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Chapter V Boone Kills a Man—Terrible Battle With Wolves

Revised by William Rathmell. Edited with an Introduction and Annotations by Robert K. DeArment University of North Texas Press PDF




boone kills a man— terrible battle with wolves

After the death of the Doctor, Mrs. Marlow, her four sons1 and

George’s wife moved to a place on the Fort Worth & Denver railroad, where the boys took a grading contract.2 At this place Alfred made the acquaintance of the woman whom he afterward married—a Miss Venie

Davis, who was a handsome Western lass, brave and true-hearted, and who proved entirely worthy as a wife and life companion.

After completing their contract with the railway the boys took a very desirable claim near by, close to the Navajo mountains,3 and while

Mrs. Marlow, George’s wife and Boone remained to care for their stock, and Alfred and his bride were off on a little wedding tour and visiting some of her relatives, George, Charley, Ella [sic: Ellie] and a hired man proceeded to the new claim to erect dwelling houses thereon.

It was at this time that a tragedy occurred which cast a gloom over the lives and happiness of all our little band of Westerners, broke up their plans and home and made one of them a fugitive.

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12. Texas Legislator and County Judge

Paul N. Spellman. University of North Texas Press ePub



When you come to your senses, I’ll send you your gun.

“Nov. 14, 1906

“General Hulen, Austin:

“I desire to tender my resignation as captain of Company A of the Texas Rangers, said resignation to take effect on Nov. 15, 1906, which action on my part is due to pressing private business which demands my personal attention and which renders my further service in such position detrimental to my best interests. Trusting this will meet with your kind attention and acceptance, I beg to remain, Yours very truly, J. A. Brooks”1

The abrupt nature of this letter belies the long months of meditation on Brooks’s decision, and the mysterious and vague pronouncement that his “best interests” would be jeopardized is curious if nothing more. He could have been making reference to a family issue, his own personal health, or a politically motivated objective: his move to Falfurrias had an impact on all of these.

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25 Paul Tillich Commemorative Service

Jane Blaffer Owen Indiana University Press ePub

Paul Tillich will be pointing the way.

—Henry Luce


Now, to my amazement, our enlarged portal was to receive the ashes of Paul Tillich. My first assignment from Hannah Tillich had been to write an announcement letter to his colleagues and friends, informing them of her decision.1 The list she gave me included not only presidents of divinity schools and universities but also the names of artists, poets, musicians, and museum directors. Tillich was the only theologian ever invited to address members of New York City’s Museum of Modern Art.2 An even more unorthodox departure for a theologian was Tillich’s enthusiastic support of Joan Baez in her early years. No sphere of knowledge or art was beneath his attention, nor was any form of religion.

Many of those to whom I had written arrived for the services: some former students by motorcycle, dignitaries such as Henry Luce by private jet, many others by car. I was too intimidated by Luce, a person of great wealth and power, to accept the honor of knocking at his door to awaken him before the interment at dawn on Sunday, May 29, 1966. I was more comfortable with Jerald C. Brauer, dean of the University of Chicago Divinity School, and turned to him. Jerry’s penetrating blue eyes, crew cut, and contagious smile belied my preconceived idea of a divinity dean. “You’re just the one, Jerry, to awaken the great Henry for the services tomorrow,” I told him on Saturday at a reception for Hannah Tillich in the courtyard of the Red Geranium Restaurant (43 on town map). He consented, with reservations.

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Postscript: A Space that “Dances with Angels”

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub


The grandeur of Bill Cook’s contributions that will last long beyond his lifetime expanded months after his death, thanks to a long-time colleague’s respect and generosity. Gunar Gruenke, president of the Conrad Schmitt Studios organization, which was a partner with Bill and Gayle Cook at West Baden, French Lick, and so many of their greatest restoration projects, made a trip to Bloomington to visit Cook’s crypt at his self-chosen mausoleum, Valhalla Memory Garden. The result of that visit is a stunningly beautiful stained glass work that glorifies not just the building but appropriately reflects onto the Cook crypt.

