Showing posts with label Deadwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deadwood. Show all posts

Thursday, September 18, 2025

Cats in the 1800s by Nancy J. Farrier

I came across a rather funny story about cats from the 1800’s and wanted to share that story, but as I did some research I found other reports of interest involving cats. So, I thought I would share that information too.


London Crystal Palace
In July of 1871, Harrison Weir, a cat lover, organized the very first cat show. The show was held for one day at the London Crystal Palace. Mr. Weir wrote the standards for the different breeds and was also one of the judges. Now, this may not seem so odd to us, but at that time cats were not considered an animal worth much. They weren’t like cattle, horses, or even dogs. You couldn’t train a cat to perform worthwhile tasks such as rounding up the sheep, or plowing a field. 

The venue for the cat show was one of note, so many people paid attention. 
Weir wrote his guidelines according to length of fur, color, shape and build. His regulations were put into a manual to be used by other cat show organizers.

On the way to the show, Weir worried that the cats would be unruly or difficult to manage, however he loved cats. He’d been long concerned over the ill treatment of house cats and wanted to change how people saw them.

The first cat show was a huge success. The winning owners included 32 gentlemen, 15 married women and 4 spinsters. People were surprised because up to now, cats had been considered the pets of spinsters. In the unusual category was a 20 lb. cat who won both the fattest and biggest of the show.

Manx Cat
A second show was held in December at the same location and lasted three days. People loved coming to see the unusual animals. I’m sure the animals in those early shows were unique and interesting to look at.

The funny story I wanted to share happened in 
Deadwood
Deadwood, in the Dakota territory. In 1876, there were no cats in Deadwood, but they had an abundance of rodents. One enterprising gentleman, Phatty Thompson, decided to bring in some cats and sell them. He traveled to Cheyenne and offered to pay some boys twenty-five cents for each cat they would bring him. The cats had to be in good condition and salable. 

Thompson ended up with more than eighty cats, which he put in crates for the journey. The trip from Cheyenne to Deadwood by wagon would take twelve days. Imagine riding that distance with eighty cats in crates. Accounts say they were meowing and caterwauling, making quite a racket.

The trip wasn’t without incident. At one point, the wagon overturned near a creek he was crossing. Most of the cats escaped. Some miners working nearby helped Thompson round up the cats. In Deadwood, he sold the cats for as much as $20 to $30 each, making quite a profit.

There is only one account of Thompson doing this trip. Having traveled with cats before, I know it can be unpleasant for even a short time and in a much more comfortable vehicle than a wagon. I can’t imagine more than eighty unhappy felines - not to mention traveling with them for 12 days. 

Have you every traveled with a cat? Have you ever attended a cat show? I haven’t been to a cat show, but would love to do so one day. Leave a comment and let me know if you have a cat and what kind.









Nancy J Farrier is an award-winning, best-selling author who lives in Southern Arizona in the Sonoran Desert. She loves the Southwest with its interesting historical past. When Nancy isn’t writing, she loves to read, do needlecraft, play with her cats and dog, and spend time with her family. You can read more about Nancy and her books on her website: nancyjfarrier.com.

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Martha Jane Cannary--and a Giveaway


May 1st marked the birthday of a woman by the name of Martha Jane Cannary—eldest child of a gambler father and a prostitute mother. She had two brothers and three sisters. As the family traveled from Martha Jane’s birthplace in Missouri to Virginia City, Montana, her mother fell ill with pneumonia and died. A year later, her father also succumbed to death, leaving Martha Jane, who was just fourteen years old at the time, to take charge of her five younger siblings and support her family. The six siblings settled in Piedmont, Wyoming, where Martha Jane took whatever jobs she could find—from dishwasher, to waitress, to nurse, to ox team driver, to sometimes prostitute. She would have turned 167 this year.

Why am I telling you about an obscure woman who died long ago?

Because she is better known as “Calamity Jane”—and she is also the historic western figure who I loosely based my heroine on in Taming Petra, one of four stories from the novella collection titled Cameo Courtships.

The Real Calamity Jane: Fact or Myth?


Calamity Jane in her buckskin trousers
and jacket, carrying a Sharps rifle.

