Friday, July 25, 2025

The Far West Steamboat by Zina Abbott


In the days before railroads reached the Dakota and Missouri territories, the fastest form of transportation was by steamboat. One of the best known steamboats, or riverboats, was the Far West. Built in 1870 for the Coulson Packet Company, it was designed as a packet boat specifically for what was then known as the Upper Missouri River trade—or the part of the river between its headwaters high in the Rocky Mountain down to Sioux City, Iowa. (Packets are medium-sized boats designed mainly for domestic mail and freight transport.)

Representative of several of the steamboat packets that plied the upper Missouri River the Far West steamship had a shallow hull and three levels, but only two decks. It was a light vessel with powerful engines, a hull with limited water resistance, and a low profile that reduced wind resistance on the particularly windy rivers such as the upper Missouri and Yellowstone.

The Far West  was able to steam at higher speeds than average, allowing her to set a number of speed records for both upstream and downstream travel on the Missouri and the Yellowstone. 


 

By virtue of her shallow draft and her ability to "grasshopper" over sand bars (using spars and steam capstans (A capstan is a vertical-axled rotating machine developed for use on sailing ships to multiply the pulling force of sailors when hauling ropes, cables, and hawsers. The principle is similar to that of the windlass, which has a horizontal axle on the front of the boat to lift the boat and swing it forward a few feet at a time.) she was famous for being able to get through shallow channels and low water conditions on the Yellowstone and Missouri Rivers that turned back other steamboats.

Captain Grant Marsh

The Far West’s first Captain was Grant Marsh, a man who had worked on steamboats for thirty-two years, ever since the age of twelve. Prior to being assigned to the Far West, he had captained the Coulson packet, Josephine.

Generally, Far West and its sister boats sailed between Sioux City or Yankton, Dakota Territory up river to the head of navigation, which was Fort Benton, Montana Territory. During the period of the fur trade with the various upper Plains tribes, Fort Benton was known as the busiest trade center in the West.

The Coulson Packet Company also contracted with the Department of the Interior to deliver Indian annuities to various agents for distribution to the tribes required under various treaty obligations. Likewise, it contracted with the U. S. Army for transport of men and supplies to the various upriver forts and camps, as well as transporting supplies for various expeditions. One of the most notable Army expeditions in which the Far West played a key role was the three-prong Centennial Campaign, also known as the Bighorn-Yellowstone Campaign.

Part of the difficulty of conducting any military campaign in the Missouri Territory was getting animals, wagons, and freight across the rivers—those flowing south to north into the Missouri River. In addition to hauling food, fodder, ammunition, supplies, and personnel, steamboats such as the Far West were used to shuttle these across the rivers.


Upon learning he would captain the Far West on the Army’s 1876 expedition against the Northern Plains Indians, Capt. Marsh proudly displayed the Coulson Packet Company’s elk’s head symbol on the pilot house of the boat. Coulson Packet Company issued this symbol to the captain of the fastest vessel in the company.

Upper Missouri and related rivers flowing into Yellowstone and 1876 Centennial Campaign

Brigadier General Terry’s last orders to Brig. Col. Custer advised him to meet the Far West at the “juncture of the Horn and Little Horn, if navigation permits” at the expiration of his carried fifteen-day supply of rations, which would have been July fourth. The qualifier “if navigation permits” always applied to the constant changes in the Missouri, Yellowstone, and surrounding rivers, since water levels and other hazards change from day to day.

Captain Marsh accepted the phrase, “if navigation permits,” as a challenge. He piloted the Far West to where those two rivers joined before tying his steamboat to a large tree. This would have been at the absolute upper reaches of navigation for any boat ascending the Bighorn River, and it was less than fifteen miles from the site of the famous June 25, 1876 “Last Stand” battle between the U.S. Army and the Sioux and Northern Cheyenne.


The exact date of the arrival of the Far West at this location is uncertain, but it was there on the evening of June twenty-sixth when a lookout cried “Indians!” and the crew jumped to their combat stations. What they saw were Sioux and Northern Cheyenne warriors chasing Curly, a Crow Army scout, who witnessed the destruction of all the men in Brig. Col. Custer’s command. He used sign language to express what happened.

Within hours, several soldiers arrived with the same news as Curly, along with the message that fifty-two wounded soldiers from the battered battalions of Captain Frederick Benteen and Major Marcus Reno were on their way to the Far West. Brig. Gen. Terry ordered the transfer of the wounded to take place at night, in cooler conditions and at a time less vulnerable to Indian attack. The wounded were brought to the boat by horse-drawn litters to minimize the jarring of the suffering soldiers.

