Thank you, & Welcome Amanda and Niki!!
Julie
Thank you, & Welcome Amanda and Niki!!
Julie
The word Rawhide carries certain grit. It conjures up images of cattle drives, wagon trains, and the vast open prairie of the west. In both Wyoming and Nebraska, it is more than a name. It is a Legend.
The other day I fell in the YouTube rabbit hole learning about lore and legends in different states. While listening to the legends in Nebraska, the Rawhide legend caught my attention. "That happened in Wyoming," I told the television. So, I jumped on Google and looked it up and turns out there are two Legends of Rawhide.
The Legend of Rawhide Creek, Nebraska
Rawhide Creek meanders through, Dodge, Washington, Douglas, and Colfax counties. According to lore, the creek earned its title in 1849, at the height of the California Gold Rush. A young Wisconsin emigrant vowed to kill the first Native American he saw. His victim wasn't a warrior, but a Pawnee woman.
After her murder her tribe demanded justice. The man was captured, tied and flayed alive along the bends of the creek. His skin left as a warning to others passing through.
Reuben W. Hazen, a former Army captain and Dodge County Sheriff, published a book titled History of the Pawnee Indians in 1893. In the chapter "The Pawnees Flaying a Man Alive" Hazen tells the story. He gives a detailed account of the legend.
"After crossing the Missouri River at Council Bluffs, thence traveling 22 miles, they came to the Elkhorn River. After crossing the river, the young man saw a squaw sitting upon a log, to make his promise to kill an Indian good, he drew a bead upon his rifle and the squaw rolled off the log. The Wagon train continued to a small stream of water and camped for the night. They had not been in camp but a short time, before the Pawnees began to collect around them, their faces painted in warlike colors in streaks of red and black, to the number of hundreds, and demanded the culprit who killed the squaw... The party saw their situation and thought better that one of them be scarified than the whole party lose their lives... the young man was surrendered to them... stripped of his clothes, then laying upon his back, his hands and feet pinioned to the ground. Then they drew a knife lengthwise of the body, skinning him alive. At the same time, the Pawnee compelled the party to look upon the ghastly and horrid sight. They cut Esterbrook's body to pieces and immersed the man's skin in the little stream and since that event it derives its name, the Rawhide. The man's skin has been tanned and was in the Pawnee's possession when they went to their reservation."
Historians have tracked the location of the skinning three miles due west of Elk City, a tiny unincorporated village just south of Highway 36 about a mile and a half east of the Elkhorn River.
Many saw that the man still haunts that area. Reports of a skinless man screaming in the wind or a skin hanging from a tree have been reported.
The Legend of Rawhide, Wyoming
In Lusk, Wyoming, a wagon train is heading west from Iowa to California during the 1849 gold rush. Among a wagon train traveling west, Clyde Pickett, vows to kill the first Native American he sees. That person was a Sioux princess.
The wagon train is besieged, and the settles face harrowing choices. In the end, Clyde surrenders and meets a violent fate. His punishment, being skinned alive. The event took place near the buttes outside Lusk. They are called the Rawhide Buttes.
The Legend of Rawhide takes on a theatrical form. Every second weekend in July, the little town comes alive with the Legend of Rawhide reenactment. The town hosts parades and events with proceeds supporting local economy.
Bean's court was far from ordinary. He held trials in his saloon, the Jersey Lilly, named after the British actress Lillie Langtry, with whom he was infatuated despite never meeting her. The "courtroom" was decorated with posters of Langtry, and Bean would happily tell travelers tall tales about her. His sentences could be unconventional--fining the dead man in a shooting case for "carrying a concealed weapon" or letting offenders go if they agreed to buy a round of drinks for the crowd. Though his methods skirted official law, Bean maintained order in a rough border region where formal justice was scarce, earning him both admiration and scorn.
Despite his eccentricities, Roy Bean became a living legend before his death in 1903. Stories of his rulings spread far and wide, mixing fact and folklore until the man and the myth were nearly inseparable. For many Western readers, Bean represents the wild spirit of frontier law--where survival often depended on wit, courage, and a willingness to bend the rules. Whether viewed as a shrewd showman, a corrupt opportunist, or a folk hero who brought a kind of order to lawless lands, Judge Roy Bean's place in Western lore is secure, his life a reminder that in the Old West, justice could be as unpredictable as the desert wind.
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Post by Doris McCraw
aka Angela Raines
Mount of the Holy Cross -Helen Chain From Colorado Springs Pioneer Museum Collection in 50% of the Story |
When you think of the West, it's usually cowboys, fur traders, wagon trains. Yet, what did women see, especially the creative ones? This post will look at a few.
Isabella Bird, Grace Greenwood, and Helen (Hunt) Jackson wrote of what they saw. Bird, "A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains", Jackson, "Nelly's Silver Mine", and Greenwood's "New Life in New Lands".
Helen Maxwell from Wikipedia |
Ana (Anna) Dickenson, who in 1873 summited four 14,000-foot peaks, including Pikes Peak and Long's Peak. Ana Dickenson
And there was artist Helen Henderson Chain, who painted "The Mount of the Holy Cross" in 1879, and also climbed. She also traveled with her husband and photographer William H. Jackson.Helen Chain
Gutenberg Project - A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains
Internet Archive- New Life in New Lands
Project Gutenberg - Nelly's Silver Mine
Until Next Time,
Doris
I was rummaging through some western historical books recently and came across an interesting story about the infamous outlaw Henry Newton Brown. This part of his history begins in Caldwell, Kansas. Growing up in Kansas, the story immediately drew my attention.