Calamity Jane is a larger-than-life western figure who is said to have been a whiskey-swilling army scout, Indian fighter, and sharpshooter, a contemporary of Wild Bill Hickok and Buffalo Bill Cody. Her biography is littered with fantastical stories of great exploits, though many are questioned for their factualness. For instance, Calamity Jane once said that her nickname came about in this way:


It was during this campaign [in 1872–73] that I was christened Calamity Jane. It was on Goose Creek, Wyoming, where the town of Sheridan is now located. Capt. Egan was in command of the Post. We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded. When on returning to the Post we were ambushed about a mile and a half from our destination. When fired upon, Capt. Egan was shot. I was riding in advance and on hearing the firing turned in my saddle and saw the Captain reeling in his saddle as though about to fall. I turned my horse and galloped back with all haste to his side and got there in time to catch him as he was falling. I lifted him onto my horse in front of me and succeeded in getting him safely to the Fort. Capt. Egan on recovering, laughingly said: "I name you Calamity Jane, the heroine of the plains." I have borne that name up to the present time.
~Excerpted from “Life and Adventures of
Calamity Jane” by Martha Cannary Burke


Many disputed the claim above as untrue, even before it was dictated into the promotional pamphlet from which it was taken (Jane was functionally illiterate, so others had to write for her). Some folks went so far as to say that she never saw a day of service with the US Army, so the veracity of the claim falls in great question. Another claim of how the moniker came to be associated with this woman is due to her threat to men that if they crossed her, they were courting calamity.

Calamity Jane
James Butler "Wild Bill" Hickok
  
Another area where people have cried foul is in her association with James Butler Hickok. Some sources say she first became acquainted with Wild Bill somewhere in the early 1870s and rode into the Deadwood, South Dakota, on his wagon train in 1875. Others say she rode into the area with the Army in 1875 and met Wild Bill in Deadwood soon after. She claims to have had a relationship with Hickok and was even married to him in 1873, and that the pair had a daughter who was later given up for adoption. To date, no one has found official records of a marriage between Calamity Jane and Hickok—and others have gone so far as to say that Hickok had no use for the woman. A woman, Jean Hickok Burkardt McCormick, did present herself in the 1940s, touting herself to be the legal offspring of Jane and Wild Bill—but her claims were soundly refuted. James Butler Hickok and Calamity Jane are buried next to each other in Mount Moriah Cemetery, South Dakota, but even that is cause for dispute. Not the location of their burial plots, but the reasons they are buried in adjoining spaces. Some say Jane was laid to rest next to Hickok because of the great love they shared. Others rumor that it was only because those around her in her last moments chose to grant Jane’s final wish. Still others have circulated the idea that their close proximity was one last joke played on Hickok, forcing him to lie next to the woman he couldn’t abide in life even in his death.

Calamity Jane visiting the gravesite of Wild Bill Hickok in the 1890s.


Despite the many discrepancies surrounding the true-life figure of Calamity Jane, there are some points of her character which aren’t so disputed.

·     She was known to wear men’s trousers, surely adding to the outrageousness of her persona.
·     She was said to have had a kind and generous spirit, often helping the sick and poor she came across.
·     Whether she did all the outlandish things claimed by others, as well as herself, she was well liked in the west, for the most part.

It’s Your Turn: Do you believe Calamity Jane was all she is reported to have been—army scout, Indian fighter, sharpshooter, angel of mercy for the poor and sick, and more? Or do you believe her to be just another larger-than-life western figure whose reputation has grown into the stuff of tall tales and myth? If the latter, does it bother you that she is touted as an “Old West Hero” even today? Leave your answer, including your email address, for the opportunity to win a signed paperback copy of Cameo Courtships.

Jennifer Uhlarikdiscovered the western genre as a pre-teen when she swiped the only “horse” book she found on her older brother’s bookshelf. A new love was born. Across the next ten years, she devoured Louis L’Amour westerns and fell in love with the genre. In college at the University of Tampa, she began penning her own story of the Old West. Armed with a B.A. in writing, she has finaled and won in numerous writing competitions, and been on the ECPA best-seller list numerous times. In addition to writing, she has held jobs as a private business owner, a schoolteacher, a marketing director, and her favorite—a full-time homemaker. Jennifer is active in American Christian Fiction Writers, Women Writing the West, and is a lifetime member of the Florida Writers Association. She lives near Tampa, Florida, with her husband, college-aged son, and four fur children.


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by Susanne Dietze, Debra E. Marvin, Jennifer Uhlarik, and Kathleen Y'Barbo


A Family Heirloom Inspires Romance
In 1851, a special cameo is gifted by Queen Victoria to Letitia Newton, who though considered an old maid, meets the perfect gentleman minutes after donning. Told by the Queen the cameo is to be shared, Letitia gifts the "Victoria Cameo" to a woman in her family, hoping adventure and romance will follow each of its subsequent wearers.

PINNED ABOVE HER HEART by Susanne Dietze
1851 – Pittsburgh, PA
After receiving the Victoria Cameo, aspiring journalist Clara Newton works to expose a smuggler, but reporter Byron Breaux must break the story first or lose his job. Working together is out of the question until they learn secrets that threaten Clara’s father. . .and her heart.

