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OLD
WEST LEGENDS
Border Towns of the American West |
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By Randall Parrish in 1907 |
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Cow-Towns the Nuclei of Permanent Settlements
This pushing forward of railways into the wilds of the
Plains caused a rapid advance of settlement where formerly the sustenance
of life had been impossible. At the end of the unfinished line, as it
progressed westward, there was always a mushroom town built of shacks and
tents, among which
saloons and
brothels were prominent, the streets generally littered with discarded tin
cans, and, at night, swarming with a heterogeneous population. Here lived
the surveyors, the graders, the track-layers, and the train men, and about
them clustered swarms of parasites desirous of living off their wages
through the glittering allurements of sin.
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Cattle drovers made the many cowtowns of the
West lawless places.
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Some of these temporary halting-places became
towns and cities of importance in later years, and one or two held the
honor of forming the end of the Long Trail in the closing era of the
cattle trade; but more often they passed into absolute oblivion as the
road advanced, their very names forgotten.
Yet every eight or ten miles along the gleaming rails there was left the
nucleus of settlement, sometimes a mere water-tank, with its attendant
section house, planted like a guard in the grim desert; again, some such
desolate spot would arrive at the dignity of a cow-town, a shipping place
for the cattle of neighboring ranges. Under the stimulus of this passing
trade the place would flourish and expand, shacks would spread out over
the prairie into the semblance of a straggling village; general stores
would appear along the main street, usually facing the track, rude, barn
like structures;
saloons, gambling-dens, and dance halls would be strewn
thickly in between the few legitimate business
houses, while cattle pens straggled along the road in evidence of the
town's real mission. During the height of the cattle trade, after the
moving westward of the Long Trail, these places became centers for a wide
extent of trade, and led a wild, riotous, and prosperous life.
The Cowboys' Idea of Enjoyment
To thousands of
cowboys, riding the sun-browned plains of
Nebraska,
Kansas,
Colorado, and
Indian Territory, isolated for weary months of
incessant toil in the saddle and at the home ranch, such squalid
settlements, when finally reached once or twice a year, afforded their
sole glimpse of the wider world. Here, to their minds, was life; and, no
sooner was their bunch of cattle safely penned for shipment, than they
turned themselves loose, seeking all the enjoyment to be found. They were
like children attracted by tinsel and tawdry glitter, and all that was
offered them was of the lowest. The vices of the border were few and
coarse, but these the
cowboy off duty was eager enough to sample. He found
plenty of teachers ready to assist, so long as he parted freely with his
coin. Every man stood for himself alone in those days and in that land; he
was what he proved himself to be by the rude code of the border. There
were no artificial distinctions, no social barriers; it was a world
governed by physical force, dominated by passions unrestrained. The West
asked no questions of any man; all that had been, in other days, east of
the Missouri, was blotted out. Here he stood eye to eye with his fellows,
and no voice challenged him.
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Painting the Town Red. |
Character of the Frontier People
Emerson Hough writes:
"Virtue was almost unknown in the cow-town of
the 'front' in the early days. Vice of the flaunting sort was the neighbor
of every man. The church might be tolerated; the saloon and dance-hall
were regarded as necessities. Never in the wildest days of the wildest
mining camps has there been a more dissolute or more desperate class of
population than that which at times hung upon the edge of the cattle trail
or of the cattle range and battened upon its earnings. The chapters of the
tale of riotous crime which might be told would fill many books, and would
make vivid reading enough, though hardly of a sort to the purpose here.
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It is strange that the records of those days
are the ones that should be chosen by the public to be held as the measure
of the American cowboy. Those days were brief, and they are long since
gone. The American cowboy has atoned for them by a quarter of a century of
faithful labor, and it is time the atonement were written for him in the
minds of the people by the side of the record of his sins."
Picturesqueness of the Cow-Towns
These little cow-towns, while they lasted, were full of color, excitement,
and picturesqueness. Never again can their like be seen. The environment
was dull, desolate, forlorn; all that was worthy of the eye, the thought,
was the pulsing human element. All about was the barrenness of great
Plains, stretching unrelieved to the horizon, while here in the middle of
the grim picture clustered the rude, unpainted houses, the shacks, the
grimy tents flapping in the never ceasing wind, the ugly red station, the
rough cow-pens filled with lowing cattle, the huge, ungainly stores, with
false fronts decorated by amateur wielders of the paint-brush, and the
more ornate dens of vice.
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