Distinctive Styling In
Western Bedding & Home Decor

 

In This Issue:

 

 

Tailed 'Em Across Red River
By Gus Staples, Skidmore, Texas

One beautiful spring morning in 1876, our bunch pulled out for Dodge City, Kansas, with a herd of cattle. Bob Jennings and George Lyons were the bosses. After we had been on the trail about three weeks we encountered a severe cold spell during which my saddle horse froze to death. The blizzard was accompanied by rain which froze as it hit our slickers, and we suffered from the extreme cold. We stayed with the cattle as long as we could and finally the boss said, "Let 'em go to hell, boys, and we'll go to the campfire."

We rustled all the wood out of the creek bottom and kept busy roasting first one side and then the other. When we reached Forth Worth the weather had moderated considerably. That is where I saw the first railroad. We renewed our supply of grub here and went on our way.

When we got to Red River it looked to me to be more than a mile wide, and I did not fancy going across, but I was six hundred miles from home, and it was either turn back or grab an old cow by the tail and let her pull me across, so I tailed her and reached the other side safely.

When we were in Indian Territory we experienced many thunder storms and heavy rains. Saw many Indians, too. While we were passing through Valley Mills, George Lyons and I traded our pistols off for horses, and as we were in the Indian Territory where Indians were numerous, I often wished for my pistol, and was ready to swap jobs with the cook.
 

 


Goldia Bays Malone

1981 Cowgirl Honoree Texas

While studying trick riding, Goldia was hired for the Malone Wild West Show. As Goldia Fields, she performed with the Wild West Show, trick riding and competing in rodeo events. She was the only woman to ride the famous bull "Funeral Wagon." Farming after she retired from rodeo , she was honored for her long years with the 4-H and FFA Clubs. 

Goldia Bays "Fields" Malone


A Member of Congress (1922)
Claude Hudspeth, El Paso, Texas

I was born in a little log cabin that stood on the banks of the Medina River, one mile below the town of Medina, in Bandera county, forty four years ago. (1878)

I worked as a cowboy from the time I could sit in the saddle and whirl a lasso until this present hour, having just returned from my ranch on Devil's River, where I rounded up and delivered in person a herd of steers at the railroad station at Barnhart, some distance from my ranch.

My father was a frontier sheriff. He was away from home a great deal of the time running down outlaws and cattle thieves who infested that country in the days when the good right hand was the chief protection that was afforded the citizenship of that country, exercised by efficient peace officers of that day. I worked for some of the old time pioneers of that section, namely John R. Blocker, Eugene McKenzie, and many others.

I have held the offices of State Representative, State Senator, District Judge, and am now serving my second term in Congress. In my early life my principal job was a cook in a cow camp where cowboys will testify, some of them that survived, "that I cooked things that nobody could eat." The boss, wishing to promote, and also to prevent indigestion among the men, elevated me to the position of horse wrangler. There was hardly an old time trail driver that I have not met up with, and for whom I hold the highest esteem, love and friendship.

My education consists of three months in a log cabin out on the banks of the Medina, where I thoroughly mastered the contents of Webster's Blue-back speller and reader combined. This constitutes the curriculum and the extent of my literary studies. June 19, l922.


Texas Fact
In 1900, the approximate county population of Texas was 3,048,710.
In 2010, the population of Texas State is 25,373,947.

Texas Wisdom
Life offers no obstacles - only challenges!


Deaf Smith County, Texas
Deaf Smith County, Texas, was named for "Erastus "Deaf" Smith, a Texas scout and Indian Fighter and also a participant in the Battle of San Antonio and the Battle of San Jacinto. He was born in New York on April 19, 1787.
Smith was "hard of hearing" at an early age, which caused him to "remain silent and fond of solitude". This led him to become observant and get to know the land around him well. In turn, this enabled him to pass valuable information for the Texas revolution. His monument says, "Deaf Smith, The Texas Spy."


