Martha Jane "Calamity Jane" Cannary


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NAME: Martha Jane "Calamity Jane" Cannary Burke

DATE OF BIRTH: May 1, 1852

PLACE OF BIRTH: Princeton, Missouri

FAMILY BACKGROUND: Martha (or Marthy) Jane Cannary was the oldest of six children, having two brothers and three sisters, born to Robert and Charlotte Cannary. Both of her parents were born in Ohio. In 1865, the family emigrated over five months with a wagon train from Missouri to Virginia City, Montana. Her mother died along the way in Black Foot, Montana, in 1866. Shortly after arriving in Virginia City, the family left in the spring of 1866 for Utah, arriving at Salt Lake City in the summer. They remained there a year, until her father died in 1867. As the oldest child, Martha Jane took over as head of the family and took them to Fort Bridger, Wyoming Territory, arriving in May 1868. From there, they traveled to Piedmont, Wyoming, on the Union Pacific Railroad.

EDUCATION:  In the frontier country she grew up in, Martha Jane likely received little or no formal education.

ACCOMPLISHMENTS:  Martha Jane set herself apart from other women in that she could work and socialize with hard and tough frontiersmen:  from digging for gold, drinking in bars, cussing and dressing like a man, she was mostly accepted by them. 

As a young child, she loved adventure and the outdoors and became an expert rider at a young age. On her family's emigration trip, while 13 years old, Martha Jane apparently could already "cuss as fiercely as any man" and had "learned to like the taste of whiskey," writes biographer Doris Faber. As Martha Jane wrote in her brief autobiography in 1896:

"While on the way, the greater portion of my time was spent in hunting along with the men and hunters of the party; in fact, I was at all times with the men when there was excitement and adventures to be had. By the time we reached Virginia City, I was considered a remarkable good shot and a fearless rider for a girl of my age. I remember many occurrences on the journey from Missouri to Montana. Many times in crossing the mountains, the conditions of the trail were so bad that we frequently had to lower the wagons over ledges by hand with ropes, for they were so rough and rugged that horses were of no use.

"We also had many exciting times fording streams, for many of the streams in our way were noted for quicksands and boggy places, where, unless we were very careful, we would have lost horses and all. Then we had many dangers to encounter in the way of streams swelling on account of heavy rains. On occasions of that kind, the men would usually select the best places to cross the streams; myself, on more than one occasion, have mounted my pony and swam across the stream several times merely to amuse myself, and have had many narrow escapes from having both myself and pony washed away to certain death, but, as the pioneers of those days had plenty of courage, we overcame all obstacles and reached Virginia City in safety."

Martha Jane's mother helped supplement the family income by taking in washing from nearby mining camps. She died from an ailment called "washtub pneumonia." After both parents had passed away, she went to Wyoming Territory: first to Fort Bridger, arriving May 1, 1868; then to Piedmont by the Union Pacific Railroad (which was still being built). According to some observers at that time, Martha Jane attracted some attention -- described by one as "extremely attractive" and another as a "pretty, dark-eyed girl."

Next she went to Fort Russell in 1870 where, she says, she joined General George Custer as a scout and went to Arizona "for the Indian Campaign." (With the West still vastly wild territory, white settlers and Native Americans were often having conflicts, so U.S. soldiers were sent to subdue the tribes, using scouts who knew the terrain.) However, no evidence exists that Custer was ever at Fort Russell; another source states it is more likely that she served with General George Crook, who was stationed at Fort Fetterman, Wyoming. It was here she began dressing like a man, writing:

"Up to this time, I had always worn the costume of my sex. When I joined Custer, I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first, but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes."

Stories have arisen that Martha Jane was attempting to disguise her gender and was found out on occasion. With the work she did with the army, the uniform would have been necessary not only to best perform her duties, but also to be accepted. One rumor does state that, while driving in a wagon train, "her sex was discovered," writes biographer Roberta Sollid, "when the wagon-master noted she did not cuss her mules with the enthusiasm to be expected from a graduate of Patrick and Saulsbury's Black Hills Stage line, as she had represented herself to be."

While in Arizona, in the winter of 1871, Martha Jane was having "a great many adventures with the Indians, for as a scout I had a great many dangerous missions to perform and, while I was in many close places, always succeeded in getting away safely, for by this time I was considered the most reckless and daring rider and one of the best shots in the western country."

