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Your Connection to the Old West September 13, 2017Vol. 29, No. 3

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The NewtonMassacre(See Newsmen on Page 4)

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Arizona’s firststate park was

established in 1958at what location?

(5 Letters)

Battling Editors inOld San Francisco

Newspaperman James King-of-William

Buffalo Bill Entertains the Grand Duke

In Their Own Words

By Richard W. Kimball

Many so-called “newspapers” pub-lished in old San

Francisco during the 1850s were riddled with editorial opinion and gossip. Printing real news was rare and when it was done, it was haphaz-ardly at best. At the height of the Gold Rush, a dozen news-papers were published in the city and most were sheer hy-perbole and fantasy.

San Francisco editors were deadly serious about their beliefs, however, and some would fight to the death to defend their views. They were always ready with fists, knives, pistols, rifles or anything that could be used as a weapon. For instance, Edward Gilbert, the editor of the Alta California, wrote a column criticizing the state government for its neglect in assisting inexperienced trav-elers trapped in the Sierras. The governor, John Bigler, responded to the editorial by

ordering General J.W. Den-ver to send a rescue party into the mountains to find and rescue any stranded trav-elers they could find. Gilbert roundly criticized the gen-eral by saying he was trying to portray himself as a hero. The editorial went on to say that the rescue was a blatant and disgraceful exhibition of political posturing.

When General Denver read the editorial, he quickly wrote a rebuttal and sent it to a rival newspaper in Sacra-mento. Gilbert responded in the Alta California the next day with a scathing diatribe that called Denver’s letter un-acceptable. The editor used his newspaper to challenge the general to a duel—rifles at 40 paces. General Denver ac-cepted the challenge and the two antagonists met at Oak Grove on August 2, 1852.

They arrived early in the morning with their seconds. A doctor was also present.

Grand Duke Alexis

Twen ty - two - year - o ld Grand Duke Alexis, sixth child of Russian

Emperor Alexander II, had arrived in the United States in November 1871 to tour North America. After calling on Presi-dent Grant, where he received a cold reception due to a dip-lomatic dispute regarding an American request for Russia to withdraw its ambassador in Washington, the Grand Duke toured the eastern states, took a trip into Canada and then to Chicago.

By mid-January the

Grand Duke had made his way to central Nebraska for his much anticipated partici-pation in a buffalo hunt that would take place on his twen-

ty-second birthday. Buffalo Bill Cody was to be his guide. The hunting party also included General Philip Sheridan and Colonel George Custer. Buffa-lo Bill kept a diary of his expe-rience. We join his account as the Grand Duke’s special train pulls into the train station:

“At last, on the morning of the 12th of January, 1872, the Grand Duke and party ar-rived at North Platte by spe-cial train; in charge of a Mr.

Newton, Kansas, was the terminus of the famed Ch-

isholm Trail for just one year before the railroad was extended farther south to Wichita. During that year, however, Newton was about as wild and wooly as any place in the Wild West, and in August 1871 was the scene of one of the bloodi-est shoot-outs in western history.

Mike McCluskie was foreman of a railroad con-struction crew. Known for his toughness and his abil-ity to keep his men in line, he moonlighted as a police-man in raucous Newton. On August 11, 1871, he was forced to kill a hard-drink-

ing Texas gambler named William Bailey.

McCluskie left town the next day, hoping that Bailey’s numerous Texas friends would cool off after a while. A week later he re-turned to Newton, despite threats from Bailey’s co-horts, still very much upset over Bailey’s death. Mc-Cluskie spent the evening of Saturday, August 19 in Perry Tuttle’s Dance Hall. A little after midnight, Mc-Cluskie was sitting at a faro table when William Bai-ley’s friend Hugh Ander-son walked up to him with a drawn pistol.

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Dear Lord,Thank you for this day.

Hold my hand and give me courageto carry the cross You have chosen for me.

Let me never complain.Let me smile and give strength

to my family and friendsand to all I come in contact with. The sedimentary rock at

Monument Valley in Navajo country was created begin-ning 284 million years ago. At that time, Monument Valley was a large plain criss-crossed by rivers. In modern times, the place has been the setting for many motion pic-tures, including some star-ring John Wayne.

