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9. A “Bully from Canada”

Chuck Parsons and Norman Wayne Brown University of North Texas Press PDF

“But the lynx eyes of the Taylors never lost sight of him. Jim and Bill Taylor, implacable as fate, followed him to Indianola.

Sutton’s noble little wife suspicioned their intentions, and so assiduous was her solicitude for her husband that she remained at his side, and thus shielded him from the murderous lead already molded and consecrated for his destruction.”

Victor M. Rose, The Texas Vendetta

t was common knowledge that the Taylors had attempted to kill Sutton several times. Jim Taylor had shot him in a Cuero saloon, breaking his arm; he had had a horse killed under him on the prairie in another assassination attempt, and another horse killed under him while crossing the Guadalupe River. Hardin complained that Sutton “was looked upon as hard to catch, and I had made futile efforts to get him myself. I had even gone down to his home at Victoria, but did not get him.” The fact that Sutton was “so wiley that he always eluded us,” explains why the Taylors had found it expedient to bring in an outsider, a man whom

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6: More Memories of Arizona

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 6

More Memories of Arizona


e have all day been in the drainage of the Niobrara, to which Plum creek is tributary. A few miles beyond this is Evergreen creek, a pretty stream full of beaver. These streams head in the country near the sources of the Loup and Colemans through which I passed in July 1879, in company with Genl.

Crook and others.1

Stanton has been recalling reminiscences of a trip we made together through Arizona, in 1872. Genl. Crook was then organizing an armed force of the Hualpai Indians to go out after the Apache-Mojaves and had started out from Prescott for the reservation of the former tribe at Beale’s Springs, leaving me to follow after with Col. Stanton.2 When we reached Camp Hualpai,3 or rather shortly after we had left there, we were assailed by a violent storm of wind and snow in the Juniper

1.  See Robinson, Diaries, 3, Chapter 12.

2.  This does not appear in Bourke’s previous notebooks, the earliest known at this time beginning on November 20, 1872. By that time, Crook had already enlisted the Hualpais.

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25. The Creative World of Stan Kenton (1970)

Michael Sparke University of North Texas Press PDF


The Creative World of Stan Kenton


Several prominent jazzmen had dabbled briefly with their own record labels in the past: Gillespie with Dee Gee, Herman on Mars,

Mingus and Debut. All had quickly found it unprofitable, and had sold out to an established company. Even Sinatra and Reprise had finally succumbed. Kenton had the advantage of access to his entire back catalog, on lease from Capitol and Decca Records, plus a highly loyal if relatively small fan-base on which to build. Even so, Kenton LPs were not prone to fly off the shelves, and Stan knew that more than anything else it was personal appearances that stimulated record sales. The time had come to form a new orchestra!

“The band was really just thrown together, you know,”1 commented drummer John Von Ohlen. But how it was thrown! Stan was no longer able to afford high-profile names, but with Dick Shearer’s help he assembled a band of largely untried youngsters whose technical skills and reading ability were the equal of more experienced musicians, and whose ensemble playing was more accurate and energetic than any other permanent, touring orchestra of the period.

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3 Versailles, Warsaw, Syria, 1919–24

Anthony Clayton Indiana University Press ePub

Accompanying Foch in November and December 1918, Weygand visited the devastated areas of France that had been occupied by the Germans. He saw wanton German destruction of towns, villages, and farms and talked to surviving inhabitants about the suffering that they had endured. The impressions that he formed were strong and to be recalled in the 1930s: this must never be allowed to happen again, and his country, France, must play the lead role in ensuring that it did not. The impressions were to last his life, especially in May 1940. In these views he followed Foch, who saw French security as the prime issue in the peacemaking. This belief was only strengthened by the events in Germany in late 1918 and early 1919: the German army’s triumphal march through Berlin on December 19, the salute taken by the chancellor, Friedrich Ebert, and the rhetoric of the army returning unbeaten from the field of battle, soon to be extended to that of Dolchstoss, a stab in the back by politicians. Further, following the Russian Revolution, it seemed clear that France would not expect any massive support on an eastern frontier, while Austria would join Germany.

