Showing posts with label Santa Fe Trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Fe Trail. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

WHEN HISTORY MEETS FICTION by Marisa Masterson

 Sometimes happy coincidences occur when I write. For me, this happens when history and fiction merge.


Take my latest book, A Journey for Christiana. It is the sequel to A Journey for Patience. Because it follows another book, I had a specific time period and plot already shaped. My characters are rolling along on the trail. I knew exactly where they would be on it and when since I chart out what is called the trail dust mileage. It was something I could not change.

As I researched information on the Santa Fe Trail and its two famous passes, the Raton and the Cimarron, I also looked at forts dotting the trail. I knew stops at those forts would show time progression in my story. By researching the forts, fiction and real history met in the book.


FORT HARKER, KANSAS
https://www.legendsofamerica.com/ks-fortharker/


Photo by Matthew Brady, 1865

Lo and behold, George Armstrong Custer was at Fort Harker during the exact time when my characters would arrive at that fort! I was so excited to discover that. And it got better...


During 1867, Wild Bill Hickok had started scouting for the 7th Calvalry because of Custer. Hickok admired the man tremendously and agreed to be a scout when asked by him. So Hickok was also at Fort Harker in May 1867 and had had trouble with a local tribe, something I mention in my book. More meeting of history and fiction. 

Witnesses confirm that while working as a scout at Fort Harker, Kansas, on May 11, 1867, Hickok was attacked by a large group of Indians, who fled after he shot and killed two. In July, Hickok told a newspaper reporter that he had led several soldiers in pursuit of Indians who had killed four men near the fort on July 2. He reported returning with five prisoners after killing 10. Witnesses confirm that the story was true to the extent the party had set out to find whoever had killed the four men,[e] but the group returned to the fort "without nary a dead Indian, [never] even seeing a live one".[36][37] (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bill_Hickok)


But it did not end there.  Buffalo Bill Cody was also at Fort Harker in May 1867. In fact, he wrote about his time at the fort:

While working at Fort Harker as a common roust-a-bout, I with about fifty other men were boarding at what was nick-named the "Alligator Messhouse", it might have been properly called "Camp starvation", as it was the only place where I might say we did not get enough to eat. We knew the Government issued plenty of rations but somehow these never reached us at the " Alligator Messhouse. We made up a long petition setting forth that we were starving &etc., it was signed by all the men and send in to headquarters, but weWhile working at Fort Harker as a common roust-a-bout, I with about fifty other men were boarding at what was nick-named the "Alligator Messhouse", it might have been properly called "Camp starvation", as it was the only place where I might say we did not get enough to eat. We knew the Government issued plenty of rations but somehow these never reached us at the " Alligator Messhouse. We made up a long petition setting forth that we were starving &etc., it was signed by all the men and send in to headquarters, but we never heard from it, nor did we notice any improvement in our fare.

I had no money to buy anything to eat on the outsided and well remember a man hiring me to chop some fire wood; it was dry cottenwood and the axe was very dull; It was my first experiment of this kind and right there I formed rather a poor opinion of Kansas Timber; At every stroke of the axe bounced seemingly as hitting a bale of cotton, but I managed to chop and break up some wood for which I received fifty cents; part of this I at once invested in a loaf of bread; and it tasted good without butter. 

(https://codyarchive.org/texts/wfc.lfw00001.html)

 All three famous figures from the West appear in my newest book. It was such fun for me as an author to allow history and fiction to meet. 

From A Journey for Christiana:

As Murphy approached, Moody worked hard at wiping away his scowl. He assumed his usual, stoic expression. That Hickok had fought for the Yankees should not matter now. He urged his mind to believe that.

“Hey, Moody! You remember Hickok and Cody here?”

“Yep. Howdy.”

Hickok pulled away from Murphy and straightened. “Ain’t you the one whose daddy owns that big ranch west of Santa Fe?”

