Showing posts with label Stagecoach. Show all posts
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Monday, January 27, 2020

Stagecoach Robbery and Missing Gold By Donna Schlachter – with giveaway!

Sometimes real life can be stranger than any story we could make up, and one of the biggest solved yet still mysterious stagecoach robberies in history is an example of such.



Monitor stagecoach had 5/16" steel armor and loopholes for rifles

In September 1878, at Canyon Springs Stagecoach station, near Deadwood, Dakota Territory, an infamous outlaw known as Lame Johnny, concocted a scheme to steal the payroll and gold from the Homestake Mine.

The mine sent its valuables aboard an armored stage known as the “Monitor”, specially built for bullion and payroll shipments, complete with loopholes for guns and the treasure box bolted to the floor.

Called Lame Johnny because of a deformed foot, he’d tried his hand at living legit, but cowboying wasn’t in his cards. He headed to Deadwood and gained election as a deputy, but honest work didn’t appeal to him. He tried prospecting, then got a job with the Homestake Mine as bookkeeper. Fired when somebody recognized him from his horse rustling days in Texas, he escaped and returned to a life of crime.

He formed up a gang of at least four like-minded men, and they quickly gained a reputation as horse thieves and stagecoach bandits. Because of his experience with the company, he knew the stage schedule, and by the time it pulled into the Canyon Springs station, the attendant was already incapacitated. Caught off guard, the occupants of the stage were fired upon, one killed and two critically injured. After shooting back at the bandits, one guard ran for help.

The gang dragged the Monitor into the trees and apparently had little trouble prying open the supposedly theft-proof treasure box and transferring the contents, (see list below) loading the loot into a wagon in about two hours. The gang then split up and disappeared into the hills, heading east into the canyons.

A considerable treasure was the shipment on the Monitor for this trip – including three gold ingots, 1056 ounces of gold dust and nuggets, $500 in diamonds, $500 in jewelry, and $2000 in currency — a total value of $27,075 at that time.

When the stage didn’t arrive at the Beaver Creek stage station, three men rode north to find out what had happened. Along the road, they met Davis riding for help. The four returned to the Canyon Springs Station where they found the Monitor standing abandoned with the treasure box emptied, the attendant locked in the granary, and the other employees tied to trees in the woods.




"After the holdup" posed photo of Deadwood stage as it would appear after a holdup

When word reached Deadwood, posses were formed in many towns in Dakota and Wyoming to hunt down the bandits, and Homestake posted a fat reward for their capture. The news even reached New York City by September 27th. The posse picked up the trail of the gang in the area toward Pactola. Trailing the gang east, past the boomtown of Rapid City and then out onto the prairie, they found the gang but decided to wait until daybreak to take them. However, the gang nipped out during the night. The posse split up but lost the outlaws’ trail near Fort Pierre on the Missouri River.

One gang member doubled back on the trail into Wyoming and was caught near the site of the robbery, where he was hanged on October 3rd. In October, two other outlaws tried to sell stolen bullion in Deadwood. They were arrested and packed onto a stagecoach to Cheyenne to be tried. Along the road, the stage was stopped by vigilantes who threatened the outlaws and forced a confession. Taken on to Cheyenne with a confession to convict them, the pair were held in jail until November 2. When it was learned that a trial could not be held for several more months, the two were sent back to Deadwood. On November 3rd, their bad luck dogged them and the men were dragged from the stage by five angry vigilantes near Fort Laramie on the Little Cottonwood river and hung them from nearby trees.

Lame Johnny was caught in Pine Ridge in July 1879 and taken to Chadron (Nebraska) where he was put on the Sydney-Deadwood stage to be tried in Deadwood. Lame Johnny confided to several people that he was very much afraid of his guard, who left the stage at Buffalo Gap. Not far out of town a masked rider stopped the stage and took Lame Johnny off , promptly hanging Lame Johnny from a convenient elm tree beside the creek, which is now named after him.

As a result of rewards and the efforts of the lawmen hunting them, within six weeks of the robbery, the Homestake Mine reported that 60% of the loot had been returned. Only two gold bars remained lost.