Capt. Marsh directed a main deck mattress to be made. The men prepared a 12-inch-thick bed by gathering lush green prairie grass and covering it with canvas. The sacks of food supplies were relocated along the outer edge of the first deck to serve as a shield against any attacks. As they arrived, the wounded men were placed on this mattress. Only one doctor was available to attend them.


On July third, when the last of the wounded were stabilized and Brig. Gen, Terry, who had use the Far West as his headquarters, moved his headquarters ashore. Capt. Marsh then ordered the Far West underway, bound for Fort Abraham Lincoln, 920 miles downstream. He returned the wounded men to the fort where the campaign had begun its westward march in May. At several riverside Army forts along the way, Marsh stopped long enough to share the news. From one of these stops a telegraph operator transmitted the details of the Custer defeat to Fort Lincoln. It was then forwarded to the War Department in Washington, D.C.

The passage of the Far West from the mouth of the Little Bighorn to Fort Lincoln, near Bismarck, was made in fifty-four hours, at an average speed of seventeen knots, with the boat traveling night and day. This trip set a record that was never broken. Only two of the wounded soldiers died. The compelling mission to return these soldiers to their home fort and proceed upriver again to support the campaign gave all onboard the Far West the motivation to push the boat and themselves to the limit.

Capt. Marsh expedited the loading of provisions and returned to the mouth of the Bighorn. Beginning in the month of July, three other Coulson Packet Company steamboats, the Josephine, Carroll, and Durfee, joined the Far West in supporting this military campaign. Before its end, the Josephine and the Far West would each make at least two round trips between Bismarck and Brig. Gen. Terry’s new base camp at the mouth of the Rosebud Creek. The 910-mile river route to Bismarck was run continuously until mid-August, when the Yellowstone River water level dropped to a point that made navigation hazardous. It was because of the dangerous river conditions on the Missouri and Yellowstone that Brig. Gen. Terry concluded the military campaign in late August.

Following this campaign, Colonel Nelson A. Terry of the Fifth Infantry, who had been stationed in Kansas, was ordered to the area to help with subduing the Sioux and Northern Cheyenne. When he arrived, he was ordered to establish a military installation at the mouth of the Powder River where it emptied into the Yellowstone River. First known as Cantonment Powder River, it later became an established fort, Fort Keogh, named after Capt. Myles Keogh of the 7th Cavalry, who died during the same battle at Little Bighorn as did Brig. Col. Custer.

The Far West continued to fulfill the Coulson line contracts with the military until the steamboat was sold in 1880 to Durfee and Peck of the Northwest Transportation Company. The steamboat continued service on the Upper Missouri until 1882 when it was sold to H. N. Dodd and Victor Bonnett. With Capt. Dodd as ship’s master, the Far West entered the lower Missouri short trade route in November 1882.  The Steamboat continued to transport household and agricultural goods up and down the lower Missouri River for eleven months until October 20, 1883 when it hit a snag just below St. Charles, Missouri, and sank in five feet of water.


The cargo, engines, boilers, and most of the superstructure down to the waterline were salvaged within a few days. All that remained to be swallowed up by the river the Far West  had plied with such honor and distinction for thirteen years was the lower hull.

 

My latest release, Hal’sLucky Escape, is my third book to follow the romances of three veterans of the Great Sioux War of 1876-77 against both the Sioux and Northern Cheyenne tribes. The other two books are Elise and Florence’s Good Deed. After being discharged months after their official enlistments ended in 1877, they boarded the steamboat, Far West, at Cantonment Tongue River to return home. When asked to assist a fellow Army veteran by escorting a cousin and her daughter to his new home in Helena, Montana Territory, Hal finds himself once again traveling up the Missouri River on the Far West.

Hal’s Lucky Escape is currently available for sale as an ebook and available on Kindle Unlimited. To find the book description and purchase options,

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Sources:

https://the-past.com/feature/the-battle-of-the-little-bighorn-custers-last-stand/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Far_West_(steamship)

https://armyhistory.org/steamboat-at-the-little-big-horn-the-agile-mountain-steamboats-role-in-the-1876-indian-wars-campaign/

https://www.friendslittlebighorn.com/FarWest-ACUA-2019-DougScottReport.pdf

 

Thursday, July 24, 2025

Willow Tree Tears ~ Guest Author Mandy Eve-Barnett

Happy Thursday, Readers! Please welcome guest author Mandy Eve- Barnett, who is sharing her new release with us. 