After that campaign, Martha Jane returned to Fort Sanders, Wyoming, remaining until the spring of 1872, "when we were ordered out to the Muscle Shell or Nursey Pursey Indian outbreak." Generals Custer, Miles, Terry and Crook were all engaged in this campaign, which lasted until the fall of 1873. It was during this campaign, at the age of 20, that she says she obtained her nickname:

"It was on Goose Creek, Wyoming, where the town of Sheridan is now located. Captain Egan was in command of the Post. We were ordered out to quell an uprising of the Indians, and were out for several days, had numerous skirmishes during which six of the soldiers were killed and several severely wounded. When on returning to the Post, we were ambushed about a mile and a half from our destination. When fired upon, Captain Egan was shot. I was riding in advance and, on hearing the firing, turned in my saddle and saw the Captain reeling in his saddle as though about to fall. I turned my horse and galloped back with all haste to his side and got there in time to catch him as he was falling. I lifted him onto my horse in front of me and succeeded in getting him safely to the Fort. Captain Egan, on recovering, laughingly said: 'I name you Calamity Jane, the heroine of the plains.' I have borne that name up to the present time."

Not everyone, even back then, accepts Jane's version of how her nickname began. One old-timer said, "If she sat on a fence rail, it would rare up and buck her off." The St. Paul Dispatch wrote: "She got her name from a faculty she has had of producing a ruction at any time and place and on short notice." Apparently, around this time, she met William Cody, later known as "Buffalo Bill."

After that campaign, the regiment was ordered to Fort Custer, where Custer city is now, arriving in the spring of 1874. They stayed there until returning to Fort Russell that fall. The next spring, they were ordered to the Black Hills in the South Dakota Territory to protect miners and settlers. They stayed there until fall of 1875 and spent the winter at Fort Laramie. The next spring, they were ordered to the Big Horn River along with General Crook, to join Generals Miles, Terry and Custer again. During this march to the Big Horn, Jane swam the Platte River at Fort Fetterman bearing "important dispatches." It was a 90-mile ride, both wet and cold, and she became severely ill.

After recuperating at Fort Fetterman for two weeks, she rode to Fort Laramie, where she met James Butler "Wild Bill" Hickok. Together, with Colorado Charles Otter, his brother Steve, and Kittie Arnold, they rode to Deadwood, South Dakota, arriving "about June" 1876. The Black Hills Pioneer reported "Calamity Jane has arrived."

"During the month of June, I acted as a pony express rider carrying the U.S. mail between Deadwood and Custer, a distance of fifty miles, over one of the roughest trails in the Black Hills country. As many of the riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting mail and money between these points. It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark. I made the round trip every two days which was considered pretty good riding in that country. Remained around Deadwood all that summer visiting all the camps within an area of one hundred miles. My friend, Wild Bill, remained in Deadwood during the summer with the exception of occasional visits to the camps."

Legend states that she and Wild Bill were involved during the gold mining years in Deadwood; however, there is no evidence supporting this theory, although it seems she wanted a relationship with him but he did not feel the same. Hickok had just married Agnes Lake Thatcher of Cheyenne, Wyoming, in March of that same year, and was writing letters home to her in Ohio. He was trying to make quick money in the boomtown, not by gold mining but by gambling -- and it proved to be his downfall.

"On the 2nd of August, while setting at a gambling table in the Bell Union saloon, in Deadwood, he was shot in the back of the head by the notorious Jack McCall, a desperado. I was in Deadwood at the time and, on hearing of the killing, made my way at once to the scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed by McCall. I at once started to look for the assassian and found him at Shurdy's butcher shop and grabbed a meat cleaver and made him throw up his hands; through the excitement on hearing of Bill's death, having left my weapons on the post of my bed. He was then taken to a log cabin and locked up, well secured as every one thought, but he got away and was afterwards caught at Fagan's ranch on Horse Creek, on the old Cheyenne road and was then taken to Yankton, Dak., where he was tried, sentenced and hung."

Jane remained in the Deadwood area locating claims and going from camp to camp. One morning in the spring of 1877, she rode toward Crook city. She had gone about 12 miles out when she met the overland mail running from Cheyenne to Deadwood:

"Upon looking closely I saw they were pursued by Indians. The horses ran to the barn as was their custom. As the horses stopped I rode along side of the coach and found the driver John Slaughter, lying face downwards in the boot of the stage, he having been shot by the Indians. When the stage got to the station the Indians hid in the bushes. I immediately removed all baggage from the coach except the mail. I then took the driver's seat and with all haste drove to Deadwood, carrying six passengers and the dead driver."

In 1878, a smallpox epidemic hit Deadwood. Eight men were quarantined in a little shack in the mountain area called "White Rocks." According to Dora DeFran, a notorious madam of brothels in the Black Hills, Jane volunteered to care for them -- with only epsom salts and cream of tartar. Three of the men died and, as she buried them, she recited the prayer "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep." DeFran wrote that "her good nursing brought five of these men out of the shadow of death, and many more later on, before the disease died out." Interestingly, Jane wrote nothing of this in her memoirs.

