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III Three Per Cent

Richard Baxter Townshend University Press of Colorado ePub

I WISH I could remember more of that first Western stage drive from Cheyenne to Denver. There were several of us passengers on Wells Fargo’s coach, but the man who caught my attention from the first was the coachman or stage-driver, who was Bill Updike. He was a singular being: his closest attention was fixed unremittingly upon the horses he controlled so deftly with the four lines, the word he used for reins, held in his two hands, the near reins in his left, the off in his right; but he kept the other side of his brain free as air for lively and humorous talk with his passengers. I was by no means the only tenderfoot on board, and for all of us alike Bill did the honours of the new Territory we had just entered, as he himself would have put it, in ·A number 1 style. From Cheyenne the road ran due south for over a hundred miles, keeping parallel the whole way to the main range of the Rocky Mountains; Long’s Peak, thirty miles to the west was by far the highest of them that we could see, rising as it did to an elevation of nearly 15,000 feet, or some 9000 above the road we were travelling. Between this great peak and the Plains rose endless minor mountain ranges mostly from 8000 to 12,000 feet high, while the road itself took its course out on the Plains, still farther to the east so as to avoid the almost impassable mountain gorges. Rocky mountains they truly were, both in name and nature. Their sides, when not bare rock, showed dark with pines; but, east of them, where our road ran, the country consisted of bare treeless rolling downs covered with yellow grass, which Bill informed us was cured by the sun as regular as the year went round into natural hay of the finest quality.

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The Northwestern Shoshone

Cuch, Forrest S. University Press of Colorado ePub

Mae Parry

In early historic times the Shoshone Indians were a large nation of Indians who lived and traveled over an extensive territory that included parts of Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and Wyoming. Usually groups of extended families traveled together in varying numbers according to the season and the purpose of their gathering. Groups came together in larger encampments at different times during the year to trade, socialize, and sometimes for protection against enemies.1 The Northwestern Shoshone Indians have always lived in northern Utah and southeastern Idaho. They were nomadic gatherers, hunters, and fishermen.

The Eastern Shoshone lived in the Wyoming area. Chief Washakie was recognized as the head chief among most of the Shoshone bands at the time of the entry of the Mormons into the Salt Lake Valley.2 Washakie was known throughout the western country as one of the most able chiefs and had several sub-chiefs under his leadership, each of whom had between 300 and 400 Indians in their bands. Chief Pocatello was the leader over the Fort Hall area Shoshones. Other Northwestern Shoshones traveled under the leadership of Chief Sagwitch Timbimboo, Chief Bear Hunter, Chief Sanpitch, and Chief Lehi. They believed that a friendly relationship was possible with the pioneers. As a result, the Mormon pioneers and their leaders were initially welcomed into the Shoshone country. Warning of the Latter-day Saints’ wagon train reached Great Basin area tribes in advance of their arrival into the Salt Lake Valley. The reports characterized the LDS as friendly and said that they were not known to have shot at Native Americans. On July 31, 1847, Shoshone tribal leaders, including Chiefs Sagwitch and Bear Hunter, met with LDS leader Brigham Young in Salt Lake City to advance their territorial claims.3

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12. A Lost Soul

James Carson UNT Press ePub

Chapter 12

According to Horace, his father was very much at loose ends upon his retirement. Once ensconced at the West Hotel in Minneapolis, he could not stay put for long. In January 1895, he headed south, first to Thomasville, Georgia, just north of the Florida border near Tallahassee, and eventually on to Jamaica where he whiled away his time fishing.1 In March, he was back in New York City. Eventually, he returned to Minneapolis to build a house.

During this unsettled period, Lazelle also became increasingly drawn into spiritualism, which he first began exploring after Rebecca’s death. As Horace remembered, his father had long been fascinated with dreams, kept a dream book, and would interpret all of his dreams. Both he and Rebecca were quite superstitious. For example, she would never go out on Fridays. In exploring spiritualism after Rebecca’s death, Horace believed, his father was driven partly by guilt that he had given her too hard a life, and wanted to reach her after her death to say he was sorry. As he had written to his friend, Barrows, shortly after her death, he also believed that she, too, felt “a part” of his sorrow. He longed to share these feelings with her.