Blurb:  For Madison the quarter horse ranch life with her widowed father and the rodeo circuit are all she needs, apart from this year’s barrel racing championship. Romance is not on her radar, her hurt heart needs protecting. She only sees Colton as her high school protector and good friend nothing more. Colton has other plans. A chance encounter with a handsome Italian ignites her long buried passion and Madison finds herself in a love triangle where the choice of tradition, or adventure clash with unexpected rivalry.  

Excerpt: At last, Madison was at the front of the line, and she ordered two hot dogs, the long wait and tempting aroma of frying onions and burgers had heightened her hunger. After squirting generous helpings of mustard and ketchup over the heaped onions on her dogs, Madison turned to leave. Her elbow caught the next customer’s arm, smearing a yellow and red mess across a white tailored shirtfront. One plump hot dog hit the dust. As Madison bent to recover it, apologies flowing toward the shirt wearer, she noticed the most stunning leather boots on his feet.

They must have cost a fortune. If I had money I would get customized boots, I know just what I'd want too, a willow tree design to reflect our ranch's name.

The startling whiteness of the shirt flustered her; it was that white shirt. The one she glimpsed prior to her race.  A rich Italian accent answered her apologies, as the scent of spiced cologne tantalized her nostrils. “Ummm... oops... I'm so sorry, damn it. Clumsy me. Let me get you a hotdog in apology and give you my info to send me the cleaning bill for that shirt.”

“No matter, I’m sure the stain will come out, it is not the first one today. As you can see, sticky cotton candy fingers caught me earlier. However, if you are offering a free hotdog I feel it is a good enough apology.”

When he said 'good', he rolled out the 'o's in the word, sending a shiver down Madison's back. She stood up and raised her chin. Deep chocolate brown eyes met her gaze, a feeling of vulnerability washed over her, an unaccustomed and disconcerting feeling, but it felt great at the same time. Your front is most certainly worth a look, white shirt man.

She stuttered, “Um... all right. How do you like it? Your hotdog, I mean.” Why am I so uncomfortable, I must look like a right idiot? He grinned at her, clearly amused by her embarrassment.

“By the looks of it, the same as you, with everything piled on top. You can never have enough... toppings.”

Madison turned and discarded the spoiled hotdog into the trash to hide her face. Is it his accent that makes everything he says sound suggestive? Or those gorgeous eyes undressing me? He is mesmerizing. She ordered a replacement hotdog for herself and another for the tall dark-haired man, who stood beside her with mustard and ketchup covering the front of his rather classy looking shirt. His eyes penetrated into her very soul, Madison felt drawn to him like no other man. She tried to quash the feeling, disturbed at her susceptibility to a stranger. “Are you sure I can’t pay for your shirt to be cleaned, it looks expensive. I just won the barrel race championship today so take the offer while I'm in the money.” She passed him the hot dog, their fingers touched; an electrical tingle pulsed through her. A connection washed over her, deep down in her soul. Again warmth growing in her heart, it was thrilling and frightening at the same time. Someone brushed past her arm, breaking their gaze and he spoke.

“I have plenty more shirts but thank you for the offer and congratulations on your win. Please, do not worry yourself about the shirt the hotdog is enough. I have come to quite like the taste.” His eyes did not waver as he gazed at her.

Purchase Willow Trees Tears: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D9ZVYCC3

About MandyMandy Eve-Barnett is an Edmonton Best Seller, multi-genre author, writing children’s, YA and adult books. With ten books published since 2011, and one more launching in July 2025, and another nine in various stages of completion, her writing life is full. This does not include her writing in numerous anthologies and magazines, and a variety of non-fiction projects through her freelance business, as well as presentations and panelist positions at various writing conferences. Mandy draws on over 10 years’ experience as a multi-genre author, freelance writer and writing community advocate. She is the current Secretary of The Writers Foundation of Strathcona County and Scouting Manager for Relatable Media. She is also past President of the Arts & Culture Council of Strathcona Council and past Secretary of Alberta Authors Co-operative. She hosts the local Writers Circle monthly meeting and creates weekly writing prompts for the WFSC website. Mandy has been blogging since 2010 and has over 3500 subscribers and visitors from 209 countries. 

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Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Vinegar, a helpful product with a very long history.

                       

   I often use vinegar and salt as a weed deterrent, that way when my goats and ducks are "helping" and moseying about the yard, they can forage at will. I think they actually enjoy a wee taste of salt and vinegar on their usual fare.

 So what is the history of this inexpensive unassuming liquid? 
  Vinegar has been traced back to 5000 B.C.E. Babylon, and the practice of making vinegar from fermented liquids like wine or fruit juices is one of the oldest known food preservation techniques.
According to legend, vinegar's discovery came about when a forgotten wine was left in storage for several months, causing it to ferment and turn sour. 

