Shiner Gazette (Shiner, Tex.), Vol. 37, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 24, 1930 Page: 2 of 10
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THE OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
(An Old Cowboy Song)
REMOVE ROOSTERS
FROM HEN FLOCK
By ELMO SCOTT WATSON
HE Old Chisholm Trail! What a
wealth of romance is contained in
those four words—what pictures they
up of an era in American bis-
gone forever! Speak of
Fe Trail and you see a
pack train setting out with its stock
•of goods for trade in the old Span-
ish capital; you see Kit Carson and
Uncle Dick Wooton and Old Bill
Williams and a host of other old-
time hunters and trappers; you see
Kearney’s Dragoons marching to the conquest of
Mexico; you see Bent’s Fort and Maxwell’s haci-
enda and other places where the whole kaleido-
scopic life of the Great Southwest passed in col-
orful review. Speak of the Oregon Trail and you
see a caravan of covered wagons plodding up the
valley of the Platte or toiling painfully through
some mountain pass in the - Rockies.
But speak of the Old Chisholm Trail and jam
see an epic migration of an entirely different sort
—thousands upon thousands of long-horn cattle,
driven north from the Wide plains of the Lone
Star state to the roaring cow towns of Kansas
by as bold, as reckless, as brave a crew’ of dare-
devils as the wmrld has ever known—the old-time
cowboys.
But now the Old Chisholm Trail is to have a
renaissance. From the state capital of Texas
comes word that in its new form it is to be a
broad paved highway extending from south Texas
to Abilene, Kan. Many sections of the road
already have been constructed, the unfinished links
will be connected as rapidly as possible and then
automobiles will speed over it, covering-as many
miles in a few hours as it took a trail herd to
cover in the same number of days. Recently Frank
Dobie, former cowboy, now a professor of Eng-
lish at the University of Texas and a recognized
authority on the early history of the Southwest,
appeared before the state highway commission
with a plea for the proper marking of the Old
Chisholm Trail highway. As a result ot Dobie’s
plea and the support of the Old Trail Drivers’
association of Texas, the commission has agreed
to place appropriate markers on the road through
Texas and these markers will be the painted bead
of a long-horn steer.
Before considering w’here that trail ran, as estab-
lished by the^best authorities,, it is necessary to
introduce Jesse Chisholm and tell how it was that
his name was given to this famous highway. He
was born in the old Cherokee Indian country in
East Tennessee in 177S. His father, Ignatius
Chisholm, the son of a John D. Chisholm, the last
hereditary chief of the Cherokees, was of Scotch
descent. His mother was a member of the noted
Rogers family of the Cherokee nation and an older
sister of Tiana Rogers, the Cherokee wife of
Gen. Sam Houston.
Some time after 1850 Chisholm established a
trading post not far from where the old Cali-
fornia Trail crossed the South Canadian river.
Later on he had another trading post at Council
Grove on the"North Canadian a few miles west of
the present Oklahoma City. By this,time he had
deserted his own people entirely and was an
adopted member of the Wichita tribe with whom
he went north into Kansas at the outbreak of the
Civil war. For more than six years the Wiehitas
camped at the mouth of the Little Arkansas
where the city which bears their name is now
located. They were visited there by James R.
Mead, a trader, who, in the spring of 1805. was
invited by Chisholm to join him in a trading expe-
dition to the valley of the Washita (in what is
now Oklahoma) in the vicinity of Fort Cobb and
the former Wichita Agency.
Mead accepted the invitation, they loaded their
wagons and drove to the crossing of the North
Canadian where a short side-trip to Chisholm’s
trading post at Council Grove was made. Then
they continued to the Washita. As a matter of
fact, this was not the first time that this route
had been traversed. At the outbreak of the Civil
war the federal garrison at Fort Smith, Ark.,
abandoned that post and marched to Fort Wash-
ita, located in the present Johnston county, Okla-
homa. They next evacuated Fort Washita and
under the command of Lieut. Col. W. H. Emory,
who was guided by Black Beaver, a noted Dela-
ware Indian scout, marched via the present .site
of Wichita to Fort Leavenworth. Emory thus
broke the trail which Chisholm later traveled, as
did other traders and an occasional party of
Indians.
Gradually, however, it became known as the
Chisholm Trail, but it probably would pever have
become famous had it not been for the cattle
trade which developed so soon after the Civil war.
How that came about was told by Joseph B. Tho-
burn, secretary of the Oklahoma Historical soci-
ety, in an article in the Rock Island magazine
several years ago, as follows:
“The close of the Civil war found beef cattle
scarce and high in price throughout the North.
On the other hand, the ranges of Texas were
overstocked and cattle were very cheap. Attempts
were made to transport Texas cattle to the Mis-
sissippi valley corn belt in Missouri, Iowa and
Illinois, but these always ended disastrously.