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3. Beyond Letters

Alice Nakhimovsky Indiana University Press ePub

While model letters are the heart and soul of brivnshtelers, almost all manuals include other information that might come in handy for their readers. It is standard for the letters sections to be preceded by lists and guides, such as alphabetical lists of men’s and women’s names, common Hebrew words or phrases in Yiddish, common abbreviations and their glosses, salutations in Hebrew with Yiddish glosses, days of the week and months in Hebrew, and alphabets in several languages (such as Yiddish, Russian, German). Usually relegated to the back of the book is information deemed useful for business, such as templates for contracts, IOUs, invoices, and even entire courses on bookkeeping. The text for tnoyim, traditional engagement contracts, is also a common feature.

More unusual, but not unheard of, is the inclusion of short verse (often with an edifying message, such as “Pure Truth,” the poem presented here) and jokes and fables. Then there are the anomalies, a few of which we have included in this chapter. These include Lion Dor’s imagined “correspondence” between older and newer editions of his own brivnshteler; Bloshteyn’s etiquette rules for young Jewish ladies; and Goldshteyn-Gershonovitsh’s laundry list.

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5. A Heavy Task

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF

5

A HEAVY TASK

A S J O N E S M A D E H I S WAY B AC K D OW N the line to his headquarters in Austin, the companies continued their hunt for raiding

Indians and wayward outlaws. On August 3, General Steele commissioned

J. T. Nelson of Stephenville as a second lieutenant in Waller’s Company

A, apparently without consulting Jones.1 Along the way, as he revisited each company, Jones stopped off at Fort Griffin where he discussed the

Indian problem with Army General Don Carlos Buell, who promised his cooperation with the Battalion. Captains Stevens and Waller were instructed to keep the general apprised of Indian activity in their jurisdictions, and Buell made available to them two Tonkawa Indians as scouts and trailers.2

Although there is no record of it in Frontier Battalion files, Private

Thurlow Weed wrote his brother that on August 3 a lieutenant in Maltby’s Company E, leading ten men, came upon a party of thirty-seven

Indians attacking a stagecoach that had an escort of twenty United

States soldiers. While the soldiers apparently failed to help fend off the attack, the Rangers were reported to have routed the attackers, killing at least two with four others carried off by the Indians, and recovering some forty horses.3

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Roy Westphal

Larry A. Sneed University of North Texas Press PDF

ROY WE S T P HAL, C RIM INA LIN TEL L I G ENe E

327

Sometime that morning a man came up to me and wanted to know if he could wave the "Free Cuba" flag when the President came in, so I asked Captain Gannaway and Chief Stevenson if he could and was told, no. I was instructed to get the man's name and so forth, and at the end of my tour of duty that day write a report so that it could be sent through channels. So I got the man's name; he was very nice and readily agreed not to wave the flag once he was given an explanation, and that was the last that I saw of him.

Later one of our officers, Jack Brian, came by and told me that the President had been shot. I told him that I didn't think that it was very funny and didn't want to hear it because I had been on that post for several hours and was tired. He had the strangest look on his face and said, "I'm not kidding," so I knew that he was telling the truth. Shortly thereafter, Lieutenant Revill came by and got O.J. Tarver, Brian, and myself, along with Ike

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7. American Hospitality

Tom Killebrew UNT Press ePub

Chapter 7

British flight students arriving in Canada had experienced generous and abundant hospitality. This much-appreciated warm welcome, although surprising, was still understandable because Canada was a Dominion country, a member of the British Commonwealth, and totally engaged alongside England in a devastating war with a common and deadly foe. Nothing, however, could prepare those British students destined for the British Flying Training Schools for the overwhelming hospitality soon to be encountered in the United States.

