tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377323672024-03-15T08:48:47.822-04:00The Great American History BlogAll things historical, from the profound to the ridiculous.asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.comBlogger548125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-15094303532381577282024-02-27T10:32:00.011-05:002024-02-27T12:12:53.861-05:00Virginia Witch Trials<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrlzwoR9AiB2BE6tO_SuJPMeWuVKkh1a-N_eO34T8b-xP3hBbgGzMw6ejtMIbu3iCmA7e4aYJ3vXB2XETrGt4S59MUaz-SerYPHSMfeDF6uOgKi1ahhoSO0axW0l_2_NRb281BHgiEnybsOFqmJj5_dAJoYs7eGk37scm0nxPu6hnmFsvMZe9PA/s640/service-pnp-pga-02900-02986r.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="640" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrlzwoR9AiB2BE6tO_SuJPMeWuVKkh1a-N_eO34T8b-xP3hBbgGzMw6ejtMIbu3iCmA7e4aYJ3vXB2XETrGt4S59MUaz-SerYPHSMfeDF6uOgKi1ahhoSO0axW0l_2_NRb281BHgiEnybsOFqmJj5_dAJoYs7eGk37scm0nxPu6hnmFsvMZe9PA/s320/service-pnp-pga-02900-02986r.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt; margin: 12pt 0in;"><span style="color: #414141; font-family: "Times",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The most famous
American witch trials occurred in Salem Massachusetts from 1692-1693, but
Virginia had its own witches and witch trials.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>All right-minded people in the American colonies took the existence of
witches for granted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Devil was always
a real and present danger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite being
on constant alert and ever vigilant, Virginians did not experience the same
degree of hysteria with regard to witches that gripped the Puritans of
Massachusetts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For one thing, clerical
influence was much a less factor in Virginia, where the clergy rarely
participated in witchcraft trials.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Unlike New England’s witch trial courts, where the accused had to prove
their innocence, in Virginia, the accuser had to demonstrate the accused was
guilty. Nineteen witchcraft trials were held in Virginia during the 17<sup>th</sup>
century.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most ended in the accused witch
being acquitted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a 1656 case a man
was convicted of witchcraft and sentenced to whipping and banishment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no death penalty for witchcraft in
Virginia</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">The last
witchcraft trial in Virginia took place in 1802. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt; margin: 12pt 0in;"><span style="color: #414141; font-family: "Times",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Virginia’s most famous
witch, the so called “Witch of Pungo” was one Grace Sherwood, a forty-six-year
old married woman from Princess Anne County.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Grace
was married to James Sherwood, a <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">planter</span>. The couple
had three sons: John, James, and Richard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The family lived in Pungo (today part of <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Virginia Beach</span>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #414141; font-family: "Times",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Grace
Sherwood was a strong woman, a healer and herbalist, and someone with an
affinity for nature and animals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did
not suffer fools easily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here, at that
time, was a sure formula for trouble with the neighbors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And trouble she got.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt; margin: 12pt 0in;"><span style="color: #414141; font-family: "Times",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In early 1697, Richard
Capps accused Grace of casting a spell that caused the death of his bull.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The court found insufficient evidence of
witchcraft and the charge was dismissed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Sherwoods sued Capps for slander.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This case also went nowhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
following year, John Gisburne accused Grace of casting a spell on his pigs and
cotton crop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This resulted in another
case of insufficient evidence, and another failed defamation suit on the part
of the Sherwoods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The year 1698 was a
busy one for Grace Sherwood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having
beaten back the accusations of John Gisburne, later in the year she was accused
by Elizabeth Barnes of having assumed the shape of a black cat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a demonic cat, Grace was accused of having
entered the Barnes’ home in the night, where she proceeded to jump over the bed
and whip Elizabeth Barnes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The witch
then left through the keyhole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not
surprisingly, this resulted in another case dismissed, and another failed defamation