“Among the people who had been interested in
trying to introduce Texas cattle into the feed
yards of the corn belt was Joseph McCo’y, of
Springfield, 111., farm-bred and a cattle feeder by
occupation. Losing money on the attempt did not
dampen the ardor of McCoy. He studied over the
problem until he finally dreamed the dream of the
cattle trail.
“The cattle trail from Texas crossed Red river
at a place known as Red River City, a short dis-
tance below the present Rock Island bridge, near
the town of Terral. . Thence it followed a course
almost due north, through the extreme western
part of the old Chickasaw Nation and a few miles
east of the ninety-eighth meridian, which was the
eastern boundary of the Co/nanche-Kiowa. Wichi-
ta-Caddo and Cheyenne-Arapahoe Indian reserva-
tions.
“It crossed the Washita river near the present
town of Alex, the South Canadian near Tuttle and
the North Canadian just west of Yukon. From
the North Canadian crossing, it inclined slightly
westward to a junction with the Chisholm Trail
at the crossing of the Cimarron, between King-
fisher and Dover. Thence it followed the line of
that trail to Caldwell and Wichita.”
Further confirmation of the fact that the orig-
inal Old Chisholm Trail did not start in Texas, as
many believe, is contained in the following state-
ment by Professor Dobie. made in connection with
the recent announcement that this famous hip’
way is to be marked with the “sigh of the Ion
horn”:
“The original Chisholm Trail did not come
south of Red river. Drivers from the lower Rio
Grande country and drivers from the eastern
coastal plans of Texas converged their herds into
the Chisholm Trail. Soon the Chisholm Trail had
a well defined annex to its southern extremity', an
annex longer than the original trail itself. The
annex, like a river, had many prongs sprangling
out from the south but all pointing north and
converging. It was natural that this southern
annex should in popular speech take on the name
of the original trail, the Chisholm Trail.
“The market in Dodge City, Ivan., opened in
1875-76, and for more than a decade Dodge City
was the cowboy capital of the world. And the
trail, which once terminated In Abilene and
had shifted west, now curved on to roaring Oga-
lalla, on up the Platte, on up the Yellowstone,
Come along', boys, and listen to my tale,
I’ll tell you of my troubles, on the old Chisholn?
trail.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya,
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy, ya.
I started up the trail October twenty-third,
I started up the trail with the 2-U herd.
Oh, a ten dollar hoss and a forty dollar saddle—
And I’m goin’ to punchin’ Texas cattle.
I woke up one morning on the old Chisholm trail
Rope in my hand and a cow by the tail. -
I’m up in the .mornin’ afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
Old Beri Bolt was a blamed good boss,
But he’d go to see the girls on a sore-backed hoss.
Old Ben Bolt was'a fine old marl
And you’d know there was whiskey wherever he’d
land.
My hoss- tlirowed me off at the creek called Mud,
lily hoss throwed me off round the 2-U herd.
Last time I saw him he was going across the level
A-kicking up his heels and a-running like the
devil.
It’s cloudy in the West, a-looking like rain,
And my damned old slicker’s in the wagon again.
Crippled my hoss, I don’t know how,
Ropin’ at the horns of a 2-U cow.
We hit Caldwell and we hit her on the fly,
We bedded down the cattle on the hill close by.
No chaps, no slicker, and it’s pouring rain,
And 1 swear, by grab, I’ll never night-herd again.
Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle.
Last night I was on guard and the leader broke
the ranks,
I hit mv horse down the shoulders and I spurred
him in the flanks.
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began
to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin’ to loss ’em
all.
I jumped in the saddle and grabbed holt the horn,
Best blamed cow-puncher ever was born.
I popped my foot in the stirrup and gave a little
yell,
The tail cattle broke and the leaders went to hell
I don’t give a damn if they never do stop;
I’ll ride as long as an eight-day clock.
Foot in the stirrup , and hand on the horn,
Best damned cowboy ever was born.'
I herded and I hollered and I done very well,
Till the boss said, “Boys, just let ’em go to hell.”
Stray in the herd and the boss said kill it,
So I shot him in the rump with the handle of the
skillet. '
We rounded ’em up and put ’em on the cars,
And that was the last of the old Two Bars.
Oh it’s bacon and beans most every day—
I’d as soon be a-eatin’ prairie hay.
I’m on my best horse and I’m goin’ at a run,,
I’m the nuickest shootin’ cowboy that ever pulled
a gun.
I went to the wagon to get my roll.
To come back to Texas, dad-burn my
soul.
I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars In the
hole.
I’ll sell my outfit just as soon as I can,
I won’t punch cattle for no damned man.