So what is left to find? Two gold bars, weighing 284 ounces, were never recovered. The bars were likely hidden by the gang somewhere between the Canyon Springs station and Pino Springs. Even the smallest bar, 115 ounces, would be worth well over $100,000 today!




Happy to offer a free ebook in a random drawing from all comments left.

References:

http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/treasure-legends-south-dakota/114861-lame-johnnys-treasure-canyon-springs-stage-robbery-45-pounds-gold.html



About Double Jeopardy:

Becky Campbell leaves New York in search of her father, only to learn he was murdered. She determines to fulfill his dream— make the Double Jeopardy mine profitable.

Zeke Graumann, local rancher, will either have to take on a job to pay his overhead expenses, or sell his land. While he admires Becky, he also recognizes she was never cut out to be a rancher’s wife.

Can Becky overcome her mistrust of Zeke, find her father’s killer, and turn her mine into a profitable venture? And will Zeke be forced to give up his land in order to win Becky’s heart?



About Donna:

Donna writes historical suspense under her own name, and contemporary suspense under her alter ego of Leeann Betts, and has been published more than 30 times in novellas and full-length novels. She is a member of ACFW, Writers on the Rock, SinC, and CAN; facilitates a critique group; teaches writing classes; ghostwrites; edits; and judges in writing contests.


Saturday, January 19, 2019

Interesting Facts About Stagecoaches - Plus Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Stagecoach to Liberty, third book in the Montana Gold western historical romance series, I’m giving away to two winners their choice of a digital copy of either Hills of Nevermore (Montana Gold 1) or Cheyenne Sunrise (Montana Gold 3). Comment before midnight, Pacific Time, January 25th on the question in this post for a chance to win. Leave your email address to be eligible. I'll contact the winner privately by January 27th. 

Author Janalyn Voigt

Interesting Facts About Stagecoaches 


There's something about a stagecoach that brings out the romantic in all of us. Picture a stagecoach pulled by a team of frothing horses and you summon the very essence of the Wild West. You imagine yourself settling back against the leather upholstery with a view of the western plains. You sigh. Romance and adventure await! Hold your horses. So do nausea and exhaustion. 

Being tossed about a coach with little or no shock absorbers took a toll on the passengers. Despite the galmourous image, stagecoach travel was pretty rough. Let's take a look at what else we might not know about stagecoaches.

Origin

The stagecoach originated in Great Britain during the 1600’s as one of the earliest modes of public transportation.

Name

Stagecoaches traveled from stop to stop so drivers could swap tired horses for fresh ones and allow passengers to purchase food and drink. The characteristic travel in stages gave rise to the term ‘stagecoach,’ or ‘stage’ for short.

Stage Stops

Passengers could alight for about 10 minutes at stage stops to stretch their legs, purchase food and drink, and attend to other necessary matters. These stops were spaced between 10 and 30 miles apart.

Speed

A stagecoach covered, on average, 5-8 miles in an hour. Rate of travel depended on condition of the road and the terrain.

Windows

The risk of breakage was too great, so stagecoach windows had no panes. Instead, thick leather curtains could be unrolled and attached at the bottom over window openings to shield passengers from inclement weather, dust, or mud.

Sleep

Exhaustion helped people fall asleep while riding in the coach, however staying asleep could be a problem due to the jostling from rough roads. Sometimes stagecoaches ran through the night. If they stopped at a roadhouse, they usually had to wake early to continue the journey.

Mail

Starting in 1785, Congress passed legislation to allow stagecoaches to carry mail. America relied on stagecoaches to transport mail through the 1840’s. Postal delivery was an important function for stagecoach lines, and often passengers shared coach space with mail bags.