suit on the part of the Sherwoods. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0in;"><span style="color: #414141; font-family: "Times",serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things remained quiet for a number of years,
until in 1705 Grace Sherwood was involved in a fight with her neighbor </span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Elizabeth Hill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sherwood sued Hill and her husband for
assault and battery and was awarded monetary compensation in December
1705.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This ruling by the court did
nothing to calm tempers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On January 3,
1706, Elizabeth Hill <span style="background: white;">accused Grace Sherwood of
witchcraft, of having used her satanic powers to cause a miscarriage. In March
1706 the court ordered Sherwood’s house to be searched for waxen or baked
figures that might indicate she was a witch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>No luck here, the search produced nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The court next authorized a jury of twelve
women to look for marks of the devil on Grace Sherwood’s body. The forewoman of
this jury was the same Elizabeth Barnes who had previously accused Sherwood of
witchcraft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This group discovered marks
of the Devil, oddly enough.</span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Despite this overwhelming
evidence, authorities remained reluctant to declare Grace Sherwood a
witch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Authorities in Williamsburg, the
colonial capital, considered the charge against Sherwood too vague and ordered
the local court to examine the case in greater depth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By July, Grace Sherwood was
worn out with travelling from her farm to court and thus consented when the
court offered her a </span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">trial
by ducking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">The procedure here would
involve binding Grace and throwing her into the river; if she sank, she was innocent,
but if she floated, she was clearly a witch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0in;"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: black; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-themecolor: text1; padding: 0in;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grace Sherwood’s protestation that, “</span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">I be not a witch, I be a healer,” fell
on deaf ears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People had come in from
all over the colony to watch the spectacle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The crowd began to chant, “Duck the witch.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A spot on the Lynnhaven River, now known as
Witchduck Point, was chosen for the test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Grace Sherwood was securely bound, rowed out into the river, and thrown
from the boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She rose to the
surface.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Proof positive that she was a
witch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The court, with an over-abundance
of judicial caution, decided to give Grace a second chance to demonstrate her
innocence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sheriff was ordered to
tie a thirteen-pound Bible around her neck. Grace was rowed back to the middle
of the river and thrown from the boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Weighted down by the Bible, she sank, but somehow managed to untie
herself and return to the surface.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
was definitely a witch, if there ever was one.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grace Sherwood was convicted of
witchcraft and sentenced to imprisonment.</span><span style="color: #00b050;"> </span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Freed from prison by 1714, Grace <span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">returned to her home and lived peacefully until her death in 1740.
Some neighbors said </span>the Devil took her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others pointed to the increase in unnatural storms and loitering black cats after her death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Locals killed every cat they could find,
which then lead to an infestation of rats in 1743.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grace Sherwood lies in an
unmarked grave in a field near the intersection of Pungo Ferry Road and
Princess Anne Road in Virginia Beach. </span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #ff33cc; font-size: 10.5pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">To this day, local residents tell of a mysterious moving light that
appears each July over the spot where Sherwood was thrown into the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Is it possible that this is the restless
spirit of Grace Sherwood?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps, but
not everyone is convinced that Grace Sherwood was a witch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Governor of Virginia granted her a pardon
on July 10, 2006.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Additionally, a statue
of Grace Sherwood was erected on Independence Boulevard in Virginia Beach.