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17. The Mine and the Railroad

David M. Jordan Indiana University Press ePub

THROUGH JUNE AND JULY A PROJECT HAD BEEN underway which promised a possible break in the Petersburg stalemate. The commander of a regiment in the Ninth Corps made up primarily of miners from Pennsylvania’s anthracite region had suggested digging a mine from the Union lines to a spot under the rebel position and there exploding a large amount of powder, with the hope of blowing a hole in the Confederate defenses. Burnside agreed to the plan—to keep his men occupied if for no other reason—and won grudging approval from Meade and Grant for the project. No one really expected much to come of the digging, but as the end of July approached so too did the end of the mine, and suddenly there was all sorts of interest in it. When there appears no other way to break a deadlock, any plan may seem attractive.

A few days before the expected detonation of the mine, Hancock’s Second Corps and two divisions of Sheridan’s cavalry were sent off to the right, to Deep Bottom, a bridgehead on the north bank of the James, to threaten Richmond from there and, it was hoped, draw off some of Lee’s army from Petersburg to meet the threat. The Confederates did in fact move substantial forces north of the James to counter the movement of the Second Corps. As the time for the bomb drew near, Hancock’s men were brought back to Petersburg.1

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Chapter 31

Marianne Boruch Indiana University Press ePub

Chapter 31

Was I boring Frances to smithereens? What was I telling this for? Off shore, out on the ocean, I saw ships. I saw men shrunk by distance pulling on ropes, some just standing on deck. I guessed they were smoking cigarettes, dreaming off, taking a break. So I stopped too.

Frances opened her eyes. So what the fuck happened next? she said. That’s not it, is it?


Shit. You actually did it? You went down that hole? Shit and a half, I would have been out of there.

What? You kidding? And sit in the car in the middle of bean-field-nowhere for eight hours, waiting? That was the only alternative. But believe me, it did run through my head.

So Frances closed her eyes again and I kept on with my story, how we all took turns and lowered ourselves down, into that ladder-like descent. Into that honest-to-zeus underworld. And slid down and caught ourselves on stony footings, then slid, then caught until—whoa! we were there, rock bottom for real. And a massive room opened up. A whole mountain range, miles of it. I’d never seen anything so astonishing in my life.

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Chapter 6. Police Officer Lee Waller (June 30, 1892)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press Denton, Texas ePub



June 30, 1892

“Boys, I’m a goner . . . .”

Lee Waller was a typical nineteenth-century Western lawman: a farm boy who did not care that much about the law but did want something better out of life than being a dirt farmer. He took a round-about route to police work, but once he put on the badge he discovered he had a natural talent for it. It was a tough business, and he was a tough guy—the kind who did not concern himself with such things as civil rights and racial equality. However, he was a good partner and a stand-up guy, and those things counted the most among his fellow lawmen.

C. L. “Lee” Waller was born in Williamson County, Texas, on October 28, 1866, and while still a boy he moved with his parents to Hamilton, in Hamilton County, where his father, Sidney Waller, took a job as town marshal. He had three siblings, two brothers and a sister, of whom he was closest to younger brother A. S. (Sid, Jr.). Both would eventually follow their father into law enforcement. But before they found their niche, Lee went to work at twelve as water boy on a railroad construction project. In 1890, at the age of twenty-two, he moved to the “big city,” joining his brother and sister in Fort Worth. Without any law enforcement experience, he was hired by the Police Department as a beat cop. Brother Sid joined the Department two years later as a patrol-wagon driver.1

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5: A Trip East

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 5

A Trip East


ept. 5th 1880. Left Omaha, viâ “Burlington” road1 for Chicago and the East. At dépôt, met my friend, Mr. William Carter, son of Judge Carter of Fort Bridger, Wyo., and also met exSenator [John Milton] Thayer of Nebraska. In Chicago dined at the

Palmer House and then took the Balt[imore]. and Ohio Express for


Sept. 6th 1880. Major [Azor H.] Nickerson met me in the R.R. dépôt, upon my arrival. (9.20 P.M.) and took me to his neat little home on Rhode-Island Avenue (near 18th [Street]). During my stay at the

Capital, Nickerson exerted himself in every way possible to make my visit pleasurable. I did not visit many public buildings, my time being too brief, but I saw many delightful people, some of whom I had previously known personally and others through communications. Nickerson’s office was in the War Department, (in the old Navy building.) There I met numbers of officers—Generals [Samuel?]

