and Paul Norwood -who were not only his father's sons, but were once his slaves.

HUTCH HIGGINS (Big Jim Williams)

Hutch is a young farmer, originally from Ohio, who lives in a sod house with his wife and young daughter. He is hard-working abd respectable but -like many people in Wolf Creek -he is haunted by the ghosts of his violent past...

PHOEBE WRIGHT (Meg Mims)

A 40ish widow with the dreams of a reformer and the zeal of a missionary. She is a woman who aims to set things straight, no matter what. Just remember- Phoebe WRIGHT is never WRONG.

And that's only the beginning! We also have several fascinating new supporting characters coming onboard, which will give us material for many stories to come.


Keep your eyes peeled... we're hoping to get Wolf Creek 7 to you ahead of schedule!



















Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Champ Ferguson: The Vengeful Confederate in Civil War and Western Fiction



Troy D. Smith



It should come as a surprise to no one that the Civil War was a pretty violent affair. This was especially true in the border states, where loyalties were often divided, and where “brother against brother” was a literal description. Even when large military actions were not being undertaken, in such areas neighbor often turned against neighbor, sometimes in small guerrilla bands, and things became –well, very uncivil.

You already knew all this. However, I’m betting that when you think of such situations your first –and possibly only –thoughts run to the border states of Kansas and Missouri. There were plenty of candidates for infamy there- Quantrill, Bloody Bill Anderson, and on the other side the Jayhawkers of Senator Jim Lane. Martial law was declared, and the whole thing was a training ground for the James-Younger Gang.


It was just as bad, though, in a different region: the border of Tennessee and Kentucky. Very roughly speaking, Tennessee was about two-thirds pro-Confederate, and Kentucky was about two-thirds pro-Union- which provided plenty of opportunities for partisans on both sides to raid one another, and non-combatants stuck in the middle, often pursuing private vendettas along the way.


And no one was better at it than Champ Ferguson. Champ was born and raised in Albany, KY, across the state line from Jamestown, TN. This region –part of the Cumberland Plateau, the westernmost portion of the southern Appalachian Mountains –would later be the birthplace of the WWI hero Sgt. Alvin York, and was chosen by Louis L’Amour to be the home of his Sackett clan. When civil war came, eastern Tennessee and Kentucky –like northern Georgia, West Virginia, and western North Carolina –were strongly pro-Union. This is no coincidence, by the way; all those pro-Union strongholds were in Appalachia, a region where cotton could not be grown and therefore plantation slavery was not a basis for citizens’ lifestyles or self-identity.
Ferguson’s whole family was pro-Union… but Champ was a rebel, whether the ‘R’ is capitalized or not. There is also evidence that some pro-Confederate local officials offered to drop charges against Champ –who, in a brawl that started at a church camp meeting, had stabbed a Jamestown constable –if Champ agreed to fight for the Confederacy. If this is true, it goes without saying that those officials knew they would much rather have Champ with them than against them. Ferguson did just that, leading a large band of Confederate guerrillas throughout the war- harassing federal forces, scouting for Generals Joseph Wheeler and John Hunt Morgan, and terrorizing Unionists. One of his chief opponents on the other side was a Union guerrilla leader from Jamestown called Tinker Dave Beatty. Unless you were riding with them, you probably didn’t want to see either of these men coming down the road; often, whether they interpreted you as friend or foe depended more on any personal history they had with you or your family (and sometimes whether you had something they wanted) than your political beliefs. Things got too hot for Champ in the pro-Union Albany/Jamestown area, so early in the war he moved his family a few miles away to the strongly pro-Confederate White County, Tennessee, not far from Sparta. The Fergusons’ new adopted hometown welcomed them with open arms.




