Showing posts with label cattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cattle. Show all posts

11 May 2010

Disasters: The Great Die-Up

By Jacquie Rogers

When we think of the Old West, we think of cowboys, cattle drives, open range, and wild times. And, from 1865 to 1886, this would be an accurate description. Then came the Great Die-Up, which many call the end of the Old West and the beginning of a different way of life. So what happened?

The demand for beef had grown steadily and remained strong through the 1870s and early 1880s. Ranchers bred more cattle, and they bred for more weight and meat rather than hardiness. That meant the herds were larger than ever before. And hungrier.

Farmers moved in by the droves and strung barbed wire around their homesteads, leaving less and less land for grazing. Sheep herders brought their flocks, and sheep rip the grass out by its roots, leaving no food for cattle. And then the drought hit during the summer of 1886.

By the fall of 1886, range land in the north (the Dakotas, Montana, and Wyoming) was greatly diminished in size by encroachments, the grass had been over-grazed for a couple years, and the drought killed what grass there was left.

The winters of the previous decade had been uncommonly mild, but the ranchers didn't know that--only the Native Americans and the mountain men had any experience with the frontier. The cattle had wintered well without extra feed, and subsequently the ranchers quit stockpiling feed, which was quite an expensive endeavor.

So when the snows hit, and it snowed nearly every day in November of 1886, the cattle had to use their hooves to dig through the snow to uncover what meager grasses they could find. The already thin animals grew weak from hunger. The cattle that managed to live through the brutal months of November and December were greeted by a warm Chinook in January that melted the top layer of snow. Cattlemen who'd been standing by helplessly, with no feed in reserve, while their cows died by the dozens, thought they'd make it through the rest of the winter with their herds in fairly decent shape, or at least alive.

Then the temperatures dropped to -50F and under causing a layer of ice to freeze solid over the snow beneath.
It was all so slow, plunging after them through the deep snow that way. The horses' feet were cut and bleeding from the heavy crust, and the cattle had the hair and hide wore off their legs to the knees and hocks. It was surely hell to see big four-year-old steers just able to stagger along. ~Teddy Blue Abbott
After the cattle had pawed down to the bare earth, seldom did they find anything to eat. Livestock invaded the outskirts of towns, eating whatever shrubs and bushes they could find. More snow came, more animals died, and despair spread over the land.

When warmer weather finally melted the snow and thawed the earth, rotting carcasses were scattered all over the landscape. Dead animals fouled the creeks and streams. Over 50% of all the cattle alive in October, 1886, were dead by April, 1887--probably about a million animals. Many ranchers went bankrupt, and the rest struggled to hang on.

So ended the days of open range and a whole way of life. Ranchers fenced off vast acreages to grow hay and grain for their remaining herds. Itinerant cowboys had to find other work, or settle for being a ranch hand. More farmers moved in, bringing their wives, children, merchants, churches, and schools. Railroads built more tracks and provided service to more outlying areas.

Thus, the modern West was born. And so it is today.

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16 March 2009

Food & Drink: Dear Dairy

By Anna C. Bowling

Dear Dairy...

No, that is not referring to the way I started my first diary entries in my misspelled youth. While writing my current release, ORPHANS IN THE STORM, I had my English characters in Dutch exile, renting a house that shared land with an old dairy farm. This reminded me of one inescapable fact of the historical writer's job: a working if rudimentary knowledge of how dairy products worked in centuries past. My characters are going to need milk, butter and cheese as well as meat and leather. If I'm writing historical, I need to know my way around a cow.

My first historical, MY OUTCAST HEART, set in colonial New York, included a recalcitrant bovine. ORPHANS IN THE STORM has the old dairy, and a secondary character who projects his dislike of exile onto the cows. (Don't worry, no animals were harmed in the writing of this novel.) In my current time travel manuscript, my sixteenth century Scottish hero comes from a family that raises, you guessed it, cattle. The hero of the historical I'm currently in the pre-writing stages of (Regency era, but still unusual) has done military service in India, where cows are sacred.

Thankfully, I have a primary research source close at hand. Young adult historical author M. P. Barker is a friend, critique partner, and former historical interpreter at Old Sturbridge Village. Her expertise saved me from several fictional dairy related blunders such as:

** A colonial character denting the milk bucket by giving it a good, solid kick. This wouldn't work, as the bucket would be wood. Knock it over, sure, but dent? Nope.