A First-Hand Account

In Roughing It, Mark Twain’s autobiographical account, he describes traveling with the mail. "Whenever the stage stopped to change horses, we would wake up, and try to recollect where we were - and succeed - and in a minute or two the stage would be off again, and we likewise. We began to get into country, now, threaded here and there with little streams. These had high, steep banks on each side, and every time we flew down one bank and scrambled up the other, our party inside got mixed sowewhat. First we would all lie down in a pile at the forward end of the stage, nearly in a sitting posture, and in a second we would shoot to the other end and stand on our heads. And we would sprawl and kick, too, and ward off ends and corners of mail-bags that came lumbering over us and about us; and as the dust rose from the tumult, we would all sneeze in chorus, and the majority of us would grumble, and probably say some hasty thing, like: 'Take your elbow out of my ribs! Can't you quit crowding?'” 

Giveaway Question

Have you ever had a bad travel experience that is funny in hindsight?

Winner chooses between the following books from the Montana Gold series
Hills of Nevermore: Can a young widow hide her secret shame from the Irish circuit preacher bent on helping her survive?

Cheyenne Sunrise: A young Irish widow has no choice but to trust her half-Cheyenne guide with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?   

About Janalyn Voigt

Janalyn Voigt's unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and whimsy creates breathtaking fictional worlds for readers. Known for her vivid writing, this multi-faceted author writes in the western historical romance, medieval epic fantasy, and romantic suspense genres.

Janalyn is represented by Wordserve Literary Agency. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA. When she's not writing, she loves to garden and explore the great outdoors with her family.

About Stagecoach to Liberty

Can a desperate young woman trust the handsome Irish stranger who wants to free her from her captors?
Elsa Meier, a young Hessian woman newly in America, falls into the hands of soul merchants intent on forcing her into prostitution.

The last thing that Connor Walsh, an Irishman returning to his ranch after a bout of amnesia, wants is trouble, but he suspects that Elsa isn't wholeheartedly traveling with her companions.

Based on actual historical events during a time of unrest in America, Stagecoach to Liberty explores faith, love, and courage in the wild west.



Monday, November 19, 2018

What Was Stagecoach Travel Like?

Painting by Wilhelm von Deitz (1839-1907: Mail coach journey: oil on canvas

The stagecoach driver grasps your hand and helps you onboard. You blink in the sudden dimness. The day is bright, but leather curtains conceal the window openings. Light slants in through the door and twin rectangles beside it. None of the windows contains glass to keep out the dust or weather. The openings will, hopefully, let out odors from the unwashed passengers already aboard the coach. These blink owlishly at you and your brother, the male relative escorting you on this journey.

You glance at your brother. Most of the seats are occupied or show signs of occupancy – satchels and shawls left to mark the spots of the passengers waiting to board again behind you.

A man holding a can tips his bowler hat to you but addresses your brother. “May I offer my seat for the lady?”

“Thank you,” your brother replies and guides you forward, causing you to stub your toe against one of the many mailbags strewing the floor. A bonneted woman smiles her approval at the man and shifts closer to a young girl of perhaps twelve who greatly resembles her. You thank the woman for allowing you to sit beside the window, then settle against the button-tufted leather upholstery faced in the direction of travel. The man and your brother sit across from you in the backless middle seat. The woman breaks off a piece of bread and passes it to the man, who is no doubt her husband. You know better than to suggest they sit together, not when stagecoach etiquette calls for gentlemen to yield the best seats to the gentler sex.

After the rest of the passengers take their places, the driver calls out and a whip cracks. The stagecoach lurches forward. Hooves clop, boards rattle, and chains clank in steady rhythm. You sigh and settle against the backrest. It’s too noisy for conversation. A mile or more goes by, and the constant vibration wears on you. The driver shouts a command to the horses, the stagecoach slows but then jolts into a dip. Your brother gives you a questioning lift of his brows, and you return a smile.

The stage bumps along down a road so rough that you stop smiling. One particularly nasty bump unseats your brother and the other men on the middle seat. They sprawl in a tangle of arms and legs amid the mailbags. You cry out, but your brother climbs back onto the seat with a grin. “Hold on!” he warns.

You are already clutching the leather strap hanging beside the window with a death grip, but you nod reassuringly.

The stagecoach slows to a stop, and the driver shouts the name of the waystation. The door opens, and sunlight makes you blink. You alight and enter a low-slung building with a dirt floor that smells of coffee.