Moody stiffened. “I’m part owner of that ranch with my pa.”

“Yeah. Well, just thought I’d tell you about problems up to the north of you.”

“What’s happening?”

“Custer’s been chasing a band of Cheyenne. They burned a couple of the stations in the Smoky Hill Route.”

Moody waited. When Hickok only stared at him, he rubbed a hand over the stubble on his jaw. “Good thing I won’t be takin’ the Raton Pass then. I’m plannin’ to see my cousin safe to Santa Fe. We’ve had some problems so far with outlaws.”

“That so.” Cody finally spoke. “Bill and I ain’t seen none.”

I invite you to join Patience and Christiana on their journey from Independence to the New Mexico Territory.  


 Will life on the trail convince Patience that she married well or will coming to know her groom be what sends her running at the end of the trip?


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A grumpy man meets a strong-minded woman. You bet the sparks are flying!

Christiana Mallory has no choice but to become Moody Dutton's cook. Her sister insists they find a way to join a wagon train headed south. Patience is determined to retrieve a map showing where their pa buried gold coins. To do that, they must reach Colorado.

When Patience immediately marries Moody's cousin, Christiana is determined not to become a wife. She holds Moody at a distance, fighting with him so that she will not give in to her growing attraction.

Only, when danger threatens her sister's life does Christiana recognize her growing desire to stay with Moody. He shows her how deeply he desires them to be a couple. Can she commit to living her life in isolation on a ranch?

What will it take for her to choose love over the convenience of living in town? Will they survive the trail for her to make that decision?

Western adventure from a Christian worldview awaits you in this book. Get cozy and enjoy the romance.








Tuesday, January 2, 2024

A WAGON TRAIN SUPER HIGHWAY by Marisa Masterson

 



Can anything called rat or mouse be good?

The mouse trail? The mountain pass that was a common part of the Santa Fe Trail in the 1850s and 1860s was called the Raton Pass (Mouse Pass). It was steep and frightening. No wonder it needed a makeover. 

The pass received that makeover in 1865/1866. A man named "Uncle" Dick Wootton paid to have it graded and smoothed. After that, it was up to the travelers to pay to travel on the 1866 version of a super highway.


Wootton built his house by the start of the pass. He put up a gate, turing the Raton Pass into a toll road. (Supposedly, he received permission from the Colorado legislature to do this.)

Wagons and buggies paid $1.50 each. Horsemen were charged twenty-five cents. The native peoples passed the gate for free.

Would this charge be enough to make wagon trains on the Santa Fe trail choose the Cimmaron Pass instead? If the train was large and if the travelers wanted to cut off the extra 100 miles that the Raton Pass added, perhaps it would.

I am building this into my next book as the reason my heroine does not make it to Colorado like she plans. We'll see what she does to find a way to Fort Morgan, Colorado like she needs to.

I am desperate to find my uncle. He has the map. How will I find Pa's buried stash without it?
Two things keep me from traveling on the wagon train that will take me to Fort Collins and to my uncle who is stationed there. The wagon master refuses to take on an unmarried woman with no father. The second is my younger sister.
--from the journal of Patience Mallory

HOW DOES THIS DETERMINED WOMAN BECOME A WIFE HEADED TO ARIZONA INSTEAD OF TO COLORADO?

This is a sweet Christian historical romance. If funny animals and feisty pioneers offend you, I suggest you avoid this book. If you love humorous and inspirational books, this one is for you!

 

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Tuesday, May 3, 2022

GIVE 'IM A GOOD DOSING! by Marisa Masterson

 


Oh, the wisdom of the older generations! Once upon a time, children were given cod liver oil daily. Now fish oil is a huge industry since it contains important nutrition to keep a body healthy.

For those traveling overland on trails during the nineteenth century, common sense and herbal medicine replaced a doctor. Most wagon trains didn't have a physician along so they relied on folk healing.