Grace is shown alongside a <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">raccoon</span>, representing her love of animals,
and carrying a basket containing <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">garlic</span> and <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">rosemary</span>, in recognition of her knowledge of <span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">herbal healing</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhud_sCFgcgR0mO12XDbNPvdBLUEdql6tVEU2bxdaeG9CxugkvXgtAIYuwUemxsSusNe-Wf6IV_67cyZ3j0pqUwiH8yazGKepaSasmYsGJJYtFrggc0862VObwdeVub5ubK3P5brwdgpe9SJVChtnW7kTMp81y2rwtO3uMWTnlmSXGCCt5hyrnMbw/s499/51IqP7T2cuS._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="332" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhud_sCFgcgR0mO12XDbNPvdBLUEdql6tVEU2bxdaeG9CxugkvXgtAIYuwUemxsSusNe-Wf6IV_67cyZ3j0pqUwiH8yazGKepaSasmYsGJJYtFrggc0862VObwdeVub5ubK3P5brwdgpe9SJVChtnW7kTMp81y2rwtO3uMWTnlmSXGCCt5hyrnMbw/s320/51IqP7T2cuS._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href=" https://amzn.to/3wLb9da">Virginia Legends and Lore</a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-80893580106547247812024-01-11T11:14:00.000-05:002024-01-11T11:14:35.163-05:00Tombstone Legends<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65c1QnHz2ZSMiptZZsrJykHc0qjbpuziLAVFYR_Y89iLdddQu2Uw3eqTI9JiB5sqHq2CX3bZ8btk3ZOqtMsBUKypGZgk_fzfzanYXeObtVCQShunVw_sOeRpgeiGafS22BxWk1U5A8pVolaeaY-gBMl4b-BmWPJjgNDG0WxNiKnuTVFjJaxWDzg/s2848/100_5556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65c1QnHz2ZSMiptZZsrJykHc0qjbpuziLAVFYR_Y89iLdddQu2Uw3eqTI9JiB5sqHq2CX3bZ8btk3ZOqtMsBUKypGZgk_fzfzanYXeObtVCQShunVw_sOeRpgeiGafS22BxWk1U5A8pVolaeaY-gBMl4b-BmWPJjgNDG0WxNiKnuTVFjJaxWDzg/s320/100_5556.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Tombstone owed its creation to the discovery of
silver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mines sat in the richest
productive silver district in Arizona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The population of Tombstone <span style="background: white; color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">grew from 100 to around 14,000 in less than seven
years.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Tombstone had four churches, a
school, two banks, three newspapers, and an ice-cream parlor, which sat amidst
110 saloons, 14 gambling halls, and numerous <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">dance halls</span></span></span> and <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">brothels</span></span></span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The town is best known as the site of the “<span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Gunfight at the O.K. Corral</span>.” </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At about 2:30 p.m. on Oct. 26, 1881,
the Earp brothers, Wyatt, Virgil and James along with Wyatt’s pal Doc Holiday,
representing the law, shot it out with an outlaw gang known as “The Cowboys.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three of the outlaws were killed.</span><span style="background: white; color: #00b050; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">During
the next five months, the gang struck back. Virgil Earp was ambushed and
maimed, and another of the Earp brothers, Morgan, was murdered. Wyatt, <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Warren Earp</span></span></span>, Doc Holliday, and
others formed a <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">posse</span></span></span> that killed three more
Cowboys whom they thought responsible.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After the shootout in Tombstone, and
after leaving Arizona, Wyatt Earp was often the target of negative newspaper
stories that disparaged his reputation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Some regarded him as little better than a murderer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This all changed with a heroic biography
published in </span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="background: white; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">1931, Wyatt</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i> Earp: Frontier
Marshal</i></span></span></span></span><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">by </span><span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Stuart N. Lake.</span></span><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The book became a bestseller and created Wyatt
Earp’s reputation as a fearless lawman. Since then, films, television shows,
and works of fiction further added to the fame of Wyatt Earp.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">Two
months after the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, on December 26, 1881, the
Birdcage Theatre opened in Tombstone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">The theater was owned by William Hutchinson.
Hutchison originally intended to present respectable family shows but found
that he could make more money by catering to a rougher crowd. The walls of the
Bird Cage were riddled with gunshot holes from the frequent shootouts. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The theater also did extra duty as a saloon