Your brother seats you at a scarred oak table and brings you a steaming cup. “Drink fast. We board again in ten minutes.”

“What? No longer?” You frown, taken by regret. You’ve barely begun this journey but already wish it over.

“We’ll change the horses every ten miles or so. We should get out each time and walk about. Those who do fare better, I hear.”

The idea doesn’t appeal with weariness setting in, but you agree.

Although the day is fair, the temperature is chilly, and you are grateful for the coffee, strong though it may be. Other passengers bend over bowls of stew or purchase food to carry away with them.

Time passes far too quickly, and soon you climb into the coach again. The day passes in a series of stops broken by long stretches with dust filtering in through the windows beside the door. Tossed about by the swaying and bumps, you surrender to exhaustion. The constant vibration feels like someone shaking you awake, however.

You despair of ever sleeping again.


Note from Author Janalyn Voigt 

I decided to celebrate the release of my western romance novel, Stagecoach to Liberty, by entertaining you with a vicarious journey. Embedded in the story are details about stagecoach travel, which was challenging at best, untenable at worst. Louis McLane, a manager employed by Wells, Fargo and Company, described stagecoach travel in an 1865 letter to his wife. "I thought staging looked very well to the lithographer, but was the devil in reality."

Mark Twain gave a humorous account in Roughing It, his autobiographical tale, that confirmed Mr. McLane’s analysis. "Every time we avalanched from one end of the stage to the other, the Unabridged Dictionary would come too; and every time it came it damaged somebody. One trip it 'barked' the Secretary's elbow; the next trip it hurt me in the stomach, and the third it tilted Bemis's nose up till he could look down his nostrils - he said. The pistols and coin soon settled to the bottom, but the pipes, pipe-stems, tobacco, and canteens clattered and floundered after the Dictionary every time it made an assault on us, and aided and abetted the book by spilling tobacco in our eyes, and water down our backs."


About Janalyn Voigt 

Janalyn Voigt's unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and whimsy creates breathtaking fictional worlds for readers. Known for her vivid writing, this multi-faceted author writes in the western historical romance, medieval epic fantasy, and romantic suspense genres. 

Janalyn is represented by Wordserve Literary Agency. Her memberships include ACFW and NCWA. When she's not writing, she loves to garden and explore the great outdoors with her family.



About Stagecoach to Liberty


Can a desperate young woman trust the handsome Irish stranger who wants to free her from her captors?
Elsa Meier, a young Hessian woman newly in America, falls into the hands of soul merchants intent on forcing her into prostitution.

The last thing that Connor Walsh, an Irishman returning to his ranch after a bout of amnesia, wants is trouble, but he suspects that Elsa isn't wholeheartedly traveling with her companions.


Based on actual historical events during a time of unrest in America, Stagecoach to Liberty explores faith, love, and courage in the wild west.



Monday, July 25, 2016

Legendary Stagecoach Drivers—and a Giveaway



It’s here, it’s here, it’s here! The Courageous Brides Collection, which includes my 3rd novella, Mountain Echoes, came out on July 1. So I’ll be celebrating this month with a giveaway of an autographed copy. 

My hero in Mountain Echoes is stagecoach driver Finn McCaffrey. In researching the men (and women) who held such a job, I found them to be a colorful bunch, so I thought I’d share a bit about them.

Stagecoach drivers were a daring sort. They had to handle a six-horse team with great skill while driving at top speed through sand, mud, inclement weather and harsh terrain. They had to be able to make hairpin curves on rocky mountain passes or cross flooded creeks without batting an eye. They needed the backbone to face robbers and Indians who might be laying in wait along their path, all with the mind to keep both passengers and any valuables they carried safe. They were affectionately known by various nicknames. Charley. Whip. Reinsman. Or my personal favorite…Jehu. This one was in reference to the Bible passage in 2 Kings 9, where the Israelite king, Jehu, was described as driving his chariot “furiously.”

The typical garb for a stagecoach driver was a flat-crowned, wide-brimmed hat. They wore a long linen duster coat to combat the elements, and long gloves to protect their hands from the leather reins. Tall leather boots completed the outfit. Most carried a whip which they’d crack above the team’s heads to encourage them along the route.