Stomach complaints were a problem on the trail. Constipation was as common as diarrhea, maybe more so. Dysentery happened when people dug holes along the river bank to find water, perhaps because of droughts. It also struck when people drank alongside of the animals or got brackish water from marshy areas. 

Most any stomach complaint received the same medicine. A bottle of castor oil was a must on the trail. This old-fashioned treatment would push through whatever was causing the problem. At least that's what people believed.

Excerpted from my newest release, Glory--

By twilight, Pa’s face took on a gray cast. Enid shook her head and tsked. “I gave him castor oil. Gettin’ the bad stuff out shoulda made him better. Most people feel sorta weak but relieved in their innards.” Her head shook from side to side. “It’s like whatever took hold of him is mighty powerful.”

Lee erected the tent Arnie Simms used every night. Enid was confident that there was nothing catching inside it. After all, it was only a piece of tarp over a rope. The front and back were open so air moved through it freely. No bad air could be trapped inside it.

He gave the tent a doubtful look after tying off the rope. “It don’t look very comfortable, Glory.”

She shrugged slightly. “It won’t matter. I’ll be inside the wagon with Pa.”

“Oh my!” Enid’s exclamation drew both of them to the end of the wagon. The older woman held up a work-roughened hand. “There’s more’n a stomach upset plaguing ‘im.”

Part of the novel's mystery depends on what has happened to Glory's father. I won't give away whether or not the castor oil treatment works. 

If you'd like to read further about medicine on the overland trails, check out this blog. I used it when I researched for the novel. https://www.legendsofamerica.com/disease-death-overland-trails/.





Tuesday, April 5, 2022

BONNETS OR BURN by Marisa Masterson

 


Glory trudged behind the wagon. Three days out and the walking hadn’t grown easier. Not like some silly man spouted last night at the company meeting. He’d said day three would be less painful on everyone. Something about muscles being used to the exercise.

Well, hers screamed to turn around and walk east. She wanted the home they’d left, rough though it was, and she longed for her mother. Both, of course, were gone.

Perhaps grief made each step harder than the previous. Lifting her feet one after another felt as if she hauled large, heavy stones. She knew deep inside that she needed to fall into the grass with its dry rattle to one side of the trail and rest. Its waving motion in the slight breeze mesmerized her.

She took one step and then another into it. “Where you goin’, Glory?” The voice surprised her. She pushed back the long-brimmed bonnet to see who spoke.

Alfie Severson ran up to her, his young face eager for excitement. “Are you gonna look for sticks? I’m good at findin’ them.”

Bonnets! That was what my wagon-train romance needed! I’d written a whole novel without adding the one thing that no woman would have been without in the 1850s.

My heroine finds herself on the Santa Fe Trail in the late summer. Historically, I knew that 1858 was a year of terrible drought and hot days. Every decent woman wore a bonnet at this time.

But why? Of course, it made sense that a woman out in the sun would cover her head to avoid heat stroke. Wearing the bonnet went beyond that, though, as I found in my research.

Women covered their hair outside or in public. Modesty and Christian teaching demanded this. Glory, my heroine, would never have left her wagon without something on her head.

Still, on the trail some of society’s rules were forgotten or bent. This one, I don’t think, would have been one of them. The bonnet, while hot, kept a woman’s hair cleaner and helped her avoid a sunburned face.

Some prairie bonnets had even longer brims.


The prairie bonnet, as it is called, had a longer brim. Some of the women who traveled the trails would probably have had a shorter brimmed sun bonnet. Those are what my great-grandmother wore.



My grandmother's bonnet had cardboard compartments
that made the brim stiff so it didn't flop onto her face
 as she worked in the garden. This is an example of that.
My family never threw away things. My great-grandmother’s every day bonnets were kept in a closet at my grandfather’s farmhouse. I remember playing with them, not realizing how old they were. Beautiful, simple cotton with cardboard compartments to make the brim less floppy, I can still see them. Each bonnet actually matched a shirtwaist and skirt that was born for every day wear!