A starving white woman

whose last name was Paige was found near Tucson in 1859. She was brought to town and told her rescuers she had been captured by Apache Indians who had left her behind because they thought she was sick and dy-ing. She survived on roots and berries for 16 days be-fore she was found by men from Tucson.

On an 1878 summer visit to the Grand Canyon’s Havasupai Indians, a group of white men exploring the country sampled bread made from ground sunflower seeds. The Havasupai, who welcome visitors today, also raised peaches, watermelons, corn, beans and pumpkins.

1888 Christmas gifts sold by stores in Williams in-cluded glassware, clocks, tea-pots, note paper, silk handker-chiefs, sleeve holders, rubber dolls and wooden toys, choc-olate, hard candy and oysters. 1888 was the year the Kodak camera was introduced and the first electric automobile was demonstrated.

Near Flagstaff late in the 1890s, outlaws stole horses from a ranch. The sheriff, his posse, and the horses’ owner, whose name was Walter Hill, chased the thieves. There was a gunfight and Hill was wounded. The thieves surren-dered. Thinking he was about to die, Hill asked the sheriff to bring a thief to him for ex-ecution. The sheriff complied and Hill shot the man, recov-ered from his wound, and went back to raising horses.

Stagecoaches were re-placed by a railroad hauling passengers from Williams to the Grand Canyon in 1901. The train still is in operation seven days a week.

When Arizona High-ways magazine began publi-cation in 1925, less than 200 miles of road were paved in the state. A gasoline tax of three cents a gallon paid for additional paving and other improvements.

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Cody & the Grand Duke

(See Alexis on Page 5)

Alexis

(From Page 1)

Francis Thompson. Captain Hays and myself, with five or six ambulances, fifteen or twenty extra saddle-horses and a company of cavalry under Captain Egan, were at the depot in time to receive them. Presently General Sheridan and a large, fine-looking young man, whom we at once concluded to be the Grand Duke came out of the cars and approached us. General Sheridan at once introduced me to the Grand Duke as Buffalo Bill, for he it was, and said that I was to take charge of him and show him how to kill buffalo.

In less than half an hour the whole party were dash-ing away towards the south, across the South Platte and towards the Medicine; upon reaching which point we halt-ed for a change of horses and a lunch. Resuming our ride we reached Camp Alexis in the afternoon.

General Sheridan was well pleased with the ar-

rangements that had been made and was delighted to find that Spotted Tail and his Indians had arrived on time. They were objects of great curiosity to the Grand Duke, who spent considerable time in looking at them, and watching their exhibitions of horsemanship, sham fights, etc. That evening the Indians gave the grand war dance, which I had arranged for.

General Custer, who was one of the hunting party, car-

ried on a mild flirtation with one of Spotted Tail’s daugh-ters, who had accompanied her father thither, and it was noticed also that the Duke Alexis paid considerable at-tention to another handsome redskin maiden. The night passed pleasantly, and all re-tired with great expectations of having a most enjoyable and successful buffalo hunt. The Duke Alexis asked me a


Battling Editors

(See Newsmen on Page 7)

Newsmen

(From Page 1)

The seconds presented rifles, each loaded with a single car-tridge, to each of the duelists who then stood back-to-back.

An order was given and the two men walked off the re-quired 40 steps, then turned and faced each other. When a signal was given, Gilbert fired his weapon first, but his shot missed. Denver held his rifle vertically and fired a

shot into the air. When the seconds asked the combat-ants if they were satisfied with the result, Denver said he was, but Gilbert wanted to try again. He was not ready to concede and said they should shoot again. The sec-onds reloaded the rifles and the dualists again faced each other. When the order was issued, Denver took careful aim and shot Gilbert in the left hip. Gilbert grimaced, smiled weakly at his friends and then fell to the ground. The doctor pronounced him dead.

A most interesting bat-tle that occurred between newspaper editors happened in late 1855. James King-of-William had relocated to San Francisco five years earlier


Cody & the Grand Duke

(See Alexis on Page 8)

Mrs. Feeney shouted from the kitchen, “Is that you I hear spittin’ in the vase on the mantle piece?”

“No,” said Mr. Feeney, “but I am gettin’ closer.”

