Deadwood Free Press Vol.

2 Issue 2 October 16, 1878

Vol. 2 Issue 24 October 16, 1878

War Hero and Son of Former

Councilman Enters Race
Harold Leonard Jr., son of famed war
hero Harold Leonard, has announced
he will be running for Deadwood Town
Council.
“I can’t imagine a finer person stepping
up to lead our community,” stated former
Mayor Neil Streeter. “Every day, I call
myself to being a better man by asking in
any challenging situation, ‘What would
Harold Leonard do?’ Surely his son would
know and have baked such a high code of
thought and conduct into his life.”
This brings the number of candidates
running to three, with that being also the
number of available seats. The others are
incumbent Dr. Devon and then young
bank teller Mr. Bluebird. They are profiled
elsewhere in the issue.
“I believe a stronger community with
more activities for youth, greater public
protection and the amenities of a growing
city is important to youth,” said Mr. Leon-
ard, who of late has resided in Brisborn,
Nev., where he was sheriff.
It is reported he has gunned down a total
of 123 lawbreakers over the period of seven
months in which he has been sheriff, and
personally supervised a number of hang-
ings. Mr. Leonard came up with the idea
of pairing hangings with celebrity auc-
tions, so the many people gathered to see
an evil man’s head snap could also bid on
items to help local charities.
Mr. Leonard’s father, also a Civil War
veteran, was elected earlier this year to
Deadwood Town Council but died in a
freak accident involving kerosene and
starving orphans he had recently saved
from winter snows.
“I can’t tell you how many times my
father spoke glowingly to me of Deadwood
and I look forward to seeing the place,”
said Mr. Leonard Jr, who has lived here
for a year.
Besides his role as a lawman, Mr. Leon-
ard served next to his father in the Civil
War. At 7, he was reportedly the young-
est person ever to capture a Confederate
battalion. Mr. Leonard says modestly he
hardly ever remembers the incident, for as
a young man his father encouraged him
to often wield a shotgun against villainy.
Mr. Leonard says he does regret the condi-
tion of the South after the War. He says
proudly that the battalion was about to
despoil 29 virgins of the South gathered in
a nunnery, and so while a Union man he
also did his part to keep Southern flowers
safe from plucking.
Naturally, news of his candidacy has
spread like wildfire, even outpacing the
ability of the Free Press to announce it. We
are dismayed to read in a certain Yankton
rag that it maintains based on the previ-
ously reported age of Mr. Leonard that
Mr. Leonard Jr must be 12. The editor
further states Mr. Leonard Jr could not
have possibly served in the War as he had
not been born yet.
Well. We agree Mr. Leonard does not
yet have the head of facial hair that the
editor of the Yankton paper does not have,
but we suggest the editor look between
his own legs to see sometimes men don’t
have hair where and when expected. We of
course have not witnessed that area on the President Lincoln consults with Deadwood Town Council candidate Harold Leonard Jr., left, during the Battle
of Antietam. Leonard went on to become a famed Indian fighter, killing 398 during one battle in which he was
editor ourselves, but know from reading the surviving white man.
the man’s paper he must not have *any-
thing* between his legs.

Mayor Dufaux Resigns

Mayor Astolat Dufaux stunned a packed
room at the Deadwood Town Council after
announcing her resignation. She also stated
she would not be seeking re-election in the
term ending this month and up for election
on the weekend of Oct. 23.
“I thank you for your service to the town,
Miss Astolat. It’s been an honor serving
with yotu,” stated Councilwoman Merry-
ann Munster, speaking for the group.
The news means deputy mayor Clay
Kungler, who had been mayor before Miss
Dufaux, will now chair the council until it
elects a new officer.
Other council news:
- Councilman Glen Devon resigned a
few weeks before the meeting, owing to his
plans to resume being a deputy and plans
to run for sheriff in this election.
“We are grateful for his service,” Mayor
Dufaux noted.
- Town treasurer Daniel Densmith
Mayor Dufaux gathers with supporters outside Town Hall immediately after her resignation announced he was indignant that an inves-
tigatory committee had been appointed to
look into financial management of the jail
remodeling.
Mr. Densmith returned from a long trip
to Chicago to state that he had received
funds back from the contractor right
before the man’s untimely death, and that
the town’s books were balanced. Mr. Den-
smith stated only new taxes would pay for
additional services the town might want.
- The council approved a resolution
saying the town should have a library,
and leaving it at that. Presumably private
citizens will form one. “We are not offering
financial or personnel support, only moral
support,” Mayor Dufaux stated.
It is not known what happened to the
previous library, though there are reports
Mr. Densmith had it packed up about the
same time the investigatory committee was
formed. Mr. Densmith however states he is
unaware of the library’s situation and was
not involved in its management.