With those old family bonnets in mind, I’ve got some rewriting to do. Yes sir, the ladies in my novel are wearing bonnets!






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Dead set on making Pike’s Peak and its goldfields, Glory’s father leaves her little choice but to go. Will they make it leaving so late in the season?


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

FORT UNION NEW MEXICO

Post (c) Angela Raines/Doris McCraw

View of Fort Union looking West/Northwest
Fort Union, in New Mexico, was the terminus of the Santa Fe trail where the Cimarron and Mountain Branch met just north of the fort. From Fort Union is was 75 miles to the town of Santa Fe.

Guardhouse
The first Fort Union was located near the bluffs about three miles from the present location. This fort, built to protect travelers on the Santa Fe Trail and locals from Indian attacks was built in 1851 and abandoned in 1861. The Ninth Military Department soldiers called it "Fort Windy" for the constant winds blowing through the area.
Living Quarters
The second Fort Union was a massive earthwork affair built to defend the Trail from Confederate invaders. This fort, was only in use from 1861-62 after the Confederates were driven from the area.

The third and final fort was a massive affair, built by contractors as opposed to the other sites build by the soldiers themselves, was like a city. This fort was in use from 1863 to 1891 when the railroad service to the area caused its demise.

During the heyday of the third fort, it was the main supply base for the Military Department of New Mexico, supplying the other six forts, Fort Sumner, Fort Crag, Fort Stanton, Fort Seldon, Fort Bayard and Fort Cummings, with their supplies. There was a hospital that not only treated the soldiers and their families, but the residents of the surrounding area along with the travelers along the Santa Fe Trail.
Ruins of the Hospital
The hospital had six wards and over its lifetime had between 10 to 126 beds. It was staffed by two doctors, two stewards, a cook, two nurses and three matrons. In one month they could treat upwards of 425 people, approximately 160 who might need hospitalization. About 40% were civilians who payed 50 cents per day for treatment.

Another interesting fact, the third fort had flagstone walkways throughout the interior, which you will notice in some of the photos.Additionally this fort did not have outside walls.

For further information this link will give you a larger overview:  http://www.legendsofamerica.com/nm-fortunion.html

You can learn even more about the Santa Fe Trail and Fort Union here: http://www.kansasheritage.org/research/sft/ft-union.htm

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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Colorado & The Comanche National Grasslands




Post by Angela Raines

 Comanche Grasslands
The Comanche National Grasslands cover 440,000 acres in Southeast Colorado. No, there are no mountains here, just some amazing history and stark beauty.
More Comanche Grasslands
It's early history goes back to the age of the dinosaur, with some 1,300 visible dinosaur tracks, according to National Park website. Most are in Picket Wire canyon, accessible via a long walk, or special jeep tours. There is also native rock art from about 1,500 years ago.
Image from www.visitlajunta.net
The Grasslands are also part of the Mountain Branch of the Santa Fe trail. Bents Old Fort is nearby just outside of present day La Junta. Hiking the grasslands you can find abandon homesteads and stage stops.

Vogel Canyon

Another View of Vogel Canyon
Vogel Canyon has two springs, and is a tributary of the Purgatorie River. Called by many of the old times by the name of Picketwire. Nearby is the coach road developed in the 1870's by the Barlow & Sanderson Mail and Stage Line as a spur off the Santa Fe trail. Tracks can still be seen to this day.

Tracks from the Stage Line
La Junta, the county seat of Otero county is home to a small, but fascinating museum. They have a nine passenger stagecoach, buckskin clothing worn by Kit Carson and a huge display of mustache cups.

Old Stagecoach 
A day spent hiking the grasslands, followed by a tour of the museum is a day well spent. So you see, Colorado is not just home to fifty-four mountain peaks over 14,000'. Colorado is a state full of history, land, and people to spark a writers imagination.

Mustache Curling Iron and Cups
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