Montana Ghost Story: The Haunting of Red Mike

By Bennett Owen

He was quiet and contemplative, a chain smoker, a full blooded Crow Indian, leathery, skinny, almost gaunt…a WW2 Vet who’d  ‘been in the thick of it.’ Impeccably polite, a ranch hand with a voracious appetite for work, a teetotaler who’d gotten there the hard way.  We called him ‘Red Mike.’  

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We were friends of a sort. I was seven. Red Mike was ageless and the deal was that if I’d supply him with grasshoppers, he’d go down to the creek of an evening and bring home brook trout for breakfast.  A natural storyteller, Red Mike’s tales always began, “when I was your age…” then on he’d go, about growing up in a Tipi on the Crow Agency, sleeping on Buffalo hides, eating gophers baked in hot coals, the Medicine Men summoning spirits. I was always fascinated, sometimes skeptical but never frightened.  Until that night.

‘Weather’ was brewing. A late summer wind was swirling, the sunset a hideous mural of violet and scarlet.   And as I made my nightly delivery of insects, rounding out back of the barn, I felt my first moment of quiet, irrational dread.  A glance over my shoulder.  The ranch house wasn’t more than a quarter-mile away.  “He’ll think you’re a scaredy cat,” was a boy’s reasoning. And so I continued, though every ounce of instinct told me that the silhouette waiting out there on the bluff was not Red Mike.   

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And yet it was, though a side of him I’d never seen before.

“Now hear me out and be warned,” he said. The words were a deep croak. “Take your Rosary to bed with you. Cover yourself tightly and don’t move a muscle.  Wait ‘til you hear the war drums for that means you are safe. And now listen to my story,” and this is what he told me:

“I was back from boot camp, driving an old jalopy out of St. Xavier to visit my girl in Prior, heading west right into the setting sun.  There was something freakish in the air, just like tonight, something sinister. But I was too stupid to take note. On I drove, nothing but dust and desert and lots and lots of nothing. 

“When I saw him standing on the roadside my instinct was to keep on driving, but I stopped of course…do unto others… He got in and as we drove I made small talk but received no answer and within two miles, a smell permeated my old pickup that I can only describe as evil. I looked over. And what stared back at me had slits for eyes like a goat and hooves instead of feet.  It smiled and gurgled and I braked so hard I almost flew through the windshield.

“I said to the thing, ‘By the power of the Holy Spirit, I command you to get from me!’  The thing hissed and retreated, replying, ‘it’s too late for that…’

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“As it left my truck I hit the gas and sped away. I could see it in the rear view mirror, running after me and I floored it, leaving the specter in the dust. Finally I could see it no more.  My escape complete I concentrated on the road and gathering darkness ahead giving silent thanks…even as I glanced to the side…and saw the thing, running next to me, smiling, hissing. There was a bar in Prior. I never met up with my girl.”

And then Red Mike said to me, “Remember my warning. Now run.”   And I ran.  I ran to the house and up the stairs to my bed and pulled the covers tight. And waited. And late at night the drumbeats came as the first boom of thunder echoed off Bald Mountain.

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The Ride of Her Life - Fanny Sperry Steele

By Bennett Owen

If there are no horses in heaven, I don’t want to go there. -- Fanny Sperry Steele

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She was a stunning beauty with long braided hair, a warm and engaging personality…and an iron will…make that Steele. And when that fanny sat in the saddle, it was by God gonna’ stay put.  By age 25 Fanny Sperry had already made a name for herself throughout the west but it was her performance at the inaugural Calgary Stampede in 1912 that cemented her standing as a western legend, riding ‘Red Wing,’ a hellacious bucking bronc that had stomped a cowboy to death just four days earlier.   

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Here’s a description of the ride, courtesy WILD WEST Magazine:

Red Wing came straight out of the chute standing on his hind legs. He bucked…hard! He sidestepped, circled, head down, head up. The crowd exploded as they watched Sperry's waist-long black braid flounce up and down to the rhythm of the horse under her. She heard the 10-second whistle blow and jumped to the ground. She knew this magnificent sorrel had given her the ride of her life. 'GIVE THE LITTLE LADY A NIIICE HAND!' said the announcer.

A hand and a $1,000 dollar paycheck, a custom saddle and a gold belt buckle. In all, a pretty decent payday considering that ride lives on as one of the best in rodeo history.

Fanny Sperry was born in 1887 at the base of Sleeping Giant Mountain near Helena, Montana.   Her mother, Rachel, taught all five children to “ride as soon as they could walk” and as a child, Fanny and her brother made sport of rounding up the wild pintos in the surrounding foothills and then riding the roughest ones.  By age 15 she was performing in ‘Horse Shows,’ the precursor to the rodeo. 

In 1913 she met and married Bill Steele, a champion rider and rodeo clown and they spent their honeymoon…rodeo-ing, with Sperry Steele riding as many as 14 broncs in a single weekend and earning a reputation of ‘gluing herself to the saddle.’

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The young couple started up a Wild West show, touring with Buffalo Bill Cody.

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In addition to her horse and bull riding skills, Sperry Steele was a steel-eyed marksman who would shoot the ashes from her husband’s cigar.

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She also became a fashion icon for her ‘divided’ skirts with a front panel that allowed her to ride astride and keep a ladylike appearance…always a consideration, especially when ‘sticking to the saddle like a cocklebur’ atop the infamous “Midnight” in Madison Square Garden.

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The Steeles eventually went into ranching near Lincoln, Montana.