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Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 24
Letters to the Editor
Editor,
I was greatly taken aback by the
announcement of Mayor Dufaux’s resig-
nation. In my opinion, she was a dedicated
and hard working official, unlike some,
who will remain nameless.
It is my sincere hope that she continues
to work for the best interests of Deadwood
as she has done since her arrival. Our
household wishes Miss Dufaux well in her
future endeavours.
Charles Wadsworth
Store clerk
Editor,
I caint rite, so my pardner is a ritin this
fer me.
We miners wanna know where all the
hoors have gone. They is some high priced
ones in places like ta Gem or ta Bella, but
me an Jacob caint afford em.
Miners dont make that kinda money.
Its a plum shame that a man caint go ta
town and get a drink an a woman without
spendin a years pay.
Ya’ll want ta gold outta the mountains,
but ya wont pervide fer a mans basic needs,
that jest aint rite.
Pete and Jacob
Editor,
I would very much like to address a huge
problem here in Deadwood, namely the
disposing of waste, human and otherwise
out into the streets. The stench is horrific,
and a man has gotta watch when he passes
by a door or window as he is likely to have
a chamber pot emptied upon his head.
Why, just yesterday I had a basin of
wash water tossed onto my person by a
harridan who took exception to my remarks
about her dubious ancestry after being so
suddenly doused with soiled water.
I would respectfully suggest to the Town
Council that if they truly want Deadwood
to become a city to be proud of, they will
address the sanitation of the city post
haste.
Mr. Joseph Peterson
Deadwood
Editor and Publisher
Neil Streeter
Reporter
Addison Leigh
Contributing Writer
D. A. Kuhr
Typesetter
S. Morigi
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Editor,
Something must be done about the all-
too-common shootings in Deadwood.
In many towns, notably Dodge City and
Wichita, there is a dead line. If you step
over that line carrying a weapon, you will
very quickly find yourself confronted by
several lawmen.
Why cannot Deadwood follow suit? If
a man wanted to carry a weapon in China
Alley, all well and good, but should that
same worthy decide to wear his weapon on
Main Street, he should be hauled off to jail
as soon as may be.
If you doubt that we have too many
shootings then ask our beleaguered doctors
who are nearly worn out by the constant
victims of gunshots that they must treat,
what their thoughts on the matter is.
George Stoddard
Deadwood
Editor,
I and the other hardworking men of
Deadwood are most alarmed that certain
members of Town Council are pushing for
taxes to support their various and obvious-
ly ill-conceived ideas. Men work in order to
support their families and to lay something
aside for a rainy day. If a man is somewhat
more thrifty, he may even save enough to
become somewhat wealthy.
These are the foundations of an economy
based on capitalism. Something our town
fathers seem to have forgotten. The idea
of the government taking a man’s wages
away, because they think they know better
than I how to spend said funds is arrogant
in the extreme. I would also point out that
it smacks of thievery. Were someone to
take monies from those government offi-
cials in favor of said taxes, those self same
officials would squeal like stuck pigs.
I end with this, the members of Town
Council who propose such taxation should
be prepared for a single term in office, as
right thinking citizens will turn the thieves
out.
Jebediah Wheeler
Deadwood
Many Deadwood residents made
the trip when Raymond and Merry
Lee Frog brought their highly
regarded musical stylings and songs
and music to Yankton’s theater. The
audience enjoyed tales and tunes
about Halloween and other spooky
subjects. “Thank you for the most
wonderful show,” an enthused Abi-
gail Waddington told the perform-
ing couple.
Editorial
The Streeter Law:
Have some fucking
fun, please
There were many shocked reactions
when Mayor Astolat Dufaux announced
her resignation.
I wasn’t shocked. I’d thought about
resigning many times when I was mayor.
I admired her for having the courage to
do so publicly and not trying to just fill a
chair, which I did my last few months of
hanging on.
The brutal truth, though, is that we
chew up and spit out our elected officials.
Who is at fault? Well, this is America. So
it’s clearly the fault of government.
And ... well ... maybe us.
If you think about it, between Sheriff
Scara and Sheriff Gus, the average sheriff
was often gone almost the minute they
were elected. I don’t remember sheriff,
I remember numbers. Ditto the council.
We’ve had council members who barely
showed up. We had one person on the
council for seven months who I don’t
believe ever did show up.
And these were all great people as people
to watch on the job and to do what they do
- in other roles. They were people who did
many things well. But they clearly thought
the role was going to be different than
what it was. I remember Mayor Clay tell-
ing me that people clearly thought a posi-
tion of sheriff or council was something
magic - that it would bring them a power
or status or some authority they did not
have before.
They believed, in other words, in some
illusion: like a picture thrown on a screen
by a magic lantern.
And so yes, we can blame the role and
the illusory sense that if we pretend, a role
fits us and becomes real. But .... people
are involved. Real people.
What you quickly find with a role of
responsibility is that anything that elevates
you raises your head to be a target.
As the old saying goes, “The whale
only gets harpooned when he comes up
to spout.”
For most humans, the harpoons start
coming, verbal, or implied ... or imagined.
You and I can harpoon our own selves
much more effectively than almost anyone
else can, and much earlier.
We all like to pretend we are certain
people. It gets us through the day. I pre-
tend I am an editor, and by status in pub-
lishing, I am. By pretending I need not be
Neil Streeter or whatever name I may have,
who without his upbringing would be but
a naked soul placed alone by God in this
world. So also I pretended to be a mayor.
October 16, 1878
Who does not want to pretend they are
a sheriff? Who does not want to pretend to
be a mayor? Who does not want to pretend
to be on a council? Who does not want to
pretend to be citizen of an amazing place
like here in Deadwood?
Is that not so much better than being
real to ourselves?
Well. Maybe not.
Maybe in the act of assuming a new
role, we find out what’s real and what isn’t.
Maybe we don’t escape what we are made
by God and our environment before Dead-
wood. Maybe we are ... human.
Humans take important roles. They
abandon them, thrive in them, lose them,
or any number of fates. We do this to find
meaning and ascension.
Sometimes we find only humility. Maybe
we are not meant for a role, and maybe
we should simply do what we enjoy. Not
what we think what we *should* do. And
certainly not what others think we should
do.
Maybe we should just have fun.
I challenge my fellow citizens to just
enjoy me in having fun. Forgot the goddam
politicking and crazy bullshit talk. Forget
the calls for demotion or promotion. That’s
not why we are here. Let’s not forget why
we are here: to get rich and to have inter-
course.
Well ... maybe. But being rich and
being laid are only two factors on a higher
path.
And that’s the calling to have FUN.
Let’s just have some fun.
So here is the Streeter Law of Deadwood.
The next time someone in Deadwood says
something negative to you, please kindly
either kick them in the breasts, which on
most Deadwood ladies in the largest target,
or if male, shoot them in the nuts.
Do us all a goddam favor. Please. Dis-
able them. Tell them to take their negative
comments and bundle that whining with
their pole or brush and pound it into the
nearest brick.
I don’t care if they are even just whisper-
ing to you, because we seem to whisper
more in this town than we talk. Tell em to
pound it however they whine. The method
of whining don’t matter. The consequence
of positivity and good humor do.
Maybe if we have fun we can still build
this town and not drive ourselves to drink
and insanity.
Have fun, people.
Whether you are real or not.
Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 2 October 16, 1878