TAMING PETRA by Jennifer Uhlarik
1875 – Colorado Territory
Trouser-wearing frontierswoman Petra Jayne Hollingsworth has no intention of donning the heirloom cameo, but when a crooked brothel owner steals the treasure, securing its return becomes Petra’s highest priority. Assisting her, Reverend Dustin Owens is appalled to learn the price of its ransom is that Petra must work in the brothel. He may save the woman’s virtue, but can he help Petra regain her cameo and rediscover her faith?

MEET ME AT THE FAIR by Kathleen Y’Barbo
Spring 1885 – New Orleans during the 1884 World’s Fair and Cotton Exposition
It takes a Pinkerton to find a Pinkerton, and Ethan Butler has been charged with finding Elizabeth Newton. Just when he locates her, the cameo he is to deliver is stolen. It appears his previous case has discovered his presence in New Orleans, but he can’t return to that case until the cameo is found. With Miss Newton as a reluctant partner in crime fighting, can Ethan Butler locate the cameo and its thieves without losing his heart?

LENDING MY HEART by Debra E. Marvin
1895 – Pittsburgh, PA
The arrival of a handsome Scottish administrator ruins Miss Bertie Hart’s dream to oversee the new Carnegie Library children’s department. Yet bristly Mr. Russell Smart’s working-class determination and his love of books make him the perfect partner to better the lives of Pittsburgh’s poor. As for a partner in life? Not even her Victoria Cameo can narrow the social chasm he and her father keep between them.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Cats in the 1800's

With Nancy J. Farrier


I came across a rather funny story about cats from the 1800’s and wanted to share that story, but as I did some research I found other reports of interest involving cats. So, I thought I would share that information too.

London Crystal Palace
In July of 1871, Harrison Weir, a cat lover, organized the very first cat show. The show was held for one day at the London Crystal Palace. Mr. Weir wrote the standards for the different breeds and was also one of the judges. Now, this may not seem so odd to us, but at that time cats were not considered an animal worth much. They weren’t like cattle, horses, or even dogs. You couldn’t train a cat to perform worthwhile tasks such as rounding up the sheep, or plowing a field. 

The venue for the cat show was one of note, so many people paid attention.
Weir wrote his guidelines according to length of fur, color, shape and build. His regulations were put into a manual to be used by other cat show organizers.

On the way to the show, Weir worried that the cats would be unruly or difficult to manage, however he loved cats. He’d been long concerned over the ill treatment of house cats and wanted to change how people saw them.

The first cat show was a huge success. The winning owners included 32 gentlemen, 15 married women and 4 spinsters. People were surprised because up to now, cats had been considered the pets of spinsters. In the unusual category was a 20 lb. cat who won both the fattest and biggest of the show.

Manx Cat
A second show was held in December at the same location and lasted three days. People loved coming to see the unusual animals. I’m sure the animals in those early shows were unique and interesting to look at.

The funny story I wanted to share happened in
Deadwood
Deadwood, in the Dakota territory. In 1876, there were no cats in Deadwood, but they had an abundance of rodents. One enterprising gentleman, Phatty Thompson, decided to bring in some cats and sell them. He traveled to Cheyenne and offered to pay some boys twenty-five cents for each cat they would bring him. The cats had to be in good condition and salable. 

Thompson ended up with more than eighty cats, which he put in crates for the journey. The trip from Cheyenne to Deadwood by wagon would take twelve days. Imagine riding that distance with eighty cats in crates. Accounts say they were meowing and caterwauling, making quite a racket.

The trip wasn’t without incident. At one point, the wagon overturned near a creek he was crossing. Most of the cats escaped. Some miners working nearby helped Thompson round up the cats. In Deadwood, he sold the cats for as much as $20 to $30 each, making quite a profit.

There is only one account of Thompson doing this trip. Having traveled with cats before, I know it can be unpleasant for even a short time and in a much more comfortable vehicle than a wagon. I can’t imagine more than eighty unhappy felines - not to mention traveling with them for 12 days. 

Have you every traveled with a cat? Have you ever attended a cat show? I haven’t been to a cat show, but would love to do so one day. Leave a comment and let me know if you have a cat and what kind.





Nancy J Farrier is an award winning author who lives in Southern California in the Mojave Desert. She loves the Southwest with its interesting historical past. Nancy and her husband have five children and two grandsons. When Nancy isn’t writing, she loves to read, do needlecraft, play with her cats, and spend time with her family. Nancy is represented by Karen Ball of The Steve Laube Literary Agency. You can read more about Nancy and her books on her website: nancyjfarrier.com.