Breck, [Emory] Upton, [William B.] Hazen, [Richard Coulter] Drum,

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Manuel F. Medrano University of North Texas Press ePub


September 22, 1994

Dr. Américo Paredes: Okay. How do you want to lead off?

Medrano: Today is September 22, 1994. We are very pleased to be here at the home of Américo Paredes, Professor Emeritus at The University of Texas at Austin. Dr. Paredes what can you tell us about your childhood? Where were you born? About your parents? Where did you grow up?

Dr. Américo Paredes: I was born in Brownsville; I’m a Brownsville boy, on September 3, 1915, during the height of the border troubles when there was an ethnic cleansing, to use current term, along the border when Rangers and others murdered a number of Mexicans and intimidated a lot of others to leave the country; in other words, so the country could be developed. That’s why we have grapefruit orchards and all of that in the Brownsville area.

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Ford, Ford Madox Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub


I am going to give you some peasant biographies.

In the ten years from 1894 to 1903 I was hardly at all in London. I had buried myself in the country and for three or four years hardly saw anyone but fieldworkers. These years were passed firstly at Bonnington, a lonely village in the Romney Marsh and then at the Pent – a lonelier farmhouse at the foot of the North Downs. It was in 1897 that Mr Edward Garnett persuaded me to come to Limpsfield but, as I have said, I returned very soon to the Pent. There Conrad came along.

I suppose that for seven or eight years we hardly passed a day and certainly not a month without meeting and discussing our joint and several works. For a number of years longer we remained on terms of the closest intimacy and community of interests. That was only interrupted by my frequent visits to the continent of Europe or to the United States. In Belgium we spent some time together when we were working on Romance. On the publication of that book we went to London where I occupied a house on the top of Campden Hill. Conrad had lodgings round the corner.

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Chapter 8: Quanah Parker: Fort Worth’s Adopted Native Son

Richard F. Selcer University Of North Texas Press ePub


Quanah Parker: Fort Worth’s Adopted Native Son

In the heart of the Fort Worth Stockyards National Historic District stands a statue of legendary Comanche Chief Quanah Parker. It is fitting that the statue stands in front of a hotel because Quanah himself was never more than a visitor to Fort Worth. He never resided here, did not have family roots here, and visited the city only rarely. Yet this son of a Comanche father and an Anglo mother became Fort Worth’s “native son” in the truest sense of that term. The city virtually adopted him. City fathers such as W. T. “Tom” Waggoner and Samuel Burk Burnett called him friend and he always had a special place in his heart for the town even while making a home among his people in Oklahoma. How Quanah Parker came to be Fort Worth’s Native Son is one of our city’s great stories.

It is the remarkable story of a man straddling two cultures, alternately embraced and rejected by both, who in the end helped heal the wounds of war and hatred. He was born and grew up in the world of the fearsome Comanches but died in the white man’s world after making peace with his people’s longtime enemies. His given name, Quanah, was Native American and the only name he needed among his father’s people. Years later he added the surname Parker as acknowledgment of the white half of his ancestry. The two names symbolized the two worlds that Quanah Parker lived in.

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Dispatches from the Drownings

B.J. Hollars Break Away Book Club Edition ePub


It is our first night in a new town and we sleep soundly. Brush teeth, crawl beneath sheets, and listen to the crickets just beyond the bedroom window. There is a river beyond the window, and in that river, a boy. A boy who—we will learn the next day—has the river inside of him, too.