Champ’s career was a colorful one, attracting much attention during his lifetime. Rather than go into detail here, I will give you a link to an article I wrote about him a few years ago for Civil War Times Illustrated (but I must point out that, to my eternal consternation, the editors introduced a typo in the very first paragraph, calling Champ 20 years old when he was actually 40): http://www.historynet.com/champ-ferguson-an-american-civil-war-rebel-guerrilla.htm





At the end of the Civil War, a general amnesty was declared by the United States- anyone who had taken up arms against the Union was free to surrender without consequence. Champ did so- not realizing that the amnesty singled out two specific people who were not to receive it: Jefferson Davis and Champ Ferguson. Champ’s case was not helped by the fact that during the war he had once threatened to assassinate the governor of Tennessee, Andrew Johnson, who was now the new President. Ferguson was brought before a military tribunal in Nashville. Because he had never actually filled out any roster reports, or any other paperwork, and there was no record of his enlistment papers, he was not a soldier but an outlaw. All his killings, therefore, were murders. (It’s hard to argue with a lot of them- he was known to kill men who were his personal enemies while they were wounded or in their sickbeds, or after they had surrendered.) General Wheeler attested that, to his knowledge, Champ Ferguson was captain of a Confederate cavalry company –but to no avail. Champ was found guilty of 53 counts of murder –he had actually killed over a hundred men-and sentenced to hang.


The hanging was a national event, with journalists from around the country on hand. It occurred on October 10, 1865. Here is part of Ferguson’s final statement:
"I am yet and will die a Rebel … I killed a good many men, of course, but I never killed a man who I did not know was seeking my life. … I had always heard that the Federals would not take me prisoner, but would shoot me down wherever they found me. That is what made me kill more than I otherwise would have done. I repeat that I die a Rebel out and out, and my last request is that my body be removed to White County, Tennessee, and be buried in good Rebel soil."






Although Champ Ferguson’s ghost never stopped haunting the Upper Cumberland/Cumberland Plateau region of TN/KY –with formerly Confederate areas continuing to revere him as a Confederate martyr and former Union ones decrying him as a brutal thug –his name was forgotten in the rest of the country. When I wrote that Civil War Times article in 2002, there was only one available biography of Ferguson –written in 1940 by Thurman Sensing. Sensing’s biography was a good place to find primary sources listed, but the narrative itself was very slanted in favor of Ferguson and the Confederacy. Since 2002, Champ has been in the national spotlight a lot more, with cover articles in other history magazines, two new biographies, and prominent mentions in several books about guerrilla warfare and the Civil War in Appalachia. The biographies are CUMBERLAND BLOOD by Thomas Mays and CONFEDERATE OUTLAW by Brian McKnight (I highly recommend the latter, as McKnight has uncovered several previously unknown details.)


There is also a novel, written by yours truly a decade ago and re-released last year by Western Trail Blazer, called GOOD REBEL SOIL. It is one of my favorites from among my works. I chose to approach the story as a Greek tragedy: a likeable hero, with many good qualities, is undone by his fatal flaw (in Champ’s case, his anger) and inexorably drawn to his doom, knowing it approaches but unable to pull away from it. In many ways I consider this novel to be a bookend to my other Civil War epic, BOUND FOR THE PROMISE-LAND. One is about a white Confederate guerrilla, the other a black Union soldier. BOUND is the story of a man who struggles to overcome his own personal demons, and is ultimately redeemed; GOOD REBEL SOIL is about a man unable to overcome his demons, who spirals toward self-destruction.
So far, this blog may seem only tangentially related to the American West. However, there is another element to the Champ Ferguson story that touches very much on our literary genre. You see, when he was alive a lot of dramatic stories were told about Ferguson, and printed around the country. Here’s one of them: the reason Champ was so vengeful was that, at the beginning of the war, a company of Yankees was passing in front of his house when they saw his little five-year-old son innocently waving a Rebel flag. They shot him dead.
There’s one big problem with this story: Champ Ferguson didn’t have a five-year-old son at the beginning of the war. His only son died of fever, at age two or three, more than a decade before the war. People still believed the story, though, and people STILL repeat it in the Upper Cumberland.
Another story has had even more traction: one day, while Champ was away, a dozen or so Union soldiers came to his house. They forced his wife and teen-aged daughter to strip naked and cook them a meal in the nude, then drove them publicly down the road with whips. There was an implication they might have been raped. Thurman Sensing espoused this theory, going a step further and suggesting it was Champ’s older brother Jim who led the group. In this story, Champ is overwhelmed with righteous fury, and tracks down all the members of that party, one by one, and kills them mercilessly (and often horribly.) This explains his extreme brutality toward certain of his enemies, while he spared others. Historians are pretty well agreed that this story is probably as apocryphal as the five-year-old boy tale, and that Champ’s motives were not so righteous after all. Nonetheless –in my novel –I used this version, because it is so dramatic. Which is the difference between history and historical fiction, when you get down to it.
The “family outrage” story has another variant, one that was very widespread during Champ’s lifetime. In  this version, the Union soldiers don’t just humiliate and possibly rape Ferguson’s wife and daughter –they murder them, then burn down their house and barn. Champ, who heretofore has been undecided as to which side he is on, comes home and finds his family’s charred corpses in the ashes of their home. He stumbles away and sits on a log, grief-stricken, and when he gets hold of himself swears to exact vengeance on the killers and on Yankees in general.
This story was accepted as fact by a lot of people during the war, on both sides. It became a little problematic when Champ’s wife and daughter showed up for his trial and execution. Still, it was a powerful story, and one that I believe stayed in the public imagination long after most of the country forgot about Champ Ferguson.