Ever mindful of Anglo-American relations, British officials gave each student a small blue book. The book began, “You are going to America as guests” and then explored various aspects of American life, defined the different geographical regions of the United States, recommended several books on American history, and offered tips on conduct. The small blue book described America as a “great, friendly, yet different nation” and warned students, “you will not be expected to tell your hosts and hostesses what is wrong, in your opinion, with them and their country.” Students were also advised to be careful when asked about American aid to Britain, or to compare the relative merits of British and American aircraft. The book ended on a lighter note by advising students to “mingle freely with the people and partake generously of their natural hospitality.”1

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2. Building Ashton Villa

Hafertepe, Kenneth Texas State Historical Assn Press ePub

2.

BUILDING ASHTON VILLA

BY THE END OF THE 1850S, Galveston was a bustling city of more than 7,000 people. Its residents could boast of two brick churches—St. Mary’s Catholic and Trinity Episcopal—and numerous multistory brick buildings on The Strand: the Hendley Building, the Brown & Kirkland Building, the J. C Kuhn Building, and the R.& D. G. Mills Building. A new brick federal customhouse was in the planning stages. In addition, there were several buildings with cast-iron fronts, which had been shipped from New York and Philadelphia, including the stores of E. S. Wood and Henry Rosenberg. At the beginning of 1859, however, Galveston was predominantly a city of wooden houses. James M. Brown resolved to build a brick house that would also be the most stylish, up-to-date in Galveston.1

For the design of his house Brown turned to a recent book by the Philadelphia architect Samuel Sloan, The Model Architect Sloan was a native of Chester, Pennsylvania, who came to architecture through carpentry and the building trades. The Model Architect was published in 1852, when Sloan’s career was just taking off and nearly a decade before his most famous commission, Dr. Haller Nutt’s octagonal house in Natchez, Mississippi: Longwood. The Model Architect featured plans, elevations, details, and even specifications for houses in a variety of styles: Italian, Gothic, Elizabethan, Norman, even Oriental. In his eclecticism Sloan was following the lead of Andrew Jackson Downing, who had illustrated similar houses in his books Cottage Residences (1842) and The Architecture of Country Houses (1850).2

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Islands

IU Press Journals Indiana University Press ePub

for Peter

That sky’s largeness and generosity reminded me of how pitiful I can feel on islands, where one’s ideas about the place amount to so much sentimental or ideological bullshit.

I AM WRITING this some time after standing at the edge of the bay for the first time. The bay’s edge runs parallel to the water, from east to west in a not-at-all-straight line. For students of master prints and drawings, a line occurring in nature is the original mark or beginning, inspiring artists ranging from DaVinci to Picasso and one or two hundred others, to wonder how to approximate that line’s naturalness on the page, in an artificial medium, just as I am trying to use another artificial medium—prose—to describe what I see: the water’s edge, little white pebbles embedded in light brown sand at the lip, sand that turns brown and then browner as baby waves wash up and over a little sandy beach like the one I stood on this evening. There was a moon, not full and not at all poetical; on the surface of the water, a small craft hobbled back and forth on the black bay water, like a legless man rocking back and forth on an expanse of black. I could not find irony in anything I saw. There was a bit of moon in the night sky. It killed me. That sky’s largeness and generosity reminded me of how pitiful I can feel on islands, where one’s ideas about the place amount to so much sentimental or ideological bullshit next to shoeless island dwellers with rust-colored heels tramping through pig shit putting pigs to bed, or other island dwellers sitting, legs spread, on a concrete step leading to a little tin-roofed house, a house with one or two rooms and black people coupling and talking their coupling in a bedroom in that house, maybe under a window crammed with stars. I like it here. I stay on this island on weekends, when I visit a friend who lives here, a friend I love like no other. It’s far north of the island my family came from originally, which is smaller, mean, and turned in on itself, like an evil-smelling root. Looking down at the black wavelets in the black night bay—the patterns were visible to me because of that piece of moon—I could not help but think of lines—lines made in nature, and then lines on a canvas or in a drawing, and how those lines were not really very different from lines of writing brought together to describe sensations such as the love I feel on this island with its bay, and my friend, whom I love like no other.

