An Interview with F. J. Elliott in 1938
For a long time now many people have been very much interested in getting the straight of this famous mix-up of the long ago, which occurred at the old David McCanles home just southeast of what is now Fairbury, Nebraska on July 11 [sic], 1861. [editor note: the incident actually occurred on July 12]
We, like others, were interested too and for some time have been gathering every account we could get, talked to people whose fathers and mothers lived there at the time, visited the scene of the conflict several times, and read old history. But for all that, the absolute certainty of the facts are lacking and our honest opinion is that the real facts never will be known.
The last living witness of the affair, William Monroe McCanles, a son of the one killed, was then 12 years of age (He, too, has just passed on). Just a few years ago, he first brought out the story as he told it. In our opinion, his waiting until all those who knew the facts and the character of these two men had passed on, has hurt his story we believe.
The ones who take the other side are all honest upright people. They get their story from their fathers and mothers who knew both McCanles and Wild Bill Hickok.
The sons and daughters of McCanles’ are fine people and we do not wish to hurt them, neither do the folks who know them. They say Wild Bill was a good law abiding man but all say McCanles was a bad man.
The first account of the affair we take from an old history published about 1882, the author says:
“The facts are from S. C. Jenkins and S. J. Alexander, who arrived at the ranch within two hours after the trouble took place and before the bodies were removed and from many others, and reports of Wild Bill’s trial. The facts the author gives are these: Wild Bill at this time was tending stock for the Ben Holiday State Company at Rock Creek Station. James McCanles, once owner of the station did not have an enviable reputation, was a southern sympathizer, and was trying to raise a company to assist the south. He came to Wild Bill and tried to persuade him to join and turn over the stage company’s stock. On his refusal, McCanles threatened to kill him and take the stock. That afternoon McCanles returned with three other men and started to enter the house. Wild Bill shot him. Two of the other men were killed and one got away. At Wild Bill’s trial, which was held in Beatrice, no one appeared against him. His plea was self-defense and he was cleared. The historian closed with the following: “It was evident that the design of the men was to take Wild Bill’s life or it is most probably that the man who got away would have appeared against Wild Bill at the trial.”
The story of the affair, as told by Wm. McCanles, Jr., son of David McCanles, killed by Wild Bill, appeared in the Fairbury Journal of Sept, 25, 1930, states this:
“Probably the motive for killing was fear. Father had told Mrs. Wellman to tell her husband to come out. The Wellmans were the folks who lived there and kept the station. She said he wouldn’t and father said if he wouldn’t come out he would go in and drag him out. I think rather than be man-handled, he killed father.” It would seem McCanles intends to pound up Wellman. When he said if he didn’t come out he would go in and drag him out. This brings out a point that justified the killing of McCanles when he started to force his way into another man’s home.”
This part of the story by William McCanles bears out the stories told around Fairbury by those whose parents knew David McCanles to be brutal and overbearing. Now the question comes up — why did not William McCanles, Jr. appear against Wild Bill at the trial? He was an eye witness and perhaps 12 years of age.
We had a long talk with a man who’s name we can not now recall. His folks were neighbors of the McCanles family. Mrs. McCanles often visited with his folks and he had often heard her speak of the affair. She never blamed Wild Bill. He told about Kate Shell who lived at the west station and kept a store where she sold food, supplies and whiskey to those going over the old Oregon trail. Mrs. McCanles did not like her but every once in a while she had to get up a dinner and invite Kate over. Then Kate would have a big dinner and McCanles would have to go over there, just had to go!
A while ago, a writer for the Dearborn Independent, Henry Ford’s paper wrote up the whole affair, told a lot about the part Kate played and there were never any denials.
Then about the toll bridge. We visited the place where it stood, only a few stones are left now. The logs of which it was made had crumbled to dust or been carried away. Rock Creek is just a little stream and in crossing, one hardly knew that they had crossed a creek. It wasn’t a bad place at all — just a little work without a bridge would have made it far better than hundreds of other places on the old trail that they had to cross. But the toll charged for crossing brought in a lot of money to McCanles. To the north a little ways was a good crossing but if the travelers attempted to cross there some one would appear with a gun and insist that they were trespassing and they would have to go back and pay to cross the bridge.
Out in Canon City, Colorado, where an old friend of ours lives, Blancett by name, who’s father had a station on the Oregon Trail farther east from the McCanles station. He knew both Wild Bill and McCanles and knew of the Wild Bill, McCanles affair. Later he became a plainsman and a scout. To help pass the time away, he tells of his early day experiences to a friend who writes them up for a Colorado paper, The Sunday Post. In one of the articles appears the following:
“In 1860, my father, my brothers and I were keeping the stage station at Ashpoint, Kansas. He said Wild Bill was inclined to be reticent, talked little of himself or about others, he was a man of action not words. His duty was to guard the cash box on the coach that carried it. I never saw him without his feet off this box. This box was the particular trust of the guard and he was under orders to guard it with his life. Bill handled a pistol with the speed of lightning. When talking, wishing to emphasize something he had a way of throwing his right or left hand towards you with the trigger finger pointed at you. His hands moved with incredible swiftness and I believe he practiced this mannerism with such purpose that it became a part of his nature and probably resulted in making him the fastest two-gun man of his day. He was not a wanton killer and used his guns only in line of duty. He had plenty of opportunity to kill oftener than he did, knowing that he could start a graveyard at any time and the government would pay all funeral expenses. We never knew him to be intoxicated and never knew him to kill but one man except in line of duty. The exception was a man names McCanles who kept the Rock Creek Station near the Little Blue river. The two men got into a dispute, no one seems to know why and Bill drew his gun first. My father and McCanles were friends and were both station keepers. In closing, Mr. Blancett says: ‘Anyone who wanted to make the acquaintance of Wild Bill, and would mind their own business, not get too inquisitive, would find him a perfect gentleman in every way.’ In those days he was not known as “Wild Bill,” that name did not become general until in the early ‘70’s at which time I had lost track of him.”