And that brings us to my friend, historian Brian McKnight, and The Outlaw Josey Wales. As you may know, Clint Eastwood’s movie was based on GONE TO TEXAS, a novel by Forrest Carter –who also wrote the heartwarming memoir about growing up Cherokee, THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE TREE.

It was later discovered that Forrest Carter was actually a pseudonym for Asa Earl Carter, of Alabama (not Cherokee, by the way.) Carter was a speechwriter for Alabama governor George Wallace, famous for standing in a school doorway and saying “Segregation today, segregation tomorrow, and segregation forever!” (Carter wrote that speech.) Carter, a very active KKK member, was eventually fired because his racial views were too radical for Governor Wallace; there is evidence he probably knew Tennessee segregationist Thurman Sensing (Champ’s first biographer), at the very least they both wrote for the same segregationist journal.



Anyhow, McKnight has argued that- being from northern Alabama –Carter would have known the legends about Champ Ferguson. When he transitioned to western fiction, McKnight speculates, Carter combined the stories of Champ Ferguson and Bloody Bill Anderson to create Josey Wales. This is a lot more evident from reading the novel than watching the film. In the movie, we are introduced to Clint Eastwood as a Missouri farmer whose home is attacked by Union Jayhawkers. In the novel, we learn he had only recently moved his family to Missouri, and he was actually a “mountain man” from East Tennessee, who came from a long line of mountain clans who lived by the code of blood revenge. This adds a new dimension to the character, and also makes him a lot more similar to Champ Ferguson.