Town Council Candidate Profiles

Here are surveys from candidates for town council. The election will be conducted the weekend
of Oct. 23 to 24. The next council meeting is 7 p.m. Oct. 29.

Morrigu B. Devon, MD Mr. Bluebird

Occupation: comprehensive support of the city Occupation:

Administrator, Deadwood Gulch services. Bank teller
Hospital’ Physician; Public Health
commissioner, Town Councilwom- What are your personal goals as a What should be the town council’s
an council member? goals for the coming months?
I plan on getting a Health Code To serve the people
List a specific law or two you would written and approved over the next
like passed: term, regarding issues that could What are your personal goals as a
I’d like to see Deadwood have a safeguard the well being of our council member?
comprehensive health code, and town’s people. Same as above
provided I was elected I will do
everything I can to see one in place Why should someone vote for Why should someone vote for
as soon as it can be passed. you? you?
Experience, Wisdom, Patience. As Because I want to serve the people
What should be the town council’s a mother myself I look out for the and give them a voice in the coun-
goals for the coming months? well-being of my children. Watch- cil
Further development of the city, ing over Deadwood this way is no
better planning, a fire brigade, different.

Harold Leonard, Jr.

Mr. Harold Leonard Jr. was fighting Indi-
ans in Canada on behalf of the French and
was unable to submit his form in time.