   Traces of vinegar have been found in Egyptian urns, the Chinese began professionalizing vinegar production with dedicated vinegar makers in noble households. 

   During the Middle Ages, vinegar-making was well-established in cities like Orleans, France, and soon became widespread for use in food and medicine.

 In general, vinegar is made using a two-step fermentation process. First, a liquid mixture containing yeast and sugar is fermented into alcohol. Then the alcohol goes through a second fermentation which produces a sour- or bitter-tasting product packed with acetic acid.
 For including in your historical westernbesides being useful as a cleaning agent and for food preservation, your characters could use vinegar to doctor a wound, or make a compress for headache and fever, or let the aroma revive someone who had fainted. 
 
They might also partake of a refreshing drink, called a shrub, made of vinegar, sugar, and fruit—typically in a 1:1:1 proportion. This sweet and tart beverage was popular before refrigeration and carbonated drinks. The British navy used shrubs in the 18th century to combat scurvy, and it was popular in the US during prohibition.
 Soon, there was a plethora of  different vinegars, each with their own colors and flavors. Wine Vinegar: Champagne Vinegar: Apple Cider Vinegar: Rice Vinegar: Balsamic Vinegar:  Black Vinegar: Honey Vinegar: Cane Vinegar: Malt Vinegar
Making a shrub is another whole adventure. There are many recipes on-line and some can take 2-3 days of fermenting (cold method) or you can cook the fruit (hot method) for almost immediate use. 
Shrub recipes here This looked like an interesting site. 
In the summer, I like to "make sweet and sour" cucumbers. Peel, stripe the sides with a fork, slice thin, (no more than 1/4 inch) and put in lidded container with enough vinegar to cover cucumber slices. Stir in sugar (this is the tricky part) Start with at least a big table spoons. Let it sit, stir, check and keep adding sugar to your taste--tart but edible. Be carful when taste testing, they're zingy.   
           Do you have any interesting uses for vinegar?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinegar#:~:text=While%20vinegar%20making%20may%20be,blood%20soups%20around%20the%20world).
https://nutritionsource.hsph.harvard.edu/food-features/vinegar/
 https://womersleyfoods.com/pages/a-short-history-of-vinegar  
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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Do You Eat Eggs? Ever Wonder How Chicken Eggs Got to North America? by Reggi Allder

    Do you eat eggs? When you reach into the refrigerator at the local grocery store, have you ever stopped to think about where chickens originally came from?  

     Chickens were brought from South England on the ships that brought people to the new world. During the 1700s in Britain’s North American colonies, chickens thrived everywhere. They even  appeared on plantations and middle-class farms, and in the streets of cities and towns to mention only a few places.        

 “Poultry was common in the eighteenth century. If you were poor and you had any livestock, you had chickens too. They were easy to raise. They reproduced in large numbers and reached sexual maturity early,” said Elaine Shirley, manager of Colonial Williamsburg’s rare breeds program. Four of the five breeds raised and exhibited at Colonial Williamsburg: Nankin, Frizzle, Polish, and Silkie. You can go to Colonial Williamsburg and take a look.The Colonial Williamsburg History museum in Williamsburg, Virginia.

 

  
Silkie 

   North Americans might think the eighteenth-century chickens were available year-round. But because of the animal’s reproductive cycle in the eighteenth century, chicken was a seasonal treat. However, hens lay eggs year-round. They are most productive during the spring and summer, when increased daylight signals the best time for making chicks. Hatching during warm weather lets chicks grow strong and prepare for winter weather.

“Because of genetic work done with chickens, today, they grow fast. It takes about six weeks from hatching to arriving at your table. In the 1700s, that trip took more like six months,” Shirley said.

There is, as well, a difference in diet. Today, carefully controlled feedings boost growth. In the 1700s, chickens ate table scraps or had to scavenge. Still, the free-range, grass-fed chicken is still popular and can bring a higher price for the meat and the eggs. Egg  can come in different colors. It depends on the type / breed of chicken laying them.  

Cream legbar chicken eggs of many colors, blue too. 

My son raises cream legbar chickens on his farm. Hubby and I are lucky to have the eggs when they are needed.

I like to cook cheese and mushroom omelets. Do you make omelets? What kind? Please leave a comment below. 

Cream legbar chicken 


 

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    "If you love small towns, second chances, and real-to-life characters, the Sierra Creek Series is for you! It's the perfect feel-good read." NL reviews

 Sierra Creek Series Book 4 My Country Heart by Reggi Allder  ONCE BURNED ARE YOU TWICE SHY? 