Goin’ back to town to draw my money,
Goin’ back home 'to see my honey.
With my knees in the saddle and my %eat In the
sky.
I’ll quit punching cows in the sweet by and by.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy, ya, youpy ya.
Coma ti yi youpy,. youpy ya.
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and into Canada. It was no longer the Western
Trail or the Dodge Trail; but for probably a
majority of cattle people the shift of trail meant
also a shift of name. The Western Trail was
loosely the Chisholm Trail.
Poor Eggs Result From Lazi-
ness and Neglect.
With the coming of warmer weath-
er, there-will be the usual rapid in-
crease in the flow of poor quality eggs
on the markets unless flock owners
adopt control measures.
“As first, produced, eggs are about
as nearly a perfect food product as
one can find,” says C. F. Parrish, ex-
tension poultry specialist at the North
Carolina State college. “If the hen is
properly fed, the nest clean and the
eggs gathered twice each day in hot
weather and stored in a cool, clean
place until delivery to the consumer,
the market will pay the top price
gladly. But, on the other hand, If
roosters are allowed to run with the
flock after the hatching season is over,
if the hens are not well fed, if the
nests are dirty and the eggs gathered
occasionally and kept in a poorly ven-
tilated, warm room, the consumer
feels like ordering a gas mask along
with his eggs.”
Mr. Parrish Insists that bad eggs
are not accidents—they result from
laziness, neglect, and poor manage-
ment. It is just as easy, he says, to
produce high quality, infertile eggs as
it is to offend the customers with
stale, fertile, low quality eggs. Farm-
ers of the state lose about $500,000
each season because of had methods
in producing and handling this prod-
uct. At least one-third of tins is due
to the partial hatching of fertile eggs
which have become warm enough to
incubate. Hot days have the same ef-
fect on fertile eggs as the hen or in-
cubator and the first, step is to re-
move the male bird from the flock as
soon as hatching is over. He has
nothing to do with egg production. '
Five good rules to observe are given
by Mr. Parrish, as follows: Keep nest
clean and provide one nest for every
four hens; gather eggs twice each
day; market the eggs twice each
week; store them in. a cool, dry place,
such as the cellar; and pen or dispose
of all roosters after the breeding sea-
son. To follow these five suggestions
is to improve the quality of the prod-
uct.
Feed Baby Chicks Sour
Milk in Liberal Doses
Sour or clabbered rnilk as a feed
for chicks is one of the surest pre-
ventatives of white diarrhea avail
able. So says H. A. Bittenbender,
head of the poultry husbandry de-
partment at Iowa State college.
Where plenty of milk is available it
is a profitable, practice to give no
water to the chicks during the first
six weeks, sour milk to constitute the
only drink.
Care should be practiced in feeding
sour milk, for sharp changes in tlu
acid content from day to day almost
always cause bowel trouble. A safe
rule to follow is to feed today’s milk
tomorrow. Then the acid content will
remain very nearly the same.
It is best to feed the milk in earth-
en or enameled vessels, for they are
much easier to clean than other types
of containers, and cleanliness is a big
factor in the success of baby chick
feeding.
Chicken Culling Most
Important in Summer
Chicken culling is not something
that should be done only in the late
summer or early fall when the hens
are molting. Culling should start, at
the time the chicks are hatched, and
should be continued throughout the
growing season. All chicks that are
weak or crippled when the hatch is
taken off should he killed. Chicks
lacking in vitality are a constant
menace to the flock because they are
more susceptible to disease than are
the stronger ones. Furthermore, the
extra care and attention which must
be given the weak chicks increases
the cost of rearing the flock. Also
those chicks that are weak at hatch-
ing time will he slower in starting to
grow and will mature more slowly
than the strong vigorous birds.
Succeed With Turkeys
Tiie kind of feed and the manner of
feeding poults make a vast difference
in results. The difficulty in handling
turkeys in domestic fashion has been
realized for years, more so as farms
became closer together and wide, open
ranges became harder to provide for
flocks of turkeys. Unwholesome feeds
and bad ways of feeding have worked
much harm to this industry. Growing
poults will not require so much atten-
tion as to feed when the range is aru-
pie.
Mistaken for Cold
Chickenpox is often mistaken for
a cold, but It is a specific disease. Un-
less care is taken colds may appear
with the pox and many chickens will
die. The mouth form of chicken-
pox is not ordinarily serious if the
occurrence of colds can be prevented.
The temperature of the pens should be
raised, the birds given special care
and the litter changed often to keep
moisture at a low level. The removal
of diseased birds in the early stages
will help. * ■
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SHINER GAZETTE. SHINER. TEXAS
The instinct of self-preservation
may find a perverted outlet in the im-
pulse to be cruel to others. If con-
tinued, it makes for sadism: frightful-
ness, atrocities, prize fights, cruelty
for the sheer love of being cruel, in-
cluding cruelty to one’s own children.