The suburban-Milwaukee firm said in a statement that Gruenke on his visit “saw that there was no stained glass in the transepts of the large cruciform mausoleum. Feeling that this was not right for someone who had dedicated so much of his life to supporting art and architecture, Gunar recognized an opportunity to honor Bill and his work by beautifying his final resting place.”

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CHAPTER TEN The Prince and the Frontiersman

W. Dale Nelson University of North Texas Press PDF


The Prince and the Frontiersman

The sloppily dressed bachelor with bad teeth and a heavy German accent stood on the deck of the Missouri River steamboat

Assiniboine and watched the Stars and Stripes waving from the flag staff of Fort Clark, the American Fur Company post below the Mandan villages. It was June 18, 1833, and Alexander Philip

Maximilian, Prince of Wied-Neuwied, was about to make the acquaintance of Toussaint Charbonneau.1

Their partnership would be fortunate. As an educated European, the prince certainly knew French. Toussaint, as an interpreter of American Indian languages, could help him with the

Indian studies that had brought him to America. He was also better acquainted with the country’s wildlife. The prince had seen his first cottonwood tree in Portsmouth, Ohio, his first yellowheaded blackbird near Leavenworth, Kansas, his first bison in the land that is now South Dakota.2

The two were unlikely companions. When Toussaint returned home with Lewis and Clark in August of 1806, Maximilian was

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7. World Tourney

Abraham Aamidor Indiana University Press ePub

Pete Ankney was dumbstruck when he saw the Chicago Stadium, that holy shrine to political conventions, college commencement exercises, and basketball games for generations of Chicagoans, for the first time. Located just two miles from downtown on West Madison Street, the stadium was a short taxi ride from the dark, imposing Morrison Hotel in the central business district, where Ankney and the new Acme Aviators from Dayton, Ohio stayed that March in 1945. Ankney, just thirteen at the time, had obtained the job as the Aviators’ ballboy through connections—his older sister was married to the team’s player-coach, Bobby Colburn—and he had caught a ride to Chicago with his brother-in-law in his maroon-colored Pontiac. Bruce Hale, Johnny Schick, and several other Tecs, as well as Rex Gardecki of the real Aviators, followed along as part of a motor caravan that traveled west on U.S. 40, then took a right turn at U.S. 41 in Terre Haute and went all the way up to Chicago. It would have been a seven-hour trip in those days, on those roads.

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Chapter 9. Cold, Cold Heart: May 1980-November 1983

Ron Forbes-Roberts University of North Texas Press PDF


One Long Tune: The Life and Music of Lenny Breau

“Tal immediately suggested Lenny and I said, ‘Yeah, Lenny Breau,’”

DeStefano says. “So we went after him and after a little back and forth Lenny was booked to do it. He and his wife flew down from

Maine to New York and we had them driven up to Sea Bright.” The couple arrived on May 21 for their two-day, de facto honeymoon for which Lenny was pleased to receive $400 and a few nights at the local Sandy Hook Motel.

The actual meeting between Farlow and Lenny is not shown in the documentary because DeStefano did not want to intrude on the moment, but he says that the men greeted each other genially and with obvious mutual respect. “They got on great right away,” says

DeStefano. “Tal had heard him a lot so it wasn’t like Lenny was just another adoring student. Tal knew Lenny was special. Lenny understood the tradition Tal was part of—52nd Street, BeBop, Bird—and you could see in Lenny’s eyes when he looked at Tal that he saw all that. Lenny knew that tradition. He hadn’t been part of it, but he knew this guy in this room was there.”

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chapter_6: Scouting on Pirate Island

Chuck Parsons University of North Texas Press PDF


Scouting on Pirate Island

“I was four years Sheriff of Reeves County and while I was such sheriff this trouble Came up and it has been getting worse all the time and while I was sheriff I done my whole duty and now it is a young war.”

— George A. Frazer to Gov. C. A. Culberson, February 24, 1895

djutant General Mabry as well as Governor Hogg now faced the decision of who would be the best man to replace the dead captain. State Senator John M. Dean telegraphed the governor recommending Hughes, “next in line of promotion please appoint him Captain.”1 El Paso’s mayor, W. H. Austin, even though out of town on a visit to McMinnville, Tennessee, quickly learned of the sad news.