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Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 24 October 16, 1878

Tart sells tarts: Miss Isabelle Endsleigh attracted quite a crowd with her
puff pastries as the weekly farmer’s market. Citizens will find all sorts
of goods for viewing or sale or both at the weekly farmer’s market.

Orphans - A Good Deal Help Children

By Elizabeth Vita who lives in the orphan- four girls in together and scrub with soap. math or writing because they are too busy
with Stories
age but is not really a orphan as she has her Boys should go after girls because they for school. Students of Miss Colleen Tharnaby’s
aunt Marrant who is not really her aunt. add dirt and other things to the water. If you do not have a lot of chores, orphans class have been trying to find oldtimers
Also, they can use the soap the girls leave are good to rent out. Mister String has willing to share stories of what Deadwood
We have many orphans in the orphan- behind. Four girls will fit in one big towel rented a few for the mines. They are good was like in the olden days.
age. It does not cost more than a quarter to for drying Boys will not like towels so they for climbing chimneys to clean or roofs to Unfortunately, such old timers seem to
adopt one. That is just for the paperwork. If should be dried up using the girls’ towel repair. If you do not want to risk your own be dead, have moved on or are unwilling to
you have too many children for talk to young ‘uns. Joellen Devon reported
chores, orphans some chores, in the last two classes that she was unable
are good for that. a do p t an to find anyone.
Mostly they need to orphan. We Little Mikey tell this paper that he had
be over four to be of have plenty. found a bunch of “old people” in the Gem,
any practical use, Babies are where he
but some 3-year- of little use, has often
olds can carry logs, though people been wel-
fetch water and seem to prefer co me d
even mind a baby them. They b y ou r
for a moment. do look cute Mayo r,
If you do not have a nd t he y but that
a lot of money to do not talk “a mean
hire help, orphans back. They old lady”
are the way to go. can wear you had told
Most often they will out. If you hi m to
do as told without like b abies leave.
complaint, as they and cannot “Have yer interviewin with old fuckers
are grateful to have seem to have someplace else pard,” the unknown woman
a home, though it is you r own, told the child.
suggested you lock the orphan- “She sweared, too,” the young lad sadly
up any valuables in age has some. reported, his lower lip quivering ever so
case one does decide Eve nt u a l ly slightly. “I gonna fail!”
to run off. they will grow
Care of orphans is not expensive. They once the girls are done. up and be of use. The end. Editor’s note: Surely someone in our town
do not eat a lot. Oatmeal fills them up for Give an orphan a chore schedule, and cares about our youth enough to speak with
breakfast, and for supper, just add water your life can be at ease. One orphan can How to get adopted. Go to the orphan- them about their reminiscences. You might
to the leftover soup. They wear hand me keep a fire burning all day long, make age. Stand around. Look cute. If that ask a child if you see one if they are under
downs and do not much complain. You supper and clean up after. Orphans are doesn’t work, fake being ill. Go to the Doc- this same assignment. We hope to publish
can fit four or five to a bed, though they good are washing clothes and ironing, as tor’s. Meet Doc Devon and the Devon these interviews in the paper.
do not need much sleep. For baths, put well as mending. They are not good at clan. Look cute. The end.