The sex-complex is complex in man
and in all species of animals with
sexual reproduction. In human so-
ciety is has become increasingly com-
plex. It is so individualized that
there are as many kinds of sex be-
havior as there are individuals. So
many things in life are “loved” that
• .sentimentality is more common than
sensuality. The inherent emotional
drive to seek and love a mate goes out
to dogs and sunsets, and bathes with
tears the belongings of the late be-
loved.
There are habits, types and be-
havior; they vary with age and clime.
These Habits function in individuals.
The sex behavior of any individual is
only to be understood in the light of
the manner in which the individual
learned to respond to the two-sex
world in which lie or she grew up.
To say that man is driven by sex
is to say that a man is a mammal or
that human reproduction is sexual.
To say that a repressed libido is also
a drive but hides in the Unconscious—
to pop out in a bad dream of a
psychosis—is the mystic’s way of say-
ing that life learns, and that reflex
arcs and salivary and other glands
can he and are conditioned. To say—
with Freud and Jung—that the
mythology and symbolism of human
culture have their roots in the Un-
conscious, is to make a magician’s
cave where by psycho-analysis one can
discover anything one puts into it.
“Libido” sounds more potent, than
love; “Unconscious” more mysterious
than behavior. That is why Libido
was so popular; why so many started
to juggle with Unconscious.
(© by George A. Dorsey.)
* * *
Here is the argument. The new-
born comes into the world naked and
unashamed. The world says : “That’s
not nice; you must not do that.” That
begins the conflict: animal instinct
versus social don’ts. But instinctive;
“I wants” are not to be laid by
“don’ts.” What then? “Substitutes.”
The young “mind” indulges its in-
stinctive libido by symbols, society’s
substitutes for nature’s action.
For Freud, “mind” is stuff, a prod-
uct of the processes of development.
Certain forces determine the trend of
this development. By “psycho-analy-
sis” that “mind” can be examined—as
one examines the contents of a jug.
Such examination will reveal the man-
ner in \yhieh these determining forces
have acted and reacted.
But the mind is like a jug with
much sediment below the thin skim
milk on top. The sediment is the Un-
conscious Mind, thick with repressed
instinctive impulses and “I want”
memories. This' stuff’ is a source of
energy, loaded, always smoldering; it
exerts influence. It is a hidden drive
to action no less than the libido im-
pulse itself.
Do the “repressions” ever rise to
Consciousness? Only when disguised
or distorted—as they always are In
dreams. In dreams they “rise.”
Science must formulate hypotheses
•—and proceed to test them. But
progress is not made by assuming that
spanking a child drives a libido to
parts unknown which later will jump
up like a Jack-in-the-box to scare the
man or woman to death.
No child is a “horn liar.” But a
lively youngster may become a pro-
ficient one in ten or less years, driven1
to learn the art because parents will
be parents and boys will be boys.
* * *
A KilI-’Em-Love-!Em Complex
npHE emotional side bulges in psy-
1 choses: we “adore,” we “love,” we
are “passionately fond of,” birds, cats,
dogs, bullfights, pink tights. Niaraga
falls! Some “love” half the world of
things and all the world of beings.
Others are as devoted to their hates:
they, have dozens of ways for hating
things and people. Extreme and lurid
•fears are the third of the three' 'eiho-
tional graces. A grace in disgrace is
* psychosis.
Whole nations get that way. We
recently hated .all Germany, even
“German silver” and dachshunds; and
loved tbe French, down to snails and
frogs’ legs. We cheered at the mov-
ies when we saw a German killed,
applauded when we saw a Frenchman
kiss an American officer. The whole
“civilized” world suffered a huge
psychosis: a kill-’em-love-’em complex.
Freudian psychoses are planted in
infancy and are sexual. Freud even
went so far as to say that every
dream is a “ ms h-ful filler” and has its
feet on the forbidden pleasure of child-
hood.
The business of the sex-impulse is
mating; if the two sexes do not pair,
the sex-impulse has not attended to its
business and is a biologic failure.
Many do not pair, a few live happily
ever after; the sex-impulse has at-
tended to everything except its own
business. Being denied proper out-
let, it disarranges society and long
ago became the dominant force in hu-
man behavior. By the time Freud is
through, life is sex. The drive in life
is love, libido. “Thwarted libido” is
responsible for all the trouble.
That sounded interesting and Freud-
ism became a fad ; then, cult; and is
now a disease and should be put out
of its misery.
Why We Behave
like Human Beings
By GEORGE DORSEY, Ph. D., LL D.
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