Our lives begin in the water. In utero, a fetus relies solely on its mother’s water-based womb. Oxygen is not yet introduced through the fetal lungs, but through the umbilical cord—a more direct route. Nevertheless, with the snip of the scissors, this route closes for good. Dear Child, if you wish to live, you must try to trust your lungs . . .


On the third day, God divided water from earth and two days later he filled them. “Let the waters swarm with swarms of living creatures,” he cried, “and let birds fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.” Despite his miracle, God’s work remained incomplete. On the sixth day God created humans, endowing us with lungs and free will. Sixteen hundred years later, he drowned us like dogs in the Flood.

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Eight: The Technical Approach

William Brown Indiana University Press ePub

Any discussion of Pressler’s approach to teaching must begin with an understanding of the technical principles essential to achieving precision, freedom, control, sensitivity, colors, and intensity. In considering how to begin to communicate technical ideas to students at their first lessons, Pressler says, “You must build a relationship first. You have to build a mutual vocabulary. You see, we must learn to understand one another, so that when I say, ‘relax,’ they know exactly what I mean.” Former student William Goldenberg recalls, “It was common knowledge that the first thing [Pressler] would do at the first lesson was greet you with a handshake and talk about the strong grasp of the fingers and hand while keeping the arm relaxed.”

Next Pressler leads students to the piano, where they experience the relaxed arm while playing single notes, and over the next several weeks Pressler presents various drills and exercises that help students understand proper use of the fingers, hands, wrists, arms, and torso. This process enables students to interact with the mechanism of the instrument in a natural way, as if the keyboard were an extension of their own bodies. The goal is that students learn to play in a relaxed manner with balanced arms, strong fingers, and flexible wrists, creating beautiful, sonorous, non-percussive sounds without harshness.

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XI “Hail and Farewell at the Crossing”

Larry Lockridge Indiana University Press ePub

A great day for Bloomington despite the drizzle and cold, March 6, 1948, was Regionals day of the Indiana High School Basketball tournament. Coach John Brogneaux’s Purple Panthers of BHS, having won their sectional games, had been drilling on the Martinsville hardwood earlier in the week. They would be facing Terre Haute Wiley there in the afternoon and hoped to advance to the finals in the evening.

In the morning my father worked on a tax return for my mother and had her make out a check for $544.22 to Internal Revenue. He went out to mail the return and buy the weekend groceries, and after lunch told his wife he’d take Ernest, sick as usual, and go listen to the Regionals out at his parents’. Lillian was a big sports fan, and she and her brother sometimes listened to the radio together. His mood had in no way improved in recent days, but he was able to carry on slowly the daily business of life—shopping, doing dishes, paying bills, cutting our hair, buying a bed for Terry Ross, a toy baby carriage for Jeanne, and a squirt gun for Ernest. It’s a rare Hoosier who is not a fanatic about high school basketball, and my mother was cheered to hear of this plan.

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1: The Ute Country and the Mining Districts

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 1

The Ute Country and the Mining Districts


uly 3rd 1880. An unusually pleasant and congenial party of ladies and gentlemen, left Omaha and Fort Omaha1 this morning for a ride over the line of the Omaha & Northern Nebraska R.R., to its terminus at Oakland Neb., and back. It consisted of Mrs. J. A.

Horbach and her daughter, Miss Mary2 and son Paul, Mrs Watson and son, Burt; Miss Jeannette C. Jewett—all of Omaha, and Mrs. W.

B. Royall, Miss Agnes Royall and Dr. [Richards] Barnett, Lieut. M.

C. Foote and the writer—all of Fort Omaha.

The ladies were all lovely and refined and extremely gentle and companionable—the gentlemen, well acquainted with each other and with the ladies whom they had in charge. No finer day for our purpose could have been selected; a brief rain the preceding evening had laid the dust and tempered the heat, so as to enable us to enjoy the fine scenery along the line of the road and to indulge in pleasant converse. Last year, I described this part of Nebraska at some length (in my note-book for August) and will only say now

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