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Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 2
How Bad Will Winter Be?
Glad you asked. Judging by
all the usual signs, it looks like
it’s going to be Bad.
So what are the “usual
signs,” you say? I’m glad you
asked that too. County folk
have always observed and tried
to understand the land they live
upon and the creatures they
share it with. In observing
patterns over time, you learn
to see signs of things that gen-
erally follow one another.
For example, indications of a
bad winter coming:
* The migratory birds --
those that leave for the winter,
like the northern geese, the
sandhill cranes, the hummers,
even the buzzards -- will gen-
erally head out a month or
so earlier than they usually do if things
are going to be bad during the winter
months.
* Your livestock -- cattle and horses --
will have thicker and shaggier winter coats
come in to replace their summer coats. If
you go out to milk the cow and she looks
kind of like she could use a a trip to the
barber, it’s probably going to be a bad
winter.
* Squirrels. Yep, if those nasty little
tree rats have big bushy tails in the fall,
winter will be hard and grim. Scrawny,
mangy-looking tails? Then it won’t be so
dreadful.
* Acorns. If they have been larger than
usual and more plentiful than usual, a
harsh winter is coming.
* Another sign is muskrats building their
“Pumpkin kicking” is the sport of
choice at the weekly game night of
the No. 10 Saloon hosted by owner
Judge Rod Eun. Contestants kicked
pumpkins into a corner while dodg-
ing - or sometimes actively inter-
fering with - other contestants and
their pumpkins and corners. The
big winners included Miss Addie
Rau and Mr. Clay Kungler.
October 16, 1878
Fashion: Is
it what YOU
wooly-worms. Go out in the
garden and look at your wooly-
want?
worms.
If the black and orange fuzzy
caterpillars are fatter and fuzzier
than usual, and the black bands
in their stripes are wider than
usual, make sure you lay in a
good supply of firewood and
plenty of provisions, because
winter will be harsh indeed.
Some folks may sneer and say
such things are but superstition
and foolishness. In the modern
world of today we should be
guided by science based on
careful observations and com-
parisons. But then these beliefs
are the result of observation and
comparisons made by the coun-
try folk over time. Doesn’t that
sound pretty much like science
holes higher up on the banks of rivers and to you?
creeks. The higher they go, the worse it’s
going to be. By D. A. Kuhr
* Have the bees built
nests really high up?
Yessir, that means the
snow will be deep.
* Have there b een
rings or halos around the
moon or the sun? If these
appear frequently during Ladies Fashion for the fashion devotee
the late summer and fall, of the Deadwood woman is a subject both
then there will e numerous men and women can enjoy, I welcome input
snowfalls. and comment from both sexes.
The lady’s top should it cover the breasts
But the most reliable, and leave no bare skin ... or do you prefer
sure-fire indicator? some cleavage?
Wooly-worms. That question is on the minds of all of
Yes, that’s right, I said us. Should we take the puritan view and
keep all covered at all times , or should we
be more liberal?
The fashion seen most in Deadwood is of
the highest standard with garments both
colorful and flowing The vibrant colors
of the material makes a pleasing look to
the eye.
Normal work wear for the working gal
can range from boringly dull to just dirty
.
This picture shows this reporter in her
work wear a crisp white top shows off
her dark hair , the cleavage is only vis-
ible between the frills of the shoulders
and chest. the light tan and darker lines
break the dress up and make it look so
feminine.
The tied middle section shows her slender
waist and pushes up her chest area.
Do you think some of us look like tarts?
Or do you think we are leaders in fashion
in Deadwood?
Any ladies who would like their attire
to be displayed in any future article could
they contact this reporter.
Siobhan McKeenan(Miss)
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Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 24
A guide to the Western Horse, Part 1
The horse is an essential element of life
in the West and has has been since they
first bore Spanish conquistador into the
region some 300 years ago.
The horse made the buffalo-hunting
culture of the Plains Indians possible,
and carried explores, travelers, soldiers
and emigrants into the vast spaces of the
western half of the content. Today, the
ponies ridden by the cow hands and the
descendants of the old Spanish colonial
horses ridden by the vaqueros facilitate a
massive industry in beef.
Numerous breeds of draft horses pull the
planting, tilling, and harvesting machinery
of the modern farms that are transforming
the soil of the Plains. Other heavy horses
drag the timbers that are essential to hard
rock mining, or pull delivery and freight
wagons serving the growing communities
of the West.
Yet so many of our residents come from
urban circumstances, where most of
their experience with horse is limited to
watching teams draw streetcars or pull
beer wagons. For them, we would like to
present this simple primer of some basic
aspects of understanding and communicat-
ing about horses:
Gender
First of all, issues of gender: Horses are
classified as stallions, mares or geldings.
Stallions (or Studs) are the unaltered,
non-castrated males. Due to their unpre-
dictable temperament, and inability to
think more with head number one than
head number two, stallions are seldom
used as working saddle horses.
Some studs can make acceptable working
horses, but it takes the right stud and the
right handler to form a dependable team.
As a rule, the stallion has one job and that
is to sire offspring.