If you’re familiar with Bloody Bill Anderson of Missouri, you know that he actually did have a very personal, family-related reason to hate Yankees. Union soldiers had arrested his sisters and several other women, mostly relatives of his men, on charges of aiding the guerrillas; the jail they were in mysteriously collapsed, killing several, including one of Anderson’s sisters.
But an innocent farmer, with no dog in the fight, being attacked by Union partisans, who kill and burn his family? That is the wartime legend of Champ Ferguson.
I think McKnight is on to something with this theory- but I think there’s a lot more to it. For one thing, why did these (false) legends grow up around Ferguson to begin with?
Pro-Union Southerners had no reason to glorify Champ Ferguson –but Confederates did. To quote Isaac Hayes, Champ Ferguson was a bad-mother-shut-your-mouth. Some of the people he killed were little more than innocent bystanders –but some were Union guerrillas who were doing terrorizing of their own. Naturally, Champ would be a hero to the Rebel element of the Upper Cumberland. It’s a little hard to justify a hero, though, who goes around cutting people’s throats, shooting unarmed 14-year-old boys and old men, shooting up churches, killing surrendered and/or wounded prisoners, and so on. Unless you can THINK of a justification, and a good one. Why, the people he killed were not random, they were targets of a justifiable revenge vendetta. I also think it is interesting just why all the tales have Champ embarking on his reign of terror- it is to protect, or avenge, home and family, women and children, which is what many of them felt they were doing in resisting the “Yankee invader.” It didn’t matter that none of the facts fit. It was a darn good story, and it stuck. A lot of this is echoed in Thomas Dixon’s 1905 novel THE CLANSMAN, adapted to film in 1915 as BIRTH OF A NATION, in which white Southerners form the KKK as a way to protect Southern womanhood from the rapacious Yankees and their black minions. That is an extremely distasteful story for modern audiences, but it was hugely, hugely popular around the country when it came out.
And I think the stories about Champ stuck a lot more than McKnight has suggested. I think that, before long, variations of the burnt-home Champ tale were appearing regularly to give justification for “vengeful Confederate” characters. It is worth noting, by the way, that often (though not always) it is the Rebel veterans who are portrayed as outlaws (noble or ignoble) in traditional westerns, while it is the Union veterans who are the “law-and-order” men.
How many times have you seen the western hero return to find his home destroyed- usually burned –and his wife and child killed, then swear revenge on the Yankees who did it?
Alan Ladd in 1958’s THE PROUD REBEL.
THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES.
Liam Neeson in SERAPHIM FALLS (2007)
The hero of the TV series HELL ON WHEELS (2011)
JOHN CARTER, based on the Edgar Rice Burroughs Confederate soldier-turned-Martian warlord.
And there’s been some interesting variations:
Mel Gibson’s Revolutionary War-era Southern planter turned guerrilla in THE PATRIOT, in which the bad guys are Brits and Tories.
The classic George Gilman western novel series EDGE, in which it is a UNION officer who returns home and finds his home and family (in this case his little brother) destroyed by rapacious Yankees.








I’m sure there are a lot more. With many of them, the argument can be made that it was the influence of JOSEY WALES that contributed to their vengeful Confederate character. But even if that’s the case, I believe it was the legends built around Champ Ferguson while the war was still underway that endured and influenced Forrest Carter, whose work served to broadcast the trope even wider and deeper into American pop culture in general and the western genre in particular.


Whether you buy that argument or not, learn more about Champ Ferguson and his nemesis Tinker Dave Beatty- they’re fascinating. (I had an ancestor who rode with Beatty, and another who rode with a Confederate guerrilla band that often operated in conjunction with Champ’s.) And check out GOOD REBEL SOIL, I’m very pleased with how it turned out.
I’m going to close by quoting the text of two different historical markers.
Near Ferguson’s birthplace in Albany, Kentucky, one finds this marker erected in the town square in 1964:
CIVIL WAR TERRORIST
Champ Ferguson born here in 1821. Guerrilla leader with Confederate leaning, but attacked supporters of both sides throughout the war in southern Ky., Tenn. Over 100 murders ascribed to Ferguson alone. Hunted by both CSA and USA. Taken after end of war, convicted by US Army Court, Nashville, and hanged Oct. 20, 1865. Buried at home in White County, Tennessee.

Meanwhile, at Ferguson’s burial place in a quiet cemetery near the Calfkiller River in White County, a few miles from Sparta, Tennessee, this marker was erected in 1975 by the Sons of Confederate Veterans:
CAP’T CHAMP FERGUSON
(Confederate Guerilla)
Gen’l Morgan’s Cavalry was joined at Sparta, June 1862, by Champ Ferguson, as guide for Morgan’s invasion into Kentucky. Cap’t Ferguson, and his co-fighters, were the only protection the people of the Cumberland and Hickory Valley area had against the Federal guerillas during the Civil War.

Ferguson was hanged by the Federals, in Nashville, but by his request, buried here in White County.

 
buy GOOD REBEL SOIL here!