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CHAPTER FIVE 1851 “My spirit is restless and longs for activity.”

Elizabeth Wittenmyer Lewis University of North Texas Press PDF

My spirit is restless

CHAPTER FIVE

1851

“My spirit is restless and longs for activity.”

Lucy Petway Holcombe

ucy traveled to New Orleans with her mother and sister to shop for Anna Eliza’s trousseau and while there she met her old suitor, St. George Lee. The meeting was not by accident but, when the time came for Lucy to return home to Marshall,

St. George refused to accompany her as she requested. No explanation of his need to return to his business in Mobile satisfied the selfcentered Lucy. The unhappy suitor left and poured out his emotions in a letter written on board the steamboat Florida, “I lay awake all night thinking of how I left you like a broken lily drooping your fair head in utter prostration. I felt almost criminal . . . I am on the rack

‘till I hear from you.”1

Lucy left him on the rack. She broke off their long-standing friendship and told him she’d never marry. It would be many years before she forgave St. George but at the moment the excitement of Anna’s wedding demanded her attention. On 14 January 1851, Anna Eliza,

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“The Hidfolk of Texas”

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF

THE HIDFOLK OF TEXAS by Claire Campbell

Hearken to my tales of the hidfolk! Most of our folklore presentations describe places and things and people that we can see. I want to reveal a bit about the hidfolk of Texas: the “little people,” fairies and elves, brownies, trolls, the little men of the Comanche Indians.

Hidfolk are a part of cultures all over the world, and the people of those cultures have brought them to Texas.

If you think hidfolk are imaginary, that’s alright. Einstein said,

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.” But if they’re real we just have to live with them. You probably already do if you think about it. I know we do at our house. Whenever we can’t find something or when something suddenly shows up that we’ve missed, we know it’s the Borrowers—those little people who live under the floor—but they almost always bring things back. The hidfolk are like all folklore, a haunting blend of history and fantasy, and we can’t be quite sure which part is real.

The diversity of the people of Texas has been compared to a patchwork quilt made of many patterned pieces. Each piece has its own spirit hidden in the stitches: the Czechs of Central Texas are careful to avoid their evil water-well spirits; the Poles in Panna

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Principal Characters

Elizabeth Wittenmyer Lewis University of North Texas Press PDF

Principal Characters

Principal Characters

Major Philemon Holcombe—Lucy’s paternal grandfather, Revolutionary War hero

Lucy Maria Anderson Holcombe—Lucy’s paternal grandmother, blood relation to Marie Antoinette

Beverly Lafayette Holcombe—Lucy’s father, youngest son of Major and Lucy Maria Holcombe

Eugenia Dorothea Vaughn Hunt Holcombe—Lucy’s mother, wife of Beverly Holcombe

John Hunt—Lucy’s maternal grandfather, father of Eugenia

The children of Beverly and Eugenia Holcombe:

Anna Eliza

Lucy Petway Holcombe Pickens (non de plume H. M. Hardimann)

John Theodore Hunt

Martha Maria Edgeworth

Philemon Eugene

Helen, adopted

Elkanah Bracken Greer—husband of Anna Eliza

Beverly Holcombe Robertson—Lucy’s first cousin and ardent admirer

Dr. William Henry Holcombe—Lucy’s cousin, of Louisiana

Maria Hawley—governess to Holcombe children

Mr. C. H. Alexander—friend, builder, and entrepreneur.

Mr. S. H. Mathews—La Grange, Tennessee merchant and family friend

“Uncle” Nat Willis—friend, of La Grange, Tennessee

The Reverend Henry Shultz—Headmaster at the Moravian Female

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Fact and Fancy: The Soviet Great Patriotic War, 1941–1945

Edited by Peter B. Lane and Ronald E. Marcello University of North Texas Press PDF

COLONEL DAVID M. GLANTZ, USA (RET.)