Geldings are castrated male horses, of
any age. These are the standard work
horse of the West, as their personalities are
not shaped by the stallion’s mating urges
or fighting instincts. They simply have
the least number of issues and generally
are most reliable.
Mares are the females. In the West,
mares were usually reserved for breeding
purposes and sometimes as a ladies’ riding
animal. Mares
were not tradi-
tionally used for
work or riding
for several rea-
sons. They can
be a distraction
to other horses,
as they come
into estrus about
once a month or
so, from spring
through fall.
This can and
does create dis-
ruptive behavior
among the other
saddle sto ck,
including some
geldings, par-
ticularly those
whi c h we r e
castrated at an
older age.
Furthermore,
when the mare
comes into heat some (though not all) may
become highly irritable and restless around
other horses, and hard to work with.
Finally, geldings can become so firmly
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attached to a particular mare, that if she Movement
strays during the night an entire herd go
with her, unlike if a couple geldings were Now let us address the horses’ forms of
to wander off. In fact, in wild horse herds, movement. A horse moves at a walk, a
an older dominant mare will be the boss of trot, a lope, and a gallop.
the group. The boss mare is the one who Walk is what it sounds like: moseying
decides when and where the herd will move, along at a nice leisurely pace. Pick up the
with the stud following. pace a little faster and the horse will move
Stallions will come and go, as they com- at jog, which is faster and a bit bouncier.
pete more or less successfully for status Then comes the trot, a pace which a
in the herd breeding hierarchy, but the horse can maintain for quite some time.
However, it is very bouncy and can hard
mares remain together and will follow the
matriarch, often for years. This patternon the undersides of riders not accustomed
of behavior is used by stockmen who workto it. The next most rapid pace is the lope.
with groups of mules as they may keep “Lope” is the Western term for “canter,”
which is the fancy eastern word for the
one reliable “bell” mare as a leader to keep
their animals together. A mare also may smooth, 3-beat gait which the horse can
be employed as a useful pack animal. keep up for a pretty fair distance.
Some related terminology regarding A gallop is a full-out run, which is
gender: A young male horse is called a something the horse cannot maintain that
for more than a few miles without becom-
“colt.” If he is not castrated, he is a “stud
colt.” ing winded. Riding a horse too fast for
too long will in fact damage or kill the
A young female horse is called a filly.
animal.
And a recently born horse of either gender
is a “foal.” In rough country, a rider must match
In common usage in the West, when his horse’s ability, strength, and agility
someone uses the term “horse,” they are with the terrain. Going uphill, a horse
referring to a male animal (including will of course slow down, having to carry
both his weight
and his rider’s
upwards,
although some Next time we will talk more about dif-
horses will uti- ferent types of horses and issues such as
lize a fast lunge coloration and breed characteristics.
to get up short
hills.
Going down-
hill on steeper
grades requires
care and an
understanding
of the particu-
lar horse. Some
are very sure
footed, others
will require
s ub s t a nt i a l
slowing, and
others seem to
easily master
a odd downhill
gait in which
they do most
the work sort
geldings). When speaking of a female of hopping along with the hindquarters
animal, the term will almost invariably while sort of tip-toeing with the front end.
be “mare.” It all depends on the horse.
Also remember, horses cannot keep run-
October 16, 1878
ning indefinitely. Yes, they can go farther
and faster than humans, but they do need
to catch their breath, to rest and to cool
down, and get a good drink of water.
Three days of hard riding and poor care
will have a visible affect on your animal. A
week of it, and it will look like a different
beast ... or dead.
Load
Finally for this week: a ques-
tion that is related to the issue of
taking care of your $200 dollar
investment in a good horse and
not killing it. How much weight
can the animal reasonably carry?
The answer is pretty much an
average size man and his saddle
and a little bit of gear. In other
words, a 140-190 lb man, his 30
to 40 lb saddle, a rolled up blan-
ket or coat, a full canteen, and a
rifle in its scabbard, and maybe a
haversack with some bacon, twist
and extra ammunition, and you
have got a full load.
Saddle bags can be used, but
a prudent rider does not load up
his or her rig with provisions for
a week on the trail. If you add
full saddle bags, plus your bed-
roll and camp gear to what your
riding horse is carrying, you risk
making the horse’s back sore by
putting too much weight behind
the cantle and seat (where the saddle is
not really designed to carry such weight).
The extra weight will also possibly bruise
the horse’s kidneys. Consequently, if you
are going to be going on a long trip and
require some means of carrying extra gear
and provisions (and don’t have the benefit
of a check wagon to carry food and bed
rolls and extra weapons. ammunition, etc.
as they have on cattle drives now), the best
course is to bring along a pack animal as
well.
The pack mule or mare can carry the
bedroll (meaning a canvas rubberized
ground cloth and at least two blankets or
quilts, plus extra clothing, a rain slicker,
extra ammunition, food for several days,
matches, picket ropes and pin, coffee, coffee
pot, frying pan, utensils, plate, cup, and a
few toiletries).
By D. A. Kuhr
Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 2 October 16, 1878