Stagecoach The Beginning of Stagecoach Lines
STAGECOACH LINES were established in Texas around the fall of 1835. Creating in the beginning for postal routes through government contracts, they were short, as the line between Houston and Harrisburg in 1837. Stagecoach travel was full of danger from bandits and hostile Indians. Especially true in "frontier" areas such as the country around San Antonio and Austin. In 1840, a stagecoach line was started between Austin and Houston. The three day trip cost 20 cents a mile! On September 20, 1851, Henry Skillman was granted a contract to provide mail service from San Antonio to Santa Fe via El Paso. The first San Antonio-El Paso Mail stage departed on November 3, 1851.
One of the most famous stagecoach operations in Texas was the Butterfield Overland Mail. This overland route was headed by John Butterfield of Utica, New York, and ran from St. Louis and Memphis, crossing the Red River at Colbert's Ferry in Grayson County and continuing across Texas for 282 miles to El Paso, swung south across a barren plain between the Concho and Pecos rivers, where water was in short supply, past Horsehead Crossing on the Pecos, up the east bank to Pope's Camp, where it crossed the river, hugged the west bank northwestward to Delaware Spring, and then turned westward through Guadalupe Pass to Nueco Tanks and El Paso. From there it continued westward through Tucson and Fort Yuma to San Diego, California. SuBee Enterprises, Inc. & Bartel's Mancos Valley Stageline

A Story of Charlie Packhurst
Driving a stagecoach, full of passengers, loaded with baggage, mail and probably gold dust over the Sierra Nevadas was a hair-raising operation. It required skilled drivers who took danger and hardship in stride.

Charlie Parkhurst was one of the earliest and best of these drivers. He drove for nearly 20 years in California. Twice Charlie was held up. The first time, without a gun, he was forced to throw down the strongbox. The second time Charlie was prepared. When he heard the command to halt, he whirled, fired a shot gun blast into the chest of the outlaw and escaped.

Toward the end of the 1860s. Charlie had had enough of the mud, the dust and the ruts. His hands were crippled with rheumatism and he retired. He opened a stage station and saloon on the road between Watsonville and Santa Cruz. Later, he did some cattle ranching and, after he could no longer sit in a saddle, raised chickens near Aptos.

Finally, old age and failing health drove him to a small cabin near Watsonville where he died on December 29, 1879.

Very little is known about Parkhurst before or after he came West. He was born somewhere in New Hampshire and as a youngster ran away to Providence, R.I., either from his uncle's farm or an orphanage. He got a job as a stable boy. It was natural to become a driver and Charlie drove steadily before coming to California in 1850.

He was small (only about 5'6"), slim and wiry, with alert gray eyes. He rarely smiled but was well liked, Apparently shy, Parkhurst never volunteered information about himself. Not an uncommon trait in those days. When he did speak it was in an oddly sharp high pitched voice.

When his body was prepared for burial, it was discovered that Charlie was a woman! And, a doctor maintained, at some point in her life, a mother. When Charlie cast a ballot in an election on November 3, 1868, he became the first woman to vote - 52 years before that right was guaranteed to women by the 19th Amendment.


SNUFF BOXES
By David J. Dill

I took my Yearlings
To the feed lot today.
And I wrote a new poem,
Thanks to the boss, Robert J.

He liked my rhyme
"Bout a cowboys truck,
'Cause at workin' with cowboys,
He's had lots a luck.

He said "Cowboys ...God loves them,
And I do too.
But their book keepin' and memos,
Need replaced,
Somethin' new.

They keep books an' memos on the bottom,
Of a box of snuff.
Readin' and understandin'
Sometimes gets tuff.

The real problem
He says it seems
Is the last time that snuff box
Comes out'a them jeans.

They toss it
without givin' a thought
To the sufferin'
All them lost memos have brought.

But the'll saddle their hoss
To go pick it up.
Out there in the feed lot
Amongst the mud and the muck.

If they'd just write all them figures
On the brim of their hat.
When they were needed
They'd know where there at.

'Cause a cowboy may loose notes on snuff boxes
And stuff like that.
But if he ain't lost his head
He ain't lost his hat.


References:
The Trail Drivers of Texas
Compiled and Edited by J. Marvin Hunter
Introduction by B. Byron Price
University of Texas Press, Publisher 1992


Texas Folklore and Cowboy Songs
by J.Frank Dobie

"Hopi Kachinas" by Barton Wright
Northland Publishing, 1994


Sharps Rifles and Spanish Mules:
The San Antonio-El Paso Mail, 1851-1881

College Station: Texas A & M University Press, 1985


Texas: The Drama of Its Postal Past
Fredericksburg, Maryland: American Philatelic Society, 1970

Online Payment Service