Alexis

(From Page 3)

great many questions as to how we shot buffaloes, and what kind of a gun or pistol we used, and if he was go-ing to have a good horse. I told him that he was to have my celebrated buffalo horse

Buckskin Joe, and when we went into a buffalo herd all he would have to do was to sit on the horse’s back and fire away.

At nine o’clock next morning we were all in our saddles, and in a few min-utes were galloping over the prairies in search of a buffalo herd. We had not gone far be-

fore we observed a herd some distance ahead of us cross-ing our way; after that we proceeded cautiously, so as to keep out of sight until we were ready to make a charge.

Of course the main was


Newton MassacreGunfight

(From Page 1)

“You are a cowardly son of a bitch! I will blow the top of your head off!”

Shots rang out and Mc-Cluskie was wounded in the neck, leg, and torso. Other dance hall patrons drew their

guns and the melee was on. A drover named Jim Martin was shot in the throat, and two railroad men—brakeman Patrick Lee and a shoveler named Hicke—were shot in the stomach and leg, respec-tively.

As Martin staggered outside to die, Jim Riley, a young friend of McCluskie,

locked the door behind him and emptied his gun at the Texas cowboys. When the smoke cleared, the blood-spattered room revealed a slew of wounded cowhands: Anderson had been hit twice in the leg; Billy Garrett had been fatally shot in the chest and shoulder; Henry Kearnes was dying from a chest wound; Jim Wilkerson had been grazed in the face; and another unnamed cowboy suffered a leg wound.

McCluskie was carried to his hotel room, where he died the next morning. Hugh Anderson recovered, but was hunted by McCluskie’s broth-er, Arthur. On July 4, 1873, Arthur McCluskie killed An-derson in a particularly brutal dual where both contestants emptied their guns into each other, then went after each other with knives.

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Newsmen

(From Page 4)

from his home in Washing-ton, D.C. planning to start a small bank. When his bank-ing venture failed, he blamed local politicians and the larg-er banks for his misfortune. Since he had once worked in a printing plant, he decided to start his own newspaper so he could vent his rage at those he believed had forced his bank out of business. With the backing and support of a few friends, he soon was edi-tor of the Evening Bulletin, a weekly.

James King-of-William came by his unique sur-name when he was a boy in Washington. Since several of his schoolmates were also named James King, he decid-ed to make himself stand out by adding his father’s first name to his last and decided to call himself James King-of-William.

He started publishing his San Francisco newspa-per in October of 1855. He began by writing a series of

scathing editorials about the graft and greed of the local politicians and bankers. A war of words soon erupted in the city of 55,000 and several other newspapers began pub-lishing their own views about the state of affairs in San Francisco. After a few weeks, King-of-William began to re-ceive death threats. One in particular was disconcerting. It was from the editor of an opposing newspaper who challenged him to a duel.

King-of-William re-sponded at once. In the De-cember 6th issue of the Eve-ning Bulletin, he published a reply: “We pass every after-noon about 4:30 to 5 o’clock along Market Street from Fourth to Fifth Streets. The road is wide and not so much frequented as those streets farther in town. If we are to be shot or cut to pieces, for Heaven’s sake let it be done

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Cody & the Grand DukeAlexis

(From Page 5)

to give Alexis the first chance and the best shot at the buffaloes, and when all was in readiness we dashed over a little knoll that had hidden us from view, and

in a few minutes we were among them. Alexis at first preferred to use his pistol instead of a gun. He fired six shots from this weapon at buffaloes only twenty feet away from him, but as he shot wildly, not one of his bullets took effect. Rid-ing up to his side and seeing

that his weapon was empty, I exchanged pistols with him. He again fired six shots, without dropping a buffalo.

Seeing that the animals were bound to make their escape without his killing one of them, unless he had a better weapon, I rode up to him, gave him my old reli-able ‘Lucretia,’ and told him to urge his horse close to the buffaloes, and I would then give him the word when to shoot. At the same time I gave old Buckskin Joe a blow with my whip, and with a few jumps the horse carried the Grand Duke to within about ten feet of a big buffalo bull.

‘Now is your time,’ said I. He fired, and down went the buffalo.

The Grand Duke stopped his horse, dropped his gun on the ground, and commenced waving his hat. When his suite came gal-loping up, he began talking to them in a tongue which I could not understand. Presently General Sheridan joined the group, and the ambulances were brought up. Very soon the corks be-gan to fly from the cham-pagne bottles, in honor of the Grand Duke Alexis, who had killed the first buffalo.”