Job Postings
CHALLENGING OPPORTUNITY!
EARN COMMUNITY RESPECT AND
ADMIRATION!--Energetic persons of
strong moral courage are needed for law
enforcement positions. Brave souls are
encouraged to apply at the Sheriff’s office,
located in the Deadwood Jail. Benefits
include advanced training in firearms and
funerary services at taxpayer’s expense.

THE GEM SALOON--seeks comely

female dancers to entertain customers.
Talent optional though appreciated. Hours
vary, room negotiable. Interested par-
ties should contact Claytanic Kungler or
Copper Garsdale at aforementioned saloon
for further details.

DEADWOOD TEACHING HOS-

PITAL--is now accepting applicants for
Physicians, Nurses and Medical students.
Please contact Doctor Devon, 29 Wall
Street, Deadwood DT

BANK--requires tellers. Must be armed

and accurate. Should also be familiar with
arithmetic. Applications available at the
Chamber of Commerce office.

DEADWOOD PUBLIC LIBRARY--

requests applications for assistant librar-
ian. Experience preferred, but will train.
Dedication to the pursuit of knowledge
mandatory. This position may require
interaction with children; all resulting
medical costs will be reimbursed. Submit
application at the Deadwood Chamber of
Commerce.

PRIVATE INSTRUCTOR NEEDED--

Lady desires to learn the use of firearms.
References required. Those interested are

From the ((RL)) New York Times, 1878, accounts of local asked to leave an application at the Cham-
ber of Commerce.

happenings: THE PALACE SALOON NOW HIR-

ING--the proprietor of the Palace Saloon
seeks women for recreation and leisure
activities. Requirements include nominal

A Coach Attacked by Road Robbery of a health and hygiene, endurance and an

adventurous spirit. Inquiries should be
directed to Mr. Bakerly at said establish-

Agents; Four Passengers Robbed Dakota Stage ment.

- A Passenger Resists and DEADWOOD, Dakota Territory, Aug

23. –About 2 o’clock yesterday morning

Thieves Retreat the northbound stage from Cheyenne

was stopped between Cheyenne River
and Lightening Creek, 90 miles south of
Hot Creek, Wyoming, July 2. – A coach A. Liberman in the thigh. Both are flesh Deadwood, by three highwaymen, who,
from Deadwood, with six passengers, wounds. Mrs. Boughton was not molested. after compelling the passengers to throw
was attacked last night by road agents at The coach and passengers arrived here at up their hands, went through their pock-
Whoop Up, 65 miles south of Deadwood. 7 o’clock this evening. The wounded were ets, obtaining two watches and a small
The passengers were E. S. Smith and J. S. made comfortable, and are now on the way amount of money. After securing what
Smith, of New-York; A. Liberman and H. for Cheyenne. About eight highwaymen the passengers had they cut open all the
Liberman, of Chicago; Daniel Finn, and are supposed to have participated in the United States mail-sacks and appropriated
Mrs. Boughton, of Cheyenne. affair. Division Superintendent William all the registered letters, leaving the rest of
Only two of the road agents came into Ward, with reliable men, is now in pursuit the mail strewn over the ground.
view, who, after placing the passengers in of the robbers.
line and robbing four of them of various
amounts of money, together with two gold
watches, advanced to Finn, who drew his
revolver and shot one of the robbers in the
region of the groin. The robber fell to his
knees, but rallied.
As Finn and was about to shoot again
he was himself shot by an accomplice of
the robbers, who laid in ambush. The ball
entered at the left side of his nose and pass-
ing through his mouth came out in front of
the right ear, inflicting a painful but not
serious wound. The robbers then retreat-
ed, firing several shots. E. S. Smith was
wounded in the leg below the knee, and