Geographically, the town of Caldwell was known as the
“Border Queen” because its southern boundary is on the Kansas-Oklahoma border. Located
fifty miles south of Wichita, Caldwell was also a stop on the famous Chisholm
Trail.
Caldwell, Kansas 1889 (Public Domain)
In 1880, the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe railroad reached Caldwell, sparking a boom for commercial establishments. Saloons lined Caldwell’s main streets with hosts of businesses as the town continued to expand. Unfortunately, Caldwell had earned a reputation as a disorderly town.
Gunfights plagued Caldwell:
1880 - A city marshal and an assistant marshal were
murdered.
1881 - The mayor and a former marshal were killed in a
street fight.
1882 - Another city marshal was gunned down.
As the town fell rife with lawlessness, enter notorious outlaw
Henry Newton Brown, who was involved in the Lincoln County War in New Mexico.
He had joined up with Billy the Kid and the “Lincoln County Regulators.” On April 1, 1878, Brown,
Billy the Kid, and other desperados murdered Lincoln County Sheriff William
Brady. Brown left New Mexico to avoid murder charges. After leaving the gang, he
found legitimate work as a cowboy and even became a deputy sheriff, but those
jobs didn’t last because he had a temper and was quickly dismissed.
Henry Newton Brown - 1857-1884 (Public Domain)
However, by 1882, Brown had made his way to Kansas, and Caldwell
officials welcomed him as an assistant city marshal. He was later promoted to
marshal. The gunfighter quickly cleaned up the bustling border town. Afterward,
the grateful citizens raised his pay to $125 per month and awarded him with an
engraved Winchester for restoring law and order. The inscription read: "Presented to
City Marshal H. N. Brown For valuable services rendered in behalf of the
Citizens of Caldwell Kas A. N. Colson Mayor Dec 1882.” Area papers wrote
glowing articles about his deeds. Of course, they didn’t know about Brown’s
outlaw past.
(Public Domain)
Brown seemed to have abandoned his life of crime and married Alice Maude
Levagood, the daughter of a well-to-do Caldwell brick maker, in March 1884. A
woman of good standing, Alice had graduated from Park College, Parkville,
Missouri, with the class of 1882.
Alice Maude Levagood - 1861-1935 (Public Domain)
On April 30th, 1884, the marshal, in debt and living beyond his means, returned to his outlaw roots. Joined by his deputy and two outlaw friends, they robbed a bank in Medicine Lodge using the rifle the citizens of Caldwell had given to him. Two people were killed, and his gang was captured. Brown was shot the same day, trying to escape. His gang members were lynched.
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Bank robbers John Wesley, Henry Brown, William Smith and Ben Wheeler.
(Public Domain)
He did write a letter to his wife
which read in part: "Darling Wife: I am in jail here. Four of us tried
to rob the bank here and one man shot one of the men in the bank. I want you to
come and see me as soon as you can. I will send you all of my things and you
can sell them. But keep the Winchester. It is hard for me to write this letter,
but it was all for you, my sweet wife, and for the love I have for you.
"Do not go back on me. If you do it will kill me. Be true to me as long as
you live, and come to see me if you think enough of me. My love is just the
same as it always was. Oh, how I did hate to leave you last Sunday evening. But
I did not think this would happen. I thought we could take in the money and not
have any trouble with it, but a man's fondest hopes are sometimes broken with
trouble. We would not have been arrested but one of our horses gave out and we
could not leave him [the rider] alone. I do not know what to write. Do the best
you can with everything. I want you to send me some clothes. Sell all the
things you don't need. Have your picture taken and send it to me. Now, my dear
wife, go and see Mr. Witzleben and Mr. Nyce and get the money. If a mob does
not kill us we will come out all right after while. Maude, I did not shoot anyone
and didn't want the others to kill anyone. But they did and that is all there
is about it. Now, my darling wife, goodbye. H. N. Brown."
Did Maude still love him? That is unclear, but
she never remarried. Maude didn’t keep the rifle, and it became the property of
the Robert R. Foster family. The Fosters later sold the gun to Dr. M. B.
Aynesworth around October 1976. A short time later, in 1977, Dr. Aynesworth donated the rifle to the Kansas Historical Museum in Topeka,
Kansas. (The museum is on my bucket list.)
I
found several articles about Henry Newton Brown. All of them are fascinating. Although
nefarious acts marked Brown’s life, he was the essence of the Old West figures who
changed from outlaw to peacekeeper and back again.
Resources:
Truewest Magazine, Lawdogs Go South Henry Newton Brown’s Gang
vs Medicine Lodge Cowboys by Bob Boze Bell
The Wild West, Lawmen, Outlaws, Ghost Towns & More by Bill
O’Neal, James A. Crutchfield, and Dale L. Walker
Legends of America, Henry Newton Brown – Outlaw Marshal of
Kansas
Wikipedia, Henry Newton Brown