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Gilbert Once the‘Hay Capital of the World’

Gilbert is a young, affluent community incor-porated on July 6, 1920. Gilbert is a relatively new community that has seen tremendous growth dur-ing the past two decades. In 1902, the Arizona East-ern Railway asked for donations of right-of-way in order to establish a rail line between Phoenix and Florence. A rail siding was established on property owned by William “Bobby” Gilbert. The siding, and the town that sprung up around it, eventually be-came known as Gilbert. Gilbert was a prime farm-ing community, fueled by the construction of the Roosevelt Dam and the Eastern and Consolidated Canals in 1911. It remained an agricultural town for many years, and was known as the “Hay Capital of the World” until the late 1920s. Gilbert began to take its current shape during the 1970s when the Town Council approved a strip annexation that encompassed 53 square miles of county land. Al-though the population was only 1,971 in 1970, the Council realized that Gilbert would eventually grow and develop much like the neighboring communi-ties of Tempe, Mesa, and Chandler. This proved to be a farsighted decision as Gilbert positioned itself for growth in the 1980s and beyond.

Gilbert was recognized in 2010 as the “36th Best Place to Live in the nation,” as well as among the nation’s “top places to live and learn” by GreatSchools.org. Washington, D.C.-based CQ Press rated Gilbert the “safest municipality in Arizona, and 24th safest in the nation.” Gilbert’s Cosmo Dog Park has twice made Dog Fancy mag-azine’s list of top dog parks in the nation since opening in 2006, including being named Dog Park of the Year in 2007. The Riparian Preserve at Wa-ter Ranch is recognized by the National Audubon

Society as being an “Important Bird Area.” Gilbert has been named as a “bicycle-friendly” and “tree-friendly” community and receives high satisfaction rates from citizens in town surveys.

Gilbert continues to grow and build as a fan-tastic community. Although Gilbert is known as a great community to live, work and play, it is quickly becoming a tourist destination for visitors from across the nation. The town features stunning amenities including Water Tower Park, Hale Cen-ter Theater, Big League Dreams, and SanTan Vil-lage, making Gilbert a world-class community with small-town charm.


Battling Editors


Newsmen

(From Page 7)

there. Others will not be in-jured, and in case we fall, our house is but a few hundred yards beyond and the cem-etery not much farther.”

As far as can be deter-mined, that duel never hap-pened, but the ongoing feuds by the newspapers fueled

the interest of local readers. Turning from corruption to crime, James King-of-William kept his readers up-to-date on the nefarious happenings around the city. He tried to start a crusade against crime. He wrote that it was more of a crime to kill a mule than it was to kill a man. He bol-stered his argument by stat-ing that there were 487 mur-ders in San Francisco that

year, in addition to six hang-ings by the sheriff and 46 by vigilante mobs. When other newspapers failed to join his cause, he began attacking them in print.

James P. Casey, editor of the San Francisco Times, then published a letter writ-ten anonymously accusing King-of-William’s paper of not publicizing information about the unusual happen-ings at the Custom House. King-of-William, who once worked at the Custom House, demanded that Casey identify the writer of the letter. Casey refused. The two editors met on the street the next day and King-of-William again asked for the writer’s name. Eventu-ally, Casey admitted that he wrote the letter himself.

The next day, the Eve-ning Bulletin highlighted an article written by King-of-William that claimed James Casey had once been impris-oned at the infamous Sing Sing prison in New York

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Florence - The Real Wild West

The Merchants of Historic Florence Welcome You!

Courtesy Pinal County Historical SocietyCombine cowboys, miners, outlaws, wagons

rattling through town in every direction, saloons, and gambling establishments, and you will have early Florence—a real Wild West town. Florence’s dusty roads were busy. From the Silver King Mine 35 miles from town, wagons loaded with ore at first and then with shipments of silver bars and con-centrates, headed to the railroad at Casa Grande. Stages with the payroll headed through Florence, then through the mountains to the mines. Over 100 mines peppered the mountains surrounding the town. Men came to Florence for a stake or a job, while miners already employed or working a claim traveled to town for supplies and recreation.