** Characters who have apparently mastered either time or transdimensional travel in order to separate the cream from the milk at a physically impossible rate.

** A character approaching the cow from such a direction and grasping the udders in such a way that she would be more likely to get a kick in the head than the morning's milk. Having one's heroine bleed out in chapter two does not make for a compelling romance.

My husband, a food service professional, has always maintained that it's important to respect the animals we get our food from (or plants, for the non-carnivores), and the importance of the cow to the daily lives of my characters, no matter their class or status, has certainly reminded me of that. Even so, I do have notes for a turn of the century story where the hero finds work in the Chicago stockyards. Maybe I'm not ready to get that close a view of the food chain just yet.

Photo by Neil Hoskins.

14 August 2008

Weapons and Armies: 13 Weapons that Won the West

By Jacquie Rogers

Not all weapons that won the Old West for the East Coast immigrants were firearms. Technology won the west. And yes, firearms were an important part of it. Here are thirteen technological weapons without which settling the West would have been much more difficult.

1. Communications (Pony Express, then the telegraph)
2. Barbed wire
3. Stagecoach and freight system
4. The Homestead Act
5. Transcontinental Railroad
6. Square-set timbering (deep mine structure)
7. Colt Peacemaker
8. Henry Repeating Rifle
9. Deringer Handgun
10. Gatling Gun
11. Sharps Rifles (buffalo guns, 50-90 calibre)
12. Model 1873 Winchester Rifle

And the ultimate weapon the won the west:
13. Harvey Girls

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10 December 2007

Holidays & Celebrations:
Winter Festivities in the Old West

By Jacquie Rogers

Yule Brings Celebration For All

The snow blows nearly sideways as it blankets the range. Ranch hands hunker down in their saddles, scarves over their ears and their Stetsons protecting them from the fierce wind. They dream of a warm fire and hot buttered rum. But they have livestock to save from freezing and starvation, so they ride on.

It's Christmas on the open range. Miserable for man and beast. But it isn't just another day at the office, so to speak. They whittle gifts for one another, sing a few carols as they sit around the campfire warming their hands and feet. Cook gives them a hot meal--the finest beans with maybe some meat thrown in. And with a little luck, Cook would bake an apple pie. Life couldn't be better and they thank their lucky stars for a sound horse and solid tack.

(Yes, I know these cattle are a modern breed and very fat, but it's the only picture I could find.)

Chanukkah in the mines

It's the 1860's in Silver City, Idaho. The Festival of Lights has been celebrated in the West since the beginning of frontier settlement, but not like their counterparts back East who have a warm and dry place to worship with their families. A menorah can be lit anywhere, and the Jewish silver miners do just that. They pray, play a little dreidel, and think a lot of home.

The picture to the left is the oldest continuously used synagogue west of the Mississippi. It's located in Boise, Idaho, and was built in 1896 by the Beth Israel congregation, now called the Ahavath Beth Israel congregation. Very beautiful.

Christmas on the farm

Everyone has chores to do every day. Cows needs milked, livestock needs watered and fed, eggs need gathered, and the barnyard needs to be tidied (to use a gentile term). So after the chores are done, the family can gather together and celebrate Christmas with what meager resources they have. If they don't have evergreen trees to spare, they might decorate a sagebrush with popcorn and berries. They make ornaments with precious bits of paper and scraps of cloth. Peach tins make nice ornaments, too, and they shine in the firelight.

1876 Christmas, Harper's Weekly

Their celebration might be more humble than those in the eastern cities, but they have a grand time, nevertheless. The women cook for days. They're resourceful and whatever they have available will do for a fine pie or stew. The Christmas feast could consist of chicken, venison, or maybe a ham, along with homemade rolls, freshly churned butter, potatoes and gravy, and pies--maybe one made with dried apples and a vinegar pie. Each family member has made modest gifts for the others and even the smallest child has labored over precious gifts--maybe a drawing or a doll made of sticks. They sing carols, maybe read the Bible, and if they're close enough to town, maybe even go to church.

For most Christian families, Christmas is a day for family togetherness and to show their love and appreciation for one another, as well as celebrating the religious aspect of the holy day.

Christmas for Outlaws, Gunslingers, and Cyprians

The saloon owner brings small gifts for the working ladies, the bartender, the resident gambler, and a few of the regulars. A few cowpunchers bring gifts for their favorite girl. They might have a nice meal together before they open for business, and even then, the customers are few. It's one night they can relax.

Happy Holidays to Everyone!

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