Shortly afterwards, Jane wrote that she left Deadwood and went to Bear Butte Creek with the Seventh Cavalry. They built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis that fall and winter. The next year, she went to Rapid city and spent a year prospecting for gold. After that, she went to Fort Pierre, driving wagon trains from Rapid city to the fort, and from Fort Pierce to Sturgis. "This teaming was done with oxen as they were better fitted for the work than horses, owing to the rough nature of the country," she wrote. Apparently she was so good at this driving, one observer wrote, that she bet she could "knock a fly off an ox's ear with a sixteen-foot whip-lash three times out of five."

As far as Jane's ability with a gun is concerned, she did wear them and was apparently quite familiar and skilled with them. No evidence exists that she ever ruthlessly killed anyone. According to biographer Robert Bolt: "On one occasion, reported in the [Bozeman, Montana Avant Courier], the cowboys in a saloon in Oakes, North Dakota, began to 'chaff' her. Cannary smiled, whipped out two revolvers, shouting, 'Dance, you tenderfeet, dance.' Dance they did 'with much vigor.' 'Calamity Jane was not a person to be trifled with,' concluded the Bozeman newspaper."

In another account, O.W. Coursey's Beautiful Black Hills, Jane was travelling with a pack train carrying army supplies when a mule went down and the driver "kicked it viciously with his heavy army boots and abused it mercilessly." Jane said, "Don't you kick that mule again." The driver knocked her hat off with his whip, to which she pulled her revolver "quicker than a flash," ordering the driver to "put that hat where you got it." Coursey added that, "Judging by the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice, he promptly obeyed."

In 1881, Jane went to Wyoming; returning to Miles city in 1882 and starting a ranch on "the Yellow Stone" raising stock and cattle. She also kept "a way side inn, where the weary traveler could be accommodated with food, drink, or trouble if he looked for it." She left that in 1883, travelling west and reaching Ogden, California, in late 1883, then San Francisco in 1884. That summer, she left for Texas, reaching El Paso in the fall.

"While in El Paso, I met Mr. Clinton Burk, a native of Texas, who I married in August 1885 [at 33 years old]. As I thought I had travelled through life long enough alone and thought it was about time to take a partner for the rest of my days. We remained in Texas leading a quiet home life until 1889. On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a baby girl, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother."

Biographers tend to think Jane's marriage occurred sometime in the 1890s; one source dates it at September 25, 1891. While she did not write of any other men, or children, evidence exists that she was involved with a Robert Dorsett in the 1880s. And a court record from November 1888 states that "Charles Townley, an unmarried man, and Jane Doe, alias Calamity Jane, an unmarried woman, [did at times] unlawfully bed, cohabit and live together ... without being then and there married." Apparently she also had relationships with a Wyoming rancher named King and a William Steers. Nothing more is written anywhere of her baby girl, or her name, even in Jane's memoirs. (Although one woman, Jane McCormick, claimed to be her daughter, but this claim is questionable.) Jane continued her autobiography:

"When we left Texas we went to Boulder, Colorado, where we kept a hotel until 1893, after which we travelled through Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, then back to Montana, then to Dakota, arriving in Deadwood October 9th, 1895, after an absence of seventeen years.

"My arrival in Deadwood after an absence of so many years created quite an excitement among my many friends of the past, to such an extent that a vast number of the citizens who had come to Deadwood during my absence, who had heard so much of Calamity Jane and her many adventures in former years, were anxious to see me. Among the many whom I met were several gentlemen from eastern cities who advised me to allow myself to be placed before the public in such a manner as to give the people of the eastern cities an opportunity of seeing the Woman Scout who was made so famous through her daring career in the West and Black Hill countries. ... My first engagement began at the Palace Museum, Minneapolis, January 20th, 1896, under Kohl and Middleton's management."

At the Palace Museum, Jane was billed as the "famous woman scout of the Wild West," the "heroine of a thousand thrilling adventures," "the Terror of evildoers in the Black Hills," and "the comrade of Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill Hickok." No one knows how many appearances she made, or if she appeared anywhere but in Minneapolis. One biographer figured she was most likely unable to stay sober or restrain herself to management's restrictions. (Reportedly, she had sworn never to go to bed with "a nickel in her pocket or sober." Other sources say she toured with Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show until her drinking and subsequent fighting led to her being fired in 1901.

In 1901, Jane did appear at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York. She was also selling copies of her pamphlet autobiography. Apparently her drinking got her into trouble with the police there and Buffalo Bill had to loan her money to get back home. He later said: "I expect she was no more tired of Buffalo than the Buffalo police were of her, for her sorrows seemed to need a good deal of drowning."

Now 51 years old, Jane returned to Deadwood, visiting Wild Bill's grave in Mt. Moriah Cemetery, and even posing for a picture there. In July, she travelled to Terry, South Dakota, a small mining town, and stayed in the Calloway Hotel, where several old friends visited her. On August 1, 1903, at 5:00 p.m. she died. She had requested her funeral to be conducted by the Black Hills Pioneer Society, and supposedly said, "Bury me beside Wild Bill -- the only man I ever loved." And so she was.

DATE OF DEATH: August 1, 1903

PLACE OF DEATH: Terry, So. Dakota

SFJ Auction & Swap News

April 13-16, 2011 Jefferson County Fairgrounds, Madras, Oregon

When I was a little boy I used to love the background elements of stories, the weather, the minor characters, the kid sisters, the escaped pig, the smell of lightning, the colored flags waving, the hecklers and hawkers trying to distract the love-struck kid, the look of grapefruits carefully stacked into pyramids and most of all the market days. You know, like the one Jack went to to sell the family cow in Jack and the Beanstalk, or those lavish Arabian street markets that Sinbad darted through, or those wild high plains rendevous’ where mountain men and Sioux met to trade goods. Theater, it was all theater – and urgency – and reunion – and celebration. I wasn’t more than ten when I imagined what fun it would be to try to organize such things. And then I grew up and stumbled on to auctions. Scary stuff, but frequently a good kind of scary. Everybody watching as you timidly raise your hand committing to pay some dollar amount BUT only if you are the last one to raise a hand. And did that mean you won or lost? Could be either; had to wonder if the person or people you were bidding against knew something you didn’t. “Has the horse moonblindness? Or is that plow beam bent?” Ah… but in the moment it was such grand fun mixed with serious business. Wouldn’t it be fine to discover an auction where the management actually tried to do the business end honestly? With the passage of time I came to find myself actually organizing an auction. And I was able, because I was in charge, to fill in around the edges.

Right from the beginning. the concept was to do an event that was one part auction, one part education, one part theater, one part street market, and one part reunion. And that’s just exactly what’s occurred. I can say without reservation that we are very proud of the event. It has evolved and matured to become a thing unto itself. Thirty some odd years worth.

So why on earth would we decide to change it now? Because we want it to swell, we want it to give off more music, we want it to become even more relevant to the regulars, we want it to attract more newcomers, we want it to swirl its long multi-colored skirt of market and theater and auction and education ‘til everyone it touches bursts from the shear useful pleasure of it all. So here’s what we’ve set out to do for 2010.

Dates

April 13th through the 16th, 2011. Yep, that’s four days instead of three and every one full of stuff to do and see.

Location

Yes, we are most definitely sticking with the Jefferson County Fairgrounds, in Madras, a lovely small town plopped down dead center of a vibrant farming region in Central Oregon. We were treated like royalty the last two years and the overtures have continued for this next one as well.

If you weren’t with us last round, this is an old-timey fairgrounds with a big enclosed arena, several typical agricultural buildings, nice grass all over, ample livestock pens and lots of parking. A very welcome feature for campers were the showers. It also features an extra nice full-hook-up RV park that got filled really early last year.

What’s To Be Included

As of press time we have decided on a schedule for those four days. But we reserve the option to subtract only if we have to; and to ADD as the whim and opportunities present themselves. But as of today, 3-22-2011, we have scheduled 23 different FREE workshops and Clinics spread out over four days. They are scheduled on the posting named SMALL FARM TRADE FAIR on this site. But for the general schedule here’s what we’ve got penciled in.

Wednesday the 13th is to be the final check-in day for EVERYTHING slated for auction (cut-off time is 8 pm sharp!).

ALSO on Wednesday we will be offering the 2nd annual Jethro Tull draft horse and mule plowing competition!!!

AND  Horsedrawn Field Trials for new and restored implements, many of which will be sold on Friday in the auction. We have land just north of the fairground’ outside arenas. The number of plots will be limited, so a shot at the contest will be first-come first-served. Men, women and children will all plow against one another in just two classes; walking and sulky plow. No big hitches this year. We are fortunate to have John Erskine and Doug Hammill as our judges this year.  We are definitely looking for volunteer help to pull off this important addition to the event. Stalls will be available to stable the contestant animals so folks can stay for the sale. All day Wednesday (and each day) will be swap meet and trade fair peppered with demonstrations, clinics and meetings.

Our horse market fair is a new addition this year. All animals will be displayed, during the event, in rented stalls with opportunity to show off at prescribed times in outdoor arena. All animals will be offered for sale private treaty with any and all guarantees between buyer and seller.

Thursday the 14th we will start in the arena with harness and tack items. [The harness will be divided into three groups with each being designated for a specific morning.] Blacksmithing tools will sell a little earlier than usual, at 10 a.m., and be followed by the parts and pieces out on the grass. A second sales ring will be conducted in the arena featuring country antiques and decorator items. All day will feature the swap meet and trade fair. Thursday evening will be time for clinics, meetings, food and gatherings.

Friday the 15th all day Swap Meet and Trade Fair and we will start back in the arena with harness and tack. At eleven a.m. we will go out of doors to sell horsedrawn implements. Friday evening we will offer a separate old paper and glass SALE featuring antique paper items, art items, glass framed pictures, ceramic items, pamphlets, manuals, advertising art all reflecting small farming and animal power. Also Friday evening will be a repeat of the Ryan Foxley and friends string band concert that was such a BIG hit last year.

Saturday the 16th all day Swap meet and trade fair. In the morning the auction commences with small items, tack and harness. We will start the Carriage sale at 11 am in the arena with Premiere select vehicles. (Based on a set of photos sent in before the early deadline, the auction jury will determine which entered vehicles are eligible to purchase a predetermined sales position in the opening premiere select. These vehicles will be given added advertising exposure and enjoy a guaranteed early sales position. Following the premiere select will be the remaining horse drawn vehicles.)

And Sunday is the cleanup and go-home day.

The swap meet and trade fair is sure to fill up fast, as are the clinic time-slots, so DO NOT WAIT to sign up if you want to conduct a clinic. Once again we will be publishing a program. A big part of how we are able to make this happen is the generous support of  our many sponsors, THANK YOU each and everyone.

The time is ripe to join us for what will be the largest and best event we have ever held. See You There.

A novel device of the Kansas territorial period was the wind wagon,sometimes called a sailing wagon. Several were built and in1860 the press gave them considerable attention. They were similar to an ordinary light wagon; weighed about 350 pounds; had a bed about three feet wide,eight feet long, and six inches deep; and were propelled by a sail or sails raised over the center of the front axle. When the breezes blew in the right direction the wagons were reported to skim over the prairies at about 15 miles per hour, with speeds at up to 40 miles per hour.At least one wagon was reported to have traveled from Kansas City to Denver in a little more than 20 days. Upon the arrival of a wind wagon from West port, Missouri, a Council Grove newspaper asked of its readers:"Who says now that the Santa Fe Trail is not a navigable stream." The few wind wagons that were built undoubtedly traveled further in the press than they did on the prairie and horses and oxen remained the basic mode of power for a good many years.

One of the more interesting sagas of Kansas wind wagoning came in 1860.Samuel Peppard, who owned a sawmill on the Grasshopper River near Oskaloosa completed his contraption. Built with assistance from John Hinton, it was dubbed by his neighbors, "Peppard's Folly." Later it was suggested that because 1860 was a year of extensive drought and business was slack, Peppard built his frigate as a means of whittling away idle time. Peppard,undoubtedly, had a more ulterior motive in mind as on completion of the craft, he and his companions set out immediately for the Colorado goldfields.

A fairly detailed and entertaining account of Peppard's journey over the prairie sea can be found at the Kansas Historical Society.Although,not identified by name Peppard received some national notoriety when a correspondent of Leslie's Illustrated Magazine reported the arrival of the wind-schooner at Fort Kearney. In the grand literary style of the day, the correspondent wrote:

The ship hove in sight about 8 o'clock in the morning with a fresh breeze from east, northeast. It was running down in a westerly direction for the fort, under full sail, across the green prairie. The guard, astonished at such a sight, reported the matter to the officer on duty, and we all turned out to view the phenomenon. Gallantly she sailed, and at a distance ...not unlike a ship at sea In front is & large coach lamp to travel by night when the wind is favorable ... A crank and band wheels allow it to be propelled by hand when wind and tide are against them.

For some strange reason, no mention was made of the wind wagon episode in Peppard's obituary. While alive, however, he took pride in relating his experiences with the wind-wagon.

Peppard's wind wagon was neither the first nor the last totraversethe Kansas prairie. From time to time there were other reports of wagons equipped to utilize the state's greatest natural resource as a propellant. In 1877, the Kansas Pacific used sails on handcars. As late as1887,John B. Wornall of Westport carried a small group to a camp meeting. In 1910 it was reported that a sailing schooner had been invented in Louisville, Kentucky.