Florence’s nearby ranches supplied the com-munity with beef. Cowboys were hired to help with the endless work of running cattle. All came into town at one time or another to buy supplies and, just like the miners, enjoyed imbibing or gam-bling, or both, at one of the many saloons. With the transitory population of miners, prospectors, and cowboys added to Florence’s entrepreneurs, there were bound to be some people who oper-ated outside the law. The mountains, canyons, and caves surrounding town were great places for out-laws to hide. Aravaipa Canyon became notorious

for renegade Apache and even murders, leading a corral in the canyon to be described as haunted. Pinal County had many stage robberies—especially on the road from Florence to Globe. Because the county courthouse and jail were in Florence, mis-creants were brought to town for trial or safekeep-ing until they could be sent to the Arizona Territo-rial Prison in Yuma.

The 20th century did not diminish Florence’s role as part of the lawlessness of the real Wild West. The haunted corral was part of news stories again, and Florence’s location near major thoroughfares made it a mark for criminals on their way to some-where else.

Silver King miners shown in 1887. By then the pay rock was starting to thin out.


Battling Editors


Newsmen

(From Page 10)

state. Although the article was correct, Casey’s impris-onment had happened many

years previously. When Casey read the story, he went at once to the offices of the Bul-letin to vent his displeasure.

According to informa-tion found in another news-paper, Casey asked King-of-

William why he printed such a damaging article.

“I will publish what I see fit,” King-of-William said, “and tomorrow I shall be even more severe.”

“Then you must pre-pare to defend yourself on the street,” Casey warned, “for I intend to attack you on sight!”

King-of-William re-sponded angrily. “Leave my office at once! If you do not, I shall kick you into the street. Go and never darken my door again!”

Casey left immediately and went home to put his af-fairs in order. He was deter-mined to defend his honor at any cost. His friends came and tried to talk him out of it, but he could not be swayed. He wanted to attack his ri-val.

Late in the afternoon on May 14, 1856, Casey waited at the corner of Montgomery and Washington streets. The office of the Evening Bulle-tin was only a block farther on. When James King-of-Wil-liam came walking along the street, Casey called out: “You should defend yourself!” King-of-William was taken by surprise and before he could pull his own pistol, Casey shot him. The bullet hit him in the chest. He stumbled into an adjacent office and a call went out for a doctor. Po-lice arrived at the street cor-ner within minutes. There, they quickly disarmed Casey and arrested him. Casey was escorted to the city jail where he was placed in a cell with a gambler named Charles Cora. Cora was in jail for the killing of U.S. Marshal


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Battling Editors


Newsmen

(From Page 12)

William Richardson.James King-of-William

died six days later. Angry San Francisco residents started forming a Vigilante Committee to seek “justice.” They established a command post in an old grain ware-

house they named Fort Gun-nybags. About 2,500 men joined the vigilante force and were formed into 25 “com-panies.” The vigilante force then marched, with bayonets bristling, to the jail where the two killers were in custody. At first, the sheriff tried to rea-son with the mob, but when two cannons were brought up and pointed at the jailhouse, he gave up and let the vigilan-tes take the prisoners.

James King-of-William


Battling EditorsNewsmen

(From Page 14)

died on May 20. His support-ers clogged the streets near Fort Gunnybags when they heard the news. Church bells tolled and businesses closed. Thousands of men accom-panied the body of the dead editor to the Lone Mountain Cemetery. At Fort Gunny-bags, the Vigilante Commit-tee tried Casey and Cora in a kangaroo court and found both men guilty. Their pun-ishment would be death by hanging.

Both killers were marched to a hastily built platform in front of Fort Gunnybags where nooses were placed over each of their heads. When asked if they had any last words, Charles Cora remained silent, but Casey decided to speak.

According to one eye-witness, the former editor of the Times said: “Gentlemen! I hope this will be forever engraved on your minds and hearts. I am no murderer. Let no man call me a murderer or an assassin. Let not the community pronounce me

a murderer. Let no editor dare to slander my name or memory. Where I belonged I was taught to fight, and that to resist my own wrong was my province.” When he stopped speaking both men

dropped to their deaths as church bells and firehouse bells chimed. It was report-ed that the streets of San Francisco were quiet that night for the first time in many weeks.

I took off my shirt when I got home and my wifeput her eclipse glasses back on.

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