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Western Fictioneers Presents: Peacemaker Tales



As you're probably aware, we've been releasing mini-anthologies of short stories nominated for Western Fictioneers' Peacemaker Awards, with three such volumes available. We actually have a couple of related announcements on the subject today...


First off, all five 2012 Peacemaker finalists -including the winner, Wayne Dundee's "Adeline" -are available for 99 cents in THE PEACEMAKERS VOLUME 4. That's about 30,000 words of quality fiction, a steal for under a buck. 





Of course, you might prefer to get those stories in a different format. All four of those Peacemaker mini-anthologies are also available in one big volume, called PEACEMAKER TALES. This one has (with the exception of one story whose rights are currently unavailable) every single story nominated for a Peacemaker Award in the first three years of WF's existence. That's almost four hundred pages of great stories, some of which are surely destined to be considered classics. It is available in both ebook and paperback form. The paperback version would make a perfect Christmas gift for anyone on your list, including yourself.

Both books are available at amazon and smashwords (through which it will be available for most other platforms, including B&N, soon.)



PEACEMAKER TALES: Amazon     Smashwords     Createspace (coming very soon)

Peacemakers Vol. 4: Amazon   Smashwords

Monday, September 2, 2013

THE HISTORY OF LABOR DAY

How many of us know the facts about why Labor Day was created? Here's an article straight from the "horse's mouth" -- the U.S. Dept. of Labor-- about the history of Labor Day! By the way, just out of curiosity, has anyone here ever written a story where Labor Day was mentioned?

The History of Labor Day--CREDIT: The United States Department of Labor

Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means

Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.


Labor Day Legislation

Through the years the nation gave increasing emphasis to Labor Day. The first governmental recognition came through municipal ordinances passed during 1885 and 1886. From these, a movement developed to secure state legislation. The first state bill was introduced into the New York legislature, but the first to become law was passed by Oregon on February 21, 1887. During the year four more states — Colorado, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York — created the Labor Day holiday by legislative enactment. By the end of the decade Connecticut, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania had followed suit. By 1894, 23 other states had adopted the holiday in honor of workers, and on June 28 of that year, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories.


More than 100 years after the first Labor Day observance, there is still some doubt as to who first proposed the holiday for workers.

Some records show that Peter J. McGuire, general secretary of the Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners and a cofounder of the American Federation of Labor, was first in suggesting a day to honor those "who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold."

But Peter McGuire's place in Labor Day history has not gone unchallenged. Many believe that Matthew Maguire, a machinist, not Peter McGuire, founded the holiday. Recent research seems to support the contention that Matthew Maguire, later the secretary of Local 344 of the International Association of Machinists in Paterson, N.J., proposed the holiday in 1882 while serving as secretary of the Central Labor Union in New York. What is clear is that the Central Labor Union adopted a Labor Day proposal and appointed a committee to plan a demonstration and picnic.

The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.

In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a "workingmen's holiday" on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.

The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take was outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.

The character of the Labor Day celebration has undergone a change in recent years, especially in large industrial centers where mass displays and huge parades have proved a problem. This change, however, is more a shift in emphasis and medium of expression. Labor Day addresses by leading union officials, industrialists, educators, clerics and government officials are given wide coverage in newspapers, radio, and television.

The vital force of labor added materially to the highest standard of living and the greatest production the world has ever known and has brought us closer to the realization of our traditional ideals of economic and political democracy. It is appropriate, therefore, that the nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the creator of so much of the nation's strength, freedom, and leadership — the American worker.


Now you know! Everyone have a safe, happy holiday!

Sunday, September 1, 2013

The Little Colorado River Settlements



My younger brother is putting together a history of our dear mother, who died in 2000 at the age of 85. Her grandparents were among the 200 families selected and called by Brigham Young in 1876 to settle on the Little Colorado River. Discussion of the settlement of the west, especially in the great basin between the Rocky Mountains on the east and the Sierra Nevada Mountains on the west, would in no way be complete without considering the Mormons.