FACT AND FANCY:

THE SOVIET GREAT

PATRIOTIC WAR,

1941–1945

Col. David M. Glantz earned degrees in history from Virginia

Military Institute (1963) and in modern European history from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (1965).

He is a graduate of the Defense Language Institute (1973), the U.S. Army Institute for Advanced Russian and Eastern

European Studies (1975), the U.S. Army Command and

General Staff College (1972), and the U.S. Army War College

(1983). His over thirty years of military service included

field artillery assignments with the 24th Infantry Division

(Mechanized) in Europe and the II Field Force artillery in

Vietnam and intelligence assignments with the Office of the

Deputy Chief of Staff for Intelligence, U.S. Army Europe.

During his last eight years of service, he founded and directed the U.S. Army’s Foreign (Soviet) Military Studies Office,

Combined Arms Command, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.

Colonel Glantz founded and currently edits the Journal of Slavic Military Studies and is a member of the Academy of Natural Sciences of the Russian Federation. Among the numerous books he has authored on Soviet and Russian military affairs are: Soviet Military Intelligence in War (1990);

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Chapter 10. “alias Long John”

David Johnson University Of North Texas Press ePub

CHAPTER

10

“alias Long John”

ON SEPTEMBER 25, 1875, Ringo, Cooley, and six or eight others brazenly rode into Mason. Ringo and a man identified as Williams, probably Jim Williams, Bill Redding’s brother-in-law, split off from the main group.1 The pair rode to Jim Chaney’s home along Comanche Creek. Ringo and Williams hailed the house, and Chaney emerged, inviting them in for breakfast. “Chaney asked Ringoe and Williams down and they stepped upon the porch and washed their faces. Chaney washed and was drying his face and while he had his face covered with the towel, Ringoe and Williams shot him down and rode back to where their friends were awaiting them.”2

The men then rode to David Doole’s store and ordered him to come out. Doole refused and immediately grabbed his gun, shouting, “Either get down and come in or ride on.” The men went to Lace Bridges’ hotel where they met District Clerk Wilson Hey. Hey invited the men to have breakfast. Cooley answered, “You go inside and tell Mrs. Bridges there is some fresh meat up the creek.” The men ate breakfast at Bridges’ with their guns across their laps before leaving Mason.3

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4. Gratitude, Trauma, and Repression: D-Day in French Memory

Michael R. Dolski, Sam Edwards, and John Buckley University of North Texas Press ePub

CHAPTER FOUR

GRATITUDE, TRAUMA, AND REPRESSION: D-DAY IN FRENCH MEMORY

KATE C. LEMAY

Beginning on 6 June 1944, Norman French were put into the challenging role of welcoming the Allied military forces that had inadvertently killed thousands of Normans, those citizens unfortunate enough to live in Norman urban centers used as communication hubs by the German military. For those Normans living through the bombardments of Caen and Saint Lô, among other towns such as Mortain, Vire, Falaise, Caen, Lisieux, and Le Havre, 6 June was the traumatic renewal of Norman war experience. Other Norman cities like Bayeux, undamaged by the bombardment, had to accommodate thousands of neighbor refugees.1 In the end, no one in Lower Normandy was left unaffected: 13,000 lost their lives. After enduring the devastating bombardments, Normans warily waited for their liberation as the battle, which started on the beaches in the departments of Manche and Calvados, tore through the Cotentin Peninsula to capture the major port city of Cherbourg, then headed south, and with the brutal battle through Saint Lô, broke out into the department of Orne to finally force the German military back east. The bloody struggle had enormous cost to the Norman landscape and its civilians. Men, women, and children were eyewitnesses to a grisly combat that routed the German forces out of their cities, villages, and all expanses in between. The landscape of war duly became a battlefield of memory invested with conflicting histories of both gratitude and resentment. As a result, the memory of trauma in Normandy has continually surfaced in political, economic, and social arenas, first figuring prominently in local remembrance during the postwar period, but then evolving into repressed underground expression as French memory shifted as early as 1984.2

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