He telegraphed the governor that he “earnestly” endorsed Hughes.2

Acting Mayor James P. Badger agreed, stating simply that Hughes “is the man we want.” Trevanion Theodore Teel, attorney, Mexican War hero and veteran of the Confederacy’s failed New Mexico Territory campaign, not only fully endorsed Hughes but telegraphed that he was

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Chuck Gross University of North Texas Press PDF


Vietnam fell to the Communists on April 30, 1975. Of the 58,169

American soldiers killed in Vietnam, 4,906 were helicopter crew members and 2,202 were helicopter pilots. The average age of the 58,169 soldiers killed in Vietnam was 23.11 years old.33 There were 11,827 helicopters that participated in the Vietnam War, with 7,013 of them being Hueys. A total of 5,086 helicopters were destroyed in the war.34

When I look back at Vietnam, I see it through the perspective of a young man eager for excitement but naive about the stark realities of war. The war made me realize that there is a fine line between man and animal, and in war, one has to work hard at not crossing that line. I always felt that we did well as soldiers when we were there, and I was and still am proud of the way our soldiers performed in battle. Vietnam was the first time that the army actually used the helicopter in air assaults, and I am proud to have been a part of that. When I was in

Vietnam, I used to talk to the South Vietnamese people, and the ones I spoke with believed in their cause and were glad that we were there. If one takes the time to study the history of Vietnam after the Geneva

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16. Cook Clinic

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub


Cook Clinic

When I started this clinic in 1993, everybody in town thought I was nuttier than a fruitcake. We would go broke. It would cost us too much money. And the doctors and the hospital got mad at us for doing it. Those doctors love us now because we pay cash. If we refer one of our patients to them for specialty treatment, they see the patient, we get the bill, and we send the doctor a check. And we get a discount for quick payment. It works.

—Bill Cook

It looks like an ordinary doctor’s waiting room, except:

•  It’s a little bigger, with nineteen chairs.

•  It has a sign saying, “We Welcome Our Walk-In Patients.”

•  It’s open Monday through Friday from 8 AM until 8 PM—not until 3, not until 4 or 5, until 8 PM. And from 8 until noon on Saturday.

Cook Clinic is more than one company’s attempt to combat and control rising health costs. It’s Bill Cook’s microcosmic offering as Exhibit A that the health problem—which neither government nor private medical practice nor any of the profits-through-the-roof insurance companies has begun to dent—is not insurmountable at all.

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Edited by Linda Wilcox DeSimone University Press of Colorado ePub

My Husband leaves for Italy—Experiences as the Wife of a Missionary—Privations and Struggles with Poverty in England—Suspicions of Polygamy—The “Privilege” of “Washing the Elders’ Feet”—Cheerful Words in Time of Trouble.

I HAD been married about four months when my husband was called to go on a mission to Italy. What terrible news this was to me, for I was to be left behind! In my grief I exclaimed, “Ah! why could they not have selected some one else?” Then I remembered how that, in my first joy and gratitude after being baptized into the church, I had said that I would do any thing that the Lord required of me; and now I felt that He was going to put me to the test. Thus it was that, when asked by one of the “Twelve Apostles” if I were willing that my husband should go, I answered “Yes,” although even at the time I thought that my very heart would break.

As Mormon elders receive no salary, nor any remuneration whatever, my husband was very much troubled about leaving me dependent on others, not being sure how I might be provided for, and knowing better than I did what want I should probably be exposed to. At his request, an old and valued friend was appointed his successor; Mr. S. believing that in doing so I should be provided for and watched over!

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Chapter 3 The Brain Quintet and Ensemble

Stephen Gamble and William Lynch University of North Texas Press PDF



The Brain Quintet and Ensemble

Brain formed the Dennis Brain Wind Quintet in 1946, while still in the RAF.

It later expanded and was named the Dennis Brain Wind Ensemble.