Widowed by 1940 she kept the ranch by herself for nearly 30 years, breaking horses, and saddle guiding hunters into rough country.  In 1975 at nearly 90 years of age Fanny Sperry Steele became one of the first three women inducted into the Rodeo Hall of Fame.  And as she edged toward the century mark, Steele summed up her life thusly:   “…to the cowboys I used to know, to the bronc busters that rode beside me, to the horses beneath me, I take off my hat. I wouldn’t have missed one minute of it.”   Now that’s one heck of a ride.

The Empire Builder – How To Run A Railroad

By Bennett Owen

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“So I logged onto the Amtrak website. My computer not only crashed, it rolled down an embankment…”

- Jay Leno

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It is the only stone arch bridge spanning the Mississippi river, an enduring monument to the vision of railway tycoon James J. Hill. Minneapolis, Minnesota was the terminus of the Great Northern…at its zenith, a 27-hundred mile network connecting the central plains with the Pacific Northwest…the “top of the continent” as Hill described it.

A Canadian by birth, Hill exemplified the American dream, going to work as a young boy, helping to support his family on four dollars a month. By age 25 he was a partner in his first railroad, the St. Paul and Pacific with a single line that stretched a grand total of 10 miles. By the time he turned 50 in 1889, Hill was one of America’s richest men, with river shipping lines and the Great Northern Railway network stretching to the Puget Sound.  He became known as the Empire Builder. A remarkable businessman, Hill was also ruthless when the need arose, as this popular 19^th century ditty attests:

“Twixt Hill and Hell, there is just one letter.
 Were Hill in Hell, we’d feel much better.”

Shouldn’t  “Burma Shave” come at the end of that? 

In 1891 the railroad magnate completed the largest residence in Minnesota, the magnificent James J. Hill House. It’s still a St. Paul landmark.

But one of Hill’s greatest visionary feats was recognizing the tourist potential of what would become Glacier National Park. His idea was to capitalize on the wealthy travelers who normally visited Europe and lure them to Glacier, riding on his railroad.  His ‘See America First’ campaign spawned a chain of hotels, chalets, boat launches and roads as Hill created his ‘Playground of the Northwest.’  The Many Glacier Hotel opened in 1915, just a year before Hill’s death. In 1927 his son unveiled the Prince of Wales Hotel just across the border.

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That was the great era of luxury train travel and I will readily admit to a 21^st century nostalgia born of beautiful ads like this one:

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And this one:

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During the war years the park facilities were closed down and the Great Northern let its mascot, Rocky break the news:

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Once the war was over, the Rocky returned with happier tidings:

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Even the best-run railway couldn’t stall the takeoff of commercial aviation the relatively rapid demise of train travel in America. Nevertheless, as Jay Leno points out, we still have Amtrak.

For more information please visit the Great Northern Railway website.

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Back to School Part Two – Putting One-room Schools to the Test

By Bennett Owen

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I don’t know about their self-esteem but it appears the rural eighth graders ‘back in the day’ actually knew a thing or two when they left those creaky clapboard temples of learning. For a truly humbling experience, check out this document that purports to be the eighth-grade final exam from 1895 in Salina, Kansas.

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The actual exam is extensive but for brevity’s sake I’ve provided a quick overview along with some helpful hints:

Grammar:
Write a composition of about 150 words and show therein that you understand the practical use of the rules of grammar.  – I fail that with every post at My-West.

Arithmetic:
Find the interest of $512.60 for 8 months and 18 days at 7 percent. - I find absolutely no interest in that.

US History: 
Give the epochs into which US History is divided.  – That’s easy. The pre and post wireless Internet eras.

Orthography:  (yes, I had to look it up too!)
What are the following and give examples of each: Trigraph, subvocals, diphthong, cognate letters, linguals?  - I think a diphthong is something Lady Gaga wears.

Geography:
Describe the movements of the earth. -  That’s what happened the first time I kissed Rita Grand.

Health:
Where are saliva, gastric juice and bile secreted?  -  Hey, let’s keep Washington, DC out of this.

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At any rate, here are some people who most likely could have passed that test with flying colors:

Herbert Hoover  - the first US president born west of the Mississippi, Hoover attended a one-room schoolhouse in West Branch, Iowa – He spent much of his youth with his pioneer uncle in Newberg, Oregon.

Laura Ingalls Wilder – Attended a one-room school in De Smet, South Dakota, the basis for her Little House on the Prairie books.  She also taught at one-room schools beginning at age 17.

Grant Wood – One of America’s best-known painters taught at a one-room school in Iowa in the early 1900s.

Clifford E. Paine – designer and engineer of the Golden Gate Bridge attended Peachbelt School in southwest Michigan.

The Graduates of the “One-Armed School” – The wives of atomic scientists transported to remote Los Alamos, New Mexico in the early 1940s, started up a one-room school in a log cabin for their kids.  Early estimates put the pupils’ average IQ at 150.  The local joke was that anybody who couldn’t make the grade at school could always qualify for a job at Los Alamos labs.

And finally, if a kid has to go to school, it really should be in places like these:

6. Mesa Schoolhouse, Steamboat Springs, Colorado.

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5. The Old Schoolhouse, Jefferson, Colorado – Built around 1901

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4. Schoolhouse with the Hearst Castle in the Background.

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2. Grafton Schoolhouse, near Zion Park, Utah – One of the most photographed structures in the western US.

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1. Calf-A, Dell, Montana – Originally built as a schoolhouse in 1903, it is now a café with some of the best pies in the western United States.

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Send us your one-room school photos and anecdotes!

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Back to School Part Two – Putting One-room Schools to the Test