The Sundance Kid

Henry Alonzo Longabaugh

(1867-1908)

  • Henry Alonzo Longabaugh was born in Pennsylvania.
  • He stole a gun, horse, and saddle from a ranch in Sundance, Wyoming.
  • After he served time for this crime in the local jail he adopted the nickname, Sundance Kid.
  • His girlfriend (pictured above) was Etta Place.  She and Butch Cassidy fled the country with Sundance.
  • There was a reward of $30,000 on members of the Wild Gang.
  • They first went to Argentina but eventually settled in Bolivia.
  • Etta left the two outlaws and returned to the US under an assumed name, predicting the men would die violently.
  • Her prophecy came true. It is believed that Sundance died in a Bolivian shootout in November, 1908.

Sources:

Nash, Jay Robert, “The Real Butch Cassidy and His Wild Bunch,” at  http://www.annalsofcrime.com/03-01.htm

Rosa, Joseph, G. Age of the Gunfighter: Man and Weapons on the Frontier, 1840-1900. Oklahoma: U of Oklahoma P, 1995.

Wikipedia, “Butch Cassidy’s Wild Bunch,” at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butch_Cassidy%27s_Wild_Bunch

___, “Sundance Kid,” at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundance_Kid

The Chuck Wagon

The Chuck Wagon

  • Cowboys out on the trail relied on the camp cook (“cookie”) for their food.  Meals were served up from the chuck wagon – a store room and kitchen on wheels.
  • The first chuck wagon was designed from an old army vehicle by a cattleman called Charles Goodnight in 1866.
  • The front wheels were smaller than the back to make turning easier.
  • Chuck wagons featured a barrel that could hold two days supply of water, a hooped canvas cover to protect from harsh sun or rain, a heavy tool box, and a portable larder called the chuck box.
  • The chuck box contained flour, lard, coffee, tobacco, dried apples, raisins, sugar, beans, and other staples.
  • The body of the wagon held bedrolls, grain for the horses, and spare equipment.
  • A canvas hung underneath carried firewood.
  • The cookie was often a former cowboy who had been injured.  He would have few culinary skills so the food was basic, boring, and unhealthy.
  • Food was prepared on a fold-down shelf at the rear of the wagon.  It was cooked on an open fire.
  • Meals generally featured bacon (sow-belly), beans, and some form of bread.  If the cook was a good shot with a rifle, there might also be jackrabbits, prairie chickens, deer, turkeys, or venison.
  • Hygiene was non-existent.  If there was no water for rinsing pots and plates they were scoured with grass, leaves, sand, or dry dirt.
  • Although Cookie was usually the most popular member of the crew – often acting as their banker, barber, and dentist as well – cowboys could not wait to reach the next town for a taste of fresh food, steak, and eggs!

Sources:

Murdoch, David. Cowboy.  Worldwide: DK Publishing, 1993.

Texas Cowboy Hall of Fame, Fort Worth, Texas.  Research Trips 2015 and 2016.

Wikipedia, “Chuck Wagons,” at  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuckwagon

Deer Stew

Deer Stew

Ingredients:

3lb cubed deer meat (venison)

6 potatoes

6 carrots

3 onions

3 celery sticks

1/2 chopped cabbage

3 tablespoons bacon fat

bay leaf

pepper

salt

hot water

Method:

  1. Wash, peel, and coarsely chop all the vegetables.
  2. Melt the bacon fat in large pot on the stove-top and add the meat.  Fry until evenly brown, stirring constantly.
  3. Add enough hot water to cover the meat.  Simmer with a lid on for one hour.
  4. Add the carrots and celery.  Mix in the salt, pepper, and bay leaf.  Stir well.  Simmer for 30 minutes.
  5. Add the potatoes, onions, and cabbage.  Mix well with more hot water if needed.
  6. Cook with the lid off for 30 minutes on a medium heat.  Stir occasionally throughout until the stew reduces and thickens.
  7. Adjust the seasoning to suit your taste.  Remove the bay leaf before serving.

Marty Robbins’ COOL WATER

Cool Water

(David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, and Tina Weymouth)

All day I’ve faced a barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry,
And souls that cry for water.
Cool, clear water.

The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star’s a pool of water.
Cool water.
And with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water; cool, clear water.

Keep a-moving, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan,
He’s a devil, not a man,
And he spreads the burning sand with water.
Dan, can you see that big, green tree?
Where the water’s running free
And it’s waiting there for you and me?
Water; cool, clear water.

The shadows sway and seem to say,
“Tonight we pray for water,
Cool water.”
And way up there, He’ll hear our prayer
And show us where
There’s water.  Cool, clear water!

Marty Robbins’ EL PASO

El Paso

(Marty Robbins)

el-paso

“El Paso”

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina,
Music would play and Feleena would whirl.Blacker than night were the eyes of Feleena,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell.One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind,
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved.

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden,
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul, evil deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there,
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran
Out where the horses were tied,
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run,
Up on its back and away I did ride

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico.

Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless.
Everything’s gone in life.  Nothing is left.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden,
My love is stronger than my fear of death.

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark,
Maybe tomorrow, a bullet may find me,
Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart.

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward,
Down off the hill to Feleena I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys,
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I’m getting weary, unable to ride.

But my love for
Feleena is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen,
Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle,
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere Feleena has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Feleena, goodbye.

Photo Credit:

“El Paso, 1880,” at https://www.goodfreephotos.com