Two new residents are in the small town of Sierra Creek. They are at a crossroads. Each searches for answers to direct them toward their separate futures.

Lauren Walsh doesn’t like small villages but is in town to work with a renowned silversmith then leave ASAP and return to the city where she belongs.

Chance Williams is the new fire chief. Recovering from an injury sustained in a disastrous fire, should he remain on the job in the small town or quit and go back to his Bay Area home?

A jewelry designer and a firefighter have little in common. Still, forced to live in close quarters, will sparks fly?

The engaging characters in the other Sierra Creek books return. See how Amy, Vanna, Sophie, and their partners are doing. Also, a mystery is an added ingredient in book 4. 

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Excerpt of My Country Heart Sierra Creek Series book 4 by Reggi Allder 

          A gust of wind hit her convertible. Lauren’s hair flew in her face. Unable to see, she pushed it out of the way and looked up to see the air filled with squawking chickens and a huge man in the middle of the road waving at her. 

    “Stop!”

    Lauren slammed on the brakes so hard the seat belt jerked tight, preventing her from hitting her head on the steering wheel. The car came to an abrupt halt, inches from a handsome guy, tall, tan, and furious.

“What the hell are you doing driving so fast on this road?”

“I’m….” She screamed as clucking birds flew at her. Her heart thundered. She forced down the memory of her childhood fear of birds.

When fowl surrounded the car, she honked the BMW’s horn. The chickens flew closer and she continued to scream.

“Stop! The dammed chickens are already upset. Be quiet and stay out of the way until things are under control!” the stranger demanded.

A hen flew into the passenger seat. She shrieked and jumped out of the car and ran into the guy.

In tooled leather cowboy boots, blue jeans and a navy T-shirt he glanced at her. “You damn near ran me down.” He grabbed one of the birds off the hood of her convertible and let it go. Another flew at her and she shrieked.

“Quiet!” He snatched the bird away, holding it with one hand. “You’re alarming the poultry. They’re terrified. After all this yelling, it might take days before they lay again.” He glared and his blue eyes flashed as he brushed his dark brown hair from his forehead. “Be calm around them. They’re delicate—gentle if you’ll stop scaring them. After all, they’ve been in an accident.”

“Me, scare them!” She scoffed. “Are you crazy?”

A car honked and more birds flew into the air, clucking.

He handed her the one he held and ran after a hen about to run across the road.

“Don’t leave!” Breathless, she trembled. The chicken wiggled and tried to fly, while she gingerly held it away from her face, fearing it might peck her.

The farmer directed a car past the disabled truck, and then came back to her. “I’ll take that bird.” With the fowl held securely in his strong arms, he jogged to the truck and put it in a wooden crate. The sign on the door of the flatbed vehicle read, “Edgar’s Egg Farm.”

Frightened, she watched the stranger collect the rest of the poultry.

She opened the door to her convertible and found a hen comfortably sitting in the jump seat. Another stood in the driver’s spot. It pecked at her when she tried to shoo it away. She waved her arms, shouting, “Get out of my car!”

“Hey, enough! They’re more afraid of you than you are of them.”

“You want to bet?” she yelled in a voice she didn’t recognize. “Take these out of my car!”

He turned from her.

OMG, she was making a fool of herself, but as a kid, a huge black bird had dive-bombed her and pecked at her. Though she’d only been six years old, the event remained fresh in her mind. The bird chased her until her father rescued her.

The guy crawled into the back seat and grabbed the resting bird then stood up from the car.

“Lady, next time drive more slowly around these roads. You might have hit someone!”

“Look cowboy—whatever your name is.” She poked her index finger at his solid chest and glared up at him.

“Chance Williams.” He grinned.

His mocking smile irritated her. “Mr. Chance, I don’t need your comments about what I should do or how to drive.”

“Williams.”

“What?” She removed her sunglasses and stared.

“Williams. My name is Mr. Williams.”

“Yeah, whatever!” She waved him out of her way as a chicken flew at her. “Keeps those birds away from me. I thought you had all of them.”

“All but this Rhode Island Red.”

He grabbed the frightened Red, took it back to the flatbed truck and found a crate to put it in.

“Get out!” She opened the driver’s side door, pushed a final chicken out and sat down.

“You can leave, but go slowly.” Chance Williams scowled at her. “Then drive off to the end of the world for all I care. Just don’t speed on this road again!” Buy  My Country Heart Sierra Creek Series


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