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Chapter 32: “And None of the Results Has Been Satisfactory”

Paul Lee Johnson University of North Texas Press PDF

Thirty-Two

“And None of the Results

Has Been Satisfactory”

In the spring of 1882, the slow-moving but heavy hand of the federal government threatened Arizona Territory with martial law. President Arthur sent urgent messages on April 18, April 26 and May 3 to both houses of Congress about lawlessness along the Mexican border. There was some thought given to amending the Posse Comitatus Act. By the time Congress was ready to act, however, most of the violence that precipitated the national embarrassment was over. Fear of cowboys was replaced by fear of Apaches who once again ran riot through the countryside. The need for martial law diminished, for if the danger was from Indians, the military was precisely the right agency to combat them.

Cowboys, violence, renegade Indians, title disputes, flooding mines

— soon Tombstone was no longer a boom-town. And it would be two more decades before even a spur railroad line would be built to the town. The

Nugget lamented:

Poor, unfortunate Tombstone, she no sooner recovers from one affliction than another besets her. Less than one year ago a disastrous fire swept away a large portion of the business houses. Then came the washouts, keeping people from traveling; then an Indians outbreak, certainly not a bad one, but it had the effect of frightening timid capital away from our doors. When this was settled, two factions of desperate men indulged in a street fight, resulting in the death of three and the wounding of two men. Capital then thought we were a band of cutthroats and murderers and lingered with wonderful perversity on eastern shores and western strands. Following this there was an attempted, and two real assassinations. Capital then believed we were blood-thirsty thugs and no mistake. In the meantime the boys kept their hands in by robbing a couple of stages. Capital then declared us robbers, as well as murderers, and when things once more assume their normal condition and a number of new discoveries fire up a speculative

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19 May Day Dedication of the Roofless Church and Barrett-Gate House

Jane Blaffer Owen Indiana University Press ePub

Who had persuaded me that God preferred four walls and a roof to wide-open spaces?

—Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

 

On the northeast corner of Main and North Streets, across from the freshly blessed cornerstone, stood a dilapidated barn and a rusty, retired gas pump. Luckily, the lot and barn belonged to close friends Mildred and Dorothy Donald, who once lived nearby. I never see their former home without remembering their story of the days preceding the birth of their brother. “Our parents never told us how babies came into the world,” they half whispered to me. “So by way of explanation, they placed stork feathers on every windowsill the day that our brother was born.”

These delicious spinster sisters, retired teachers, quickly understood my reasons for wishing to acquire their property and wanted me to have it for a token sum. I now would have a strategic location for conjoined houses that Carl and Laura Barrett had offered me: an early Harmonist two-story log house with a mid-nineteenth-century addition attached to its entire east wall. The relocation was in line with a plan Tom Mumford and I had conceived in the late 1940s. Aware that we lacked resources to restore every vintage house in the village, we decided to concentrate our efforts on North and Granary Streets, saving donated houses through relocation there when we could. Tish and Tom Mumford had already given their Church Street Harmonist house to the Colonial Dames.

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3. Into the West with Harney

David M. Jordan Indiana University Press ePub

JEFFERSON DAVIS HAD A PROBLEM. Appointed secretary of war in 1853, when Democrat Franklin Pierce became president and ousted the Whigs from power, Davis was committed to advancing the cause of his native South within the Federal Union. One means of doing so involved the projected railroad to the Pacific Coast, a road which would enhance the economic interests of that part of the “civilized East” from which it departed. In the spirited sectional competition for the transcontinental railroad, Davis, a Mississippi planter and former U.S. senator from that state, was keenly interested in pushing the “southern route” as strongly as possible. Not only would the South benefit economically, but there would arise a golden opportunity to forge political ties between the South and the West. But before any route could be chosen, of course, the fullest information about the lands beyond the Missouri River had to be available.

The army had long been gathering information about the lands of the west on a piecemeal basis. For several years its officers and engineers had been compiling reports, data, statistics, and surveys of the western territories. But in order to make use of this mass of information, Davis needed it all pulled together. For this purpose he tapped Gouverneur Warren, who enjoyed a growing reputation both for accurate fieldwork and for meticulous handling of the data acquired.

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8 LBJ and Adlai

Ray E. Boomhower Indiana University Press ePub

DURING HIS SERVICE AS U.S. AMBASSADOR TO THE DOMINICAN Republic, John Bartlow Martin had shunned the usual trappings of power that came with his high diplomatic post and had concentrated instead on his work. Martin had some trouble, however, transitioning from public office to private life and admitted that he missed “some of the perquisites of power.” Instead of being driven to his office in a chauffeured limousine, he had to endure Chicago-area winters with other commuters, and there were no U.S. Marine Corps guards on duty to snap to attention when he arrived every day at his office. Martin now faced the ultimate question: What would he do with the rest of his life? Martin could write – it was, as he said, “all I knew how to do” – but he could not return to his old freelance trade, producing heavy-fact stories for magazines, as the industry had fallen on hard times as television began to draw away its advertisers. His interests had also shifted away from writing about crime and its effect on society to such issues as national politics and foreign policy. “One doesn’t go back,” he noted.1

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16 Violets Down the Lane

Jane Blaffer Owen Indiana University Press ePub

Laetare! Rejoice!

—The incipit of the introit for the Fourth Sunday of Lent, “Mothering Sunday”

 

My month with Janie almost over in March 1957, I booked a return flight to Houston. Taking leave of my daughters, particularly of Janie in New York, always tugged at my heart. The French proverb Partir c’est mourir un peu (to leave is to die a bit) spoke to my condition but did little to improve it. Solace, once again, came from Reverend Mother Ruth. Knowing that I faced another separation, she had asked Sister Élise, a teacher at St. Hilda’s and a tutor “on loan” for Janie, to give me a verse from an old English book of carols to read on the plane. It began: “She who goes amothering shall find violets down the lane.” I hummed this comforting line in the taxi to LaGuardia.

My spirits were lifted again on the plane when I recognized a friend seated across the aisle from me: Jean “John” de Menil, an enormously charming and cultivated Franco-American. He and his brilliant, trailblazing wife, Dominique, were both aware that the casting of the Lipchitz statue intended for New Harmony was still landless and homeless. Disregarding the Madonna’s present poverty, Jean foresaw a turn of her fortunes and suggested that Lipchitz’s Lady would one day require an architect and a dwelling worthy of her status.

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