So…who were some of the real people who made names for themselves as stage drivers?

HANK MONK
 
Hank Monk
Henry James Monk, better known as Hank, was born in New York on March 24, 1826. He had a great affinity and skill with horses and was said to have once driven eight horses side-by-side in a Boston celebration. By the age of twelve, he was driving wagons and stagecoaches in New York State. At the age of twenty-six, he crossed the Isthmus of Panama and made his way to California where he began driving stagecoaches for various different companies across his long and storied career. He drove many routes for several different companies, but all the routes fell somewhere between Sacramento, California, and Virginia City, Nevada. Probably the best-known stagecoach driver in the West, he was imortalized by Mark Twain in Roughing It, where Twain described a stagecoach ride that famed New York Daily Tribune journalist Horace Greeley once took. Greeley complained to Monk that he was going to be late for a lecture he was slated to give in Placerville, California, so Monk put on the speed, to the point that Greeley was so jostled inside the coach that his head went through the ceiling! He was said to have called out to Monk that he was no longer in such a hurry, and to please slow down, to which Monk replied, “Just hang on, Mr. Greeley. I’ll get you there on time.”

GEORGE MONROE

George Monroe
George Monroe was born in Georgia and traveled west at the tender age of 11. Early on, he showed great promise with training and driving horses. At the age of 22, he hired on with the A.H. Washburn Stage company, which drove to Yosemite. Monroe’s quick thinking and nerves of steel gained him the title of “best all-around Reinsman in the West,” and when various U.S. Presidents (Ulysses S. Grant, James A. Garfield, and Rutherford B. Hayes) each toured the west, he was the whip chosen to drive them. Grant, an avid horseman himself, chose to sit on the bench beside the driver on the most treacherous part of the path—an unbelievably narrow 26-mile passage full of hairpin curves, potholes, and falling rocks. Grant watched as Monroe navigated each difficulty with great skill and later said that it was as if the six-horse team were one animal under Monroe’s control.


CHARLEY PARKHURST
 
Charley Parkhurst
This driver was an interesting person. Often called One-eyed Charley or Cockeyed Charley, this Jehu drove for many different stage companies throughout California for over thirty years. But rather than give you my brief description, I’ll let former HHH blogger Winnie Griggs’ post (found here) on old Charley speak for itself.

It’s your turn: Of the three drivers mentioned here, which would you have wanted to travel with? Leave your contact information with your comment to be included in the drawing for an autographed copy of The Courageous Brides Collection. Drawing will be held tomorrow, July 26, 2016.

Jennifer Uhlarik discovered 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 won five writing competitions and finaled in two other competitions. 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 and lifetime member of the Florida Writers Association. She lives near Tampa, Florida, with her husband, teenaged son, and four fur children.

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Ride into adventures alongside nine determined women of yesteryear whose acts of compassion and bravery attract male attention. Marcy helps displaced Indians. Emmy tends wounds at Fort Snelling. Ronnie stows away on a cattle drive. Daisy disguises herself as a Pony Express rider. Elinor becomes an abolitionist. Mae tames wild horses. Hannah gets help for accident victims. Lucy’s curiosity unnerves criminals. Kate nurses soldiers on the battlefield. Will real dangers douse the sparks of love?




Friday, June 3, 2016

Concord Stagecoaches--and a Giveaway



I’m so excited to share the news that my next release comes out in a matter of a few weeks. July 1st, to be exact. The story is one of nine novellas found in The Courageous Brides Collection. My novella, Mountain Echoes, focuses on Hannah Rose Stockton, a spinster who works for the California School for the Deaf (see my earlier blog post on the school here). As the story opens, Hannah has traveled by stage across the Sierra Nevada to collect a young deaf boy who is to be enrolled in the school in San Francisco. But on the return trip, an accident leaves Hannah to care for the wounded and lead the survivors out of the rugged mountains.

In order to write such a story, I needed to research stagecoaches—and that’s what I’m sharing with you today.