Wind Quintet

Brain’s participation in new chamber music ensembles created during wartime may have given him the idea of starting his own ensemble before he was released from RAF duties. Still in uniform, he established the Dennis Brain

Wind Quintet, which after demobilization in September 1946 became very busy, giving concerts in the British Isles and occasionally for broadcast.

Brain returned from his month’s tour with the RAF Symphony Orchestra in Germany at the beginning of May 1946. He was too late to take part in the Quintet’s first concert at the Chelsea Town Hall on April 30, 1946, with

Denis Matthews at the piano. As his horn colleague Norman Del Mar remembered, he played in Brain’s place and flutist Gareth Morris (Pl. 1) also took part. Morris’s diary usually indicated “Q” for Quintet engagements, which invariably included works for other combinations. The diary is the source of many details of the Quintet’s schedule.1

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6: Independent Painting while Teaching 1905–1923

Rachel Berenson Perry Indiana University Press ePub


FOLLOWING HIS NOTABLE LOUISIANA PURCHASE Exposition awards, Forsyth successfully sold a few landscapes, including On the Kentucky River and a couple of paintings displayed at the Lieber Galleries. In early 1906 the Louis Katz Art Gallery in New York City wrote, wishing to negotiate an agreement to sell some of his work.1

William Forsyth ca. 1907,
Indiana Historical Society, M0691.

Along with improving sales, Forsyth consistently donated or partially donated paintings to schools, including the Bluffton Public School, Garfield Public School in Richmond, Gary Public Schools, and Manual Training School in Indianapolis. He also gifted paintings to various organizations and individuals, such as the Orphans’ Asylum, the Art Association of Indianapolis, and James Whitcomb Riley (who was ill), and to celebrate marriages and anniversaries. For his seasonal excursion in 1905, Forsyth returned to Martinsville in August, then moved due east about thirty-five miles to Waldron, in Shelby County, to sketch and paint colorful foliage.2

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Chapter 10 ✚ The Cigarette in the Rain

Joann Puffer Kotcher University of North Texas Press PDF

✚ C ha p t e r 1 0 ✚

The Cigarette in the Rain


ometimes the wisdom of our decisions surprises us. Choosing between one form of death and another is no simple matter. Back in

late August, for several days it had been hot at Dong Ba Thin. At dinner some of the officers traded war stories about the heat. One said, “Two days ago it was 110 degrees in the tent at the airstrip.” I had experienced high 90s in a tent at Di An, but not 110 degrees.

The next one said, “In the sun it was 134 degrees.”

The third one topped them all. “On the steel paving of the runway it was 145 degrees. I have people who have gotten blisters on their feet from walking on it, through their boots.”

(About) April 25, Bien Hoa

Almost every night after dinner the company showed a movie on a screen they set up outdoors behind the officer’s club. Everyone would bring a chair. One night, as usual, we pulled our chairs into rows and traded lighthearted jokes. We anticipated a story to entertain us and distract us from the tension that surrounded us. The movie was an old-fashioned western. In one scene the villain stampeded the herd. A hero good guy was thrown from his horse. We saw him go down under the thundering cattle. The man sitting next to me, one of the Cowboys

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Chapter X Escape From Prison—Recaptured

Revised by William Rathmell. Edited with an Introduction and Annotations by Robert K. DeArment University of North Texas Press PDF




escape from prison— recaptured

When the four brothers were taken to jail in Graham they were stripped naked and their clothes searched for arms or weapons of any description. Then they were shoved roughly into a small steel cage and locked and barred in with extra precaution. The turnkey and other jail officials and peace officers seemed determined to make their existence as miserable as possible, and every possible indignity and insult that could be devised was heaped relentlessly upon them. Their friends and even their mother and wives were denied admittance to them, and not a message or article of any kind was allowed to be transmitted either to or from them. The food they were given was of the coarsest kind, and not enough of it to have satisfied the hunger of one man, much less that of four strong and stalwart men like the Marlows at this time.

As day after day passed under this treatment, the realization that they were to be starved to death like rats in a cage forced its way upon their minds with all its horrors, and smarting under a hundred other insults, taunts and indignities, it is no wonder their free Western spirits rebelled, and that they resolved to make a bold break for liberty.

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