Still, knowledge of the Little Colorado River stretches back for centuries. They say Coronado crossed it in 1540. In 1583 Antonio de Espejo’s expedition probably crossed the Little Colorado on its way to silver mines in the region of today’s Prescott, Arizona. Father Francisco Garces, a missionary from New Spain, visited the Hopi villages in July 1776, and the journey took him into the Little Colorado Valley. He called it Rio Jaquesila and approached it from the southwest. Then, as in 1876, the river was muddy. He said, “It was running water enough, but very dirty and red, that it could not be drunk; but in pools of the border of the river there was good water.”

Lt. Lorenzo Sitgreaves, for home the Sitgreaves National Forest is named, wrote of the Little Colorado in his topographical report of September 27, 1851.

The well-marked trail we had hitherto followed brought us at length to the Little Colorado, which it crosses, continuing on south to the Salt River, a tributary of the Gila.

At this point, the Little Colorado is an insignificant stream, divided into several small channels, flowing through a narrow valley destituyte of timber, but covered with a thick growth of rank unnutritious grass. The hills bounding it on either side are of gradual slope, with here and there a rocky point, of a conglomerate of gray sandstone and pebbles jutting out into the bottom.

Sitgreaves later described the area where the four Mormon Little Colorado settlements would later be located.

The river, winding to the north, gave us a straight course across the high land, soft and sandy, as usual, and frequently intersected by deep ravines, until we again encountered it, flowing now between bluff sandy banks fringed with cottonwood trees, and presenting at length the appearance of a river, but still with little water in its bed.

Reports about the area were less than comforting. Even early Mormons found the Little Colorado Valley too forbidding for the most part. In 1873, Some Mormons from Utah under the leadership of Horton D. Haight found the valley so uninviting that they turned around and went back to Utah.

The Mormons called to settle the Little Colorado river country saw a landscape that was sandy and barren, but the early explorers saw that the river offered some potential for cultivation of crops. Those sent by Brigham Young were affected by the terrain in different ways. Some were discouraged by the desolate land. Others saw themselves with a calling to extend the boundaries of Zion and were determined to made the best of the situation.

One of those Mormon families was headed by John Bushman, my maternal great grandfather. Another was headed by William Temple Oliver, another maternal great grandfather. These families were called missionaries by their church leadership.

A flier came from Salt Lake City, telling the missionaries how to gear themselves up for the settlement. Notice that it says “For two persons.”

Diaries survive of the move from Utah (as far north as Lehi in the case of my own progenitor). The interesting thing about these diaries, according to “Colonization of the Little Colorado,” is that they “never said a word about the tedium of the journey, or the lack of comforts.”

These were the people who “opened up the west.”

The vanguard reached Joseph City (then called Allen’s Camp) March 24, 1876. The journey took forty-eight days. This vanguard consisted of thirty wagons, all drawn by horse or mule teams. The rest of the missionaries came as they could. For example, George Dabling wrote that he was “all safe and sound after being on the road for six months.” Franklin Grey arrived at Allen’s Camp December 15, 1876, after a little over ten months on the road.

They fought to get to the Little Colorado, and they fought to stay. Four communities were established: Sunset, Brigham City, Obed, and Joseph City. Only Joseph City survives.


This very short summation of how Joseph City came to be is taken from Colonization on the Little Colorado, and from various family histories.

The Joseph City Trail extended from Logan, somewhat north of Salt Lake City, to Joseph City, farthest east of the four Little Colorado settlements.















Lee's Ferry as seen by many pioneers. Notice the road leading up onto the flat on the far side of the ferry. Imagine taking that incline with horses or oxen and wagons.











The nearly 500-page history of my maternal great grandmother, a woman too sickly to make the first trip to Joseph City, but who in the end raised 12 children.














The list of supplies suggested to "missionaries" to the Little Colorado valley. This list is what was needed for two people. Imagine getting it into one wagon with enough space to sleep there as well.














Page 448 of I Will Sing shows a Bushman Reunion held in my home town of Show Low.
The little 4-year-old boy sitting eighth from the right on the front row,
not counting the dog, is yours truly.