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Deadwood Free Press Vol. 2 Issue 24
See previous issues for the perils of this young heroine and her adventures
The Perilous Journeys of
Mary Sue Sweetlyness
Mary Sue Sweetliness sat upon the
wagon as her father’s former trusted
servant, Sweet Jesus, drove the gay,
multi-colored circus wagon into the
sunset.
“I just wish we knew which direc-
tion we were going,” moaned Dear
Beth from the back seat, ill-tempered
but still speaking after the loss of her
love.
“Eet eez impossible to tell,” said
Sweet Jesus with a shrug, squinting
into the blinding light. “I can barely
see.”
“At least Ox knows where he eez
going” said Beth regarding the black
bull with undisguised affection.
Sweet Mary gazed overhead as crim-
son streaked clouds danced across a
darkening sky. She sighed wistfully at
her sullen sister in the back seat of the
swaying wagon and passed the time by
turnning her thoughts to inward medi-
tations in devotion of her lost love.
Mary Sue, Jesus and Dear Beth
rode along in silence till the black ox
pulled them out of the tall grasses and
stumbled to a stop conveniently near
the ford of a wide river.
Near the shore, a lone man stared
aimlessly into the swift current. Jesus
sighed at the man standing there in the
way. Eager to get across before dark,
Jesus grunted and called out through
the thick humid air, “Are ye skeered or
just waxing poetic?”
Jesus’ face fell in shame as the man offend you.” Jesus replied bowing his
turned to reveal a marked face and miss- head.
ing upper right quadrant. “I don’ know
how to swim!” cried the man with a pained
expression and quivering jaw.
Miss Addie Rau showed entrepreneurship when friend Eliza-
beth Marrant fell asleep, and quickly marked the child for sale.
Thankfully, there was no transaction.
Episode 5
By Miss Adele Leeland
“My apologies sir, I deedn’t mean to
“Hi,” said Beth, batting her eyelashes.
Mary Sue gasped at her sister and turned
toward the man, torn between the purity
of compassion and suspicion of this face
that form that seemed all too familiar.
The man approached cautiously, his eyes
sparked with hope. “You have an ability I
do not!” he declared “Please, let me climb
aboard and cross the river?”
“NO,” Cried Mary Sue on her feet, sud-
denly recognizing the fearsome visage,
“you sir, are a dread outlaw, “One Arm”
Dick of the dreaded Dick Gang!” I’ve seen
your wanted poster upon the mail house
wall!
Jesus blanched and recoiled wide-eyed
from the man, “I’m sorry dear sir, I would
like to help you, but knowing who you are,
I can not risk these ladies or the wagon,
eet is all I have.”
“It is true! I am One Armed Dick, but I
am no danger!” declared the man in ear-
nest, helpfully pointing out his missing
upper quadrant with his remaining free
hand. “All the other Dicks have fled, and
I am helpless. You must see how our fates
our tied upon the river. I only ask for pity,
sympathy and safe passage to the other
side.”
“What shall we say Miss Mary? ”
intoned Jesus in a quandary, “he eez ear-
nest?” After all, it all sounded so reason-
To be continued...
October 16, 1878
able. The man had a bad past, but he
was helpless now and try as they might,
neither could see any reason to deny
hospitality. With a fretful nod from
Mary, Jesus helped the man aboard.
The driver took a deep breath and
all held tight as Sweet Jesus urged Ox
into the ford. The crossing started well,
soon the playful lapping at the shallows
gave way to a shouting torrent of swirl-
ing darkness. Sweet Jesus murmured
encouragement to his beleaguered but
steady bovine. Inch by inch they pro-
gressed. Calm but careful, Mary took
the hands of her sister in prayer as One
Armed Dick stared fitfully assessing
the driver, the women, the ox and the
blackening swirl that threatend to take
them in whole. At the zenith of their
peril, Dick could no longer contain
himself. The thief and murderer in
their midst, lepted from the security
of his seat, latched Jesus by the neck
and ripped the reigns from his grip.
Exulting in victory, the evil man drew
a cruel blade from between his teeth
and plunged it savagely towards the
driver’s shocked expression.
The wagon lurched as Ox Bellowed
his panick. Turning sharply, the con-
fused animal faltered sidways, forcing
waves of icy water over the side. Mary
Sue screamed in horror as Dear Beth’s
hand ripped away, it’s owner catapulted
over the side and into the churning cur-
rent.
“Why have you done theeeees!” screamed
Jesus as he stretched out, not knowing who
to save; Sweet Mary, Dear Beth or his
beloved wagon.
“I don’t know!” howled the man in tear-
ful distress as he realized his fate, “I can’t
help what is my nature!”
There was no time to save anyone. Ox
bellowed and faded beneath the waves,
capsizing the wagon under by the sheer
weight of his mass and harness. Sweet Jesus
fell to his knees and rolled unconscious into
the current. Without a word, One Armed
Dick lost his vice like grip, fell backwards
into the depths and drowned.
Mary Sue dangled above the waves, sus-
pended by her voluminous skirts caught
firm on the elevated tongue of the capsized
frame. Stunned and numb, she kicked fur-
tively at the rippling river that swallowed
friend and enemy alike. As darkness fell,
one last wave crashed the unrecognizable
remnants of the ill-fated wagon upon
the rocks, flinging her hapless form onto
the shore. Numb and bruised, Mary Sue
cleared the muck of the river from her
eyes and mouth and looked about, unsure
which side of the river she was on.