The Concord Stagecoach was made by the Abbott-Downing Company, which was located in Concord, New Hampshire. The first coach was built in 1827 and weighed in at 2000 pounds. By today’s standards, it was a rough ride, but the Concord coach used a rather revolutionary suspension system, which made it a smoother ride than other wagons and conveyances of its time. Most wagons and carriages used springs to cushion the ride, which lead to a bumpy up-and-down motion. The Concord stagecoach used leather straps, called thoroughbraces, which stretched from the front to the back of the coach, and cradled the stagecoach much more gently. These thoroughbraces led to a swaying motion, far gentler than the harsh jostling of a spring suspension.


A typical Concord coach would seat nine passengers on three benches inside the cabin. Three passengers would face backward, leaning against the front wall of the coach. Three would sit facing forward, leaning against the back wall, and three would sit on a backless bench in the middle, holding straps suspended from the ceiling in order to keep their balance. This middle bench was hinged in the center and folded in half to allow passengers the space they needed to get in and out of the coach. Once everyone was aboard, they would unfold the bench seat and lock it in place. Both the driver and shotgun rider would sit on the bench atop the coach, and another six passengers could fit on top of the coach when the passenger space was needed.
An overloaded stagecoach

Passenger luggage was stored in the rear boot, a triangular shaped compartment at the back of the coach. It was secured in place by a leather cover which buckled in place. Larger chests and trunks could be placed on the top of the coach. Under the driver’s feet, a second boot contained the strongbox, mail, and other precious cargo the stagecoach might be carrying.
Historical advertisement for the Overland Mail Route.
Look at those prices!

Each Concord was pulled by a six-horse team. The average speed of the stagecoach was 8 miles per hour, and a fresh team would travel twelve to fifteen miles before the stage stopped to change teams. Every forty miles or so, the stage would stop for a brief rest, allowing passengers to partake of a meal before continuing the journey. An average day’s travel was roughly sixty to seventy miles.

Historical Advertisement for the Pioneer Stage Company,
which is the line featured in my novella, Mountain Echoes.
You can get a feel for the distances they would travel in each leg of the journey.


One of the funny things I found about stagecoaches were the “rules of etiquette” when riding on the stage. Some of them were as follows:

1. Abstinence from liquor is requested, but if you must drink, share the bottle. To do otherwise makes you appear selfish and unneighborly.

2. If ladies are present, gentlemen are urged to forego smoking cigars and pipes as the odor of same is repugnant to the Gentle Sex. Chewing tobacco is permitted but spit WITH the wind, not against it.

3. Gentlemen must refrain from the use of rough language in the presence of ladies and children.

4. Don’t snore loudly while sleeping or use your fellow passenger’s shoulder for a pillow; he or she may not understand and friction may result.

5. In the event of runaway horses, remain calm. Leaping from the coach in panic will leave you injured, at the mercy of the elements, hostile Indians and hungry coyotes.

6. Forbidden topics of discussion are stagecoach robberies and Indian uprisings.

7. Gents guilty of unchivalrous behavior toward lady passengers will be put off the stage. It’s a long walk back. A word to the wise is sufficient.

It’s your turn: Would you have traveled by stagecoach if you lived in the 1800’s? Why or why not? Leave your contact information with your comment to be included in the drawing for a signed copy of The Courageous Brides Collection. Drawing will be held tomorrow, June 4, 2016.


Jennifer Uhlarik discovered 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 won five writing competitions and finaled in two other competitions. 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 and lifetime member of the Florida Writers Association. She lives near Tampa, Florida, with her husband, teenaged son, and four fur children.


PREORDER NOW:


Ride into adventures alongside nine determined women of yesteryear whose acts of compassion and bravery attract male attention. Marcy helps displaced Indians. Emmy tends wounds at Fort Snelling. Ronnie stows away on a cattle drive. Daisy disguises herself as a Pony Express rider. Elinor becomes an abolitionist. Mae tames wild horses. Hannah gets help for accident victims. Lucy’s curiosity unnerves criminals. Kate nurses soldiers on the battlefield. Will real dangers douse the sparks of love?