and brothel.<span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Performing under the stage name “<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Fatima”, Fahreda Mazar Spyropoulos</span>,
better known to history as “Little Egypt” got her start at the Bird
Cage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Spyropoulos popularized the
form of dancing, which came to be referred to as the
"Hoochee-Coochee", or the "shimmy and shake.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We now call this belly dancing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a larger-than-life sized painting in
the Bird Cage, which <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Spyropoulos</span>
donated, entitled "Fatima". It bears six patched bullet holes; one
can be seen above the belly button and there is a knife gash in the canvas
below the knee.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0in; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw32RuIHAfkjmQSXPGjKmcl05eEXFuiNNoNtcRVG9vWc5wwKWHIhwyPEJZOO8BuOZocmBKWr0m2wu1yECitMAl0uR5SVuxGb9bi5olWMlR2D29oy_1TVzMcoEqFISoyytPQtMMGrZ007NrOTY7oj8SJRy7GFcuVkVti68EVOJK5D9q9DaicxawQ/s522/81A-1oCO7KL._SY522_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="328" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw32RuIHAfkjmQSXPGjKmcl05eEXFuiNNoNtcRVG9vWc5wwKWHIhwyPEJZOO8BuOZocmBKWr0m2wu1yECitMAl0uR5SVuxGb9bi5olWMlR2D29oy_1TVzMcoEqFISoyytPQtMMGrZ007NrOTY7oj8SJRy7GFcuVkVti68EVOJK5D9q9DaicxawQ/s320/81A-1oCO7KL._SY522_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Arizona-Legends-Lore-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0CQJ1QS5X/ref=sr_1_3?crid=D9T29UBW5LSP&keywords=arizona+legends+and+lore&qid=1704832922&sprefix=Arizona+Legends+%2Caps%2C371&sr=8-3">Arizona Legends and Lore </a><br /></span><p></p><br /><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-15996356017009406772023-12-15T10:04:00.002-05:002023-12-15T10:04:53.157-05:00Two Guns: An Arizona Ghost Town<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1cxRSu0cjluapWU9iqc2P8mlViED71FeEsSWpC2pG-X_sz9JakNmJYuJVQGTpiS_65Ev1GG0kU87Yo9MZT38ONic0Swfbj5HT4lgfRqoLk4KDk7RxHChTMIiesObBnjw5CClBDW3SkLqNS4tJNKQPxy5bsdoqZev2SL-pd5MCKh1AO5Pge4KPg/s2848/100_6096.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1cxRSu0cjluapWU9iqc2P8mlViED71FeEsSWpC2pG-X_sz9JakNmJYuJVQGTpiS_65Ev1GG0kU87Yo9MZT38ONic0Swfbj5HT4lgfRqoLk4KDk7RxHChTMIiesObBnjw5CClBDW3SkLqNS4tJNKQPxy5bsdoqZev2SL-pd5MCKh1AO5Pge4KPg/s320/100_6096.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fE83zCg8zk3bdU_6HBMSw94mMh1CQZTGFrhnZspOrUWjledO9x2GFKxvkKeGd5YCDF6K1-gHW88hmeeazboXOZxnil3oxTOWdrLYnrM87CB64YBc475FRws58YN5WdjHC5Lyzr270Bu0PF5CLu_mLMGI09iq04jB42cv9A24ph3UY3SPXfnGcw/s2848/100_6095.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fE83zCg8zk3bdU_6HBMSw94mMh1CQZTGFrhnZspOrUWjledO9x2GFKxvkKeGd5YCDF6K1-gHW88hmeeazboXOZxnil3oxTOWdrLYnrM87CB64YBc475FRws58YN5WdjHC5Lyzr270Bu0PF5CLu_mLMGI09iq04jB42cv9A24ph3UY3SPXfnGcw/s320/100_6095.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Two Guns, Arizona is a ghost town located on the
Canyon Diablo gorge near Flagstaff, Arizona. The town was originally
known as Canyon Lodge and started out as a modest trading post at the beginning
of the 19th century.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The area has a colorful history. </span><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1; padding: 0in;">During
the winter of 1879-1880, Billy the Kid and his gang hid out on the west rim of
Canyon Diablo across from what is now Two Guns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">In 1880, long before Two Guns was established
as a settlement, the Santa Fe Railway was being built across northern
Arizona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the point where the railroad
was set to cross Canyon Diablo, some three miles north of Two Guns,
construction halted while a trestle was being built.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The railroad workers established a settlement
called Canyon Diablo which quickly became a lawless den of drifters, grifters,
gamblers and outlaws. In 1889 outlaws robbed the train at Canyon Diablo
making off with $100,000 in currency, 2,500 silver dollars, and $40,000 in gold
coins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A posse caught up with the
outlaws, but not before they buried their loot, which is thought to be buried
in the canyon rim near Two Guns.</span><sup><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1; padding: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></span></sup></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">More pioneers staked claims to the area over the years,
and by the early 1920s, a road through town, known as the National Trail
Highway, became the preferred route across Diablo Canyon. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">When Earle and Louise Cundiff arrived in the area they
bought 320 acres of land, making the settlement known as Canyon Lodge a busy
stop for travelers. By the mid-1920s, what was once the National Trail Highway
was transforming into Route 66, and the once-isolated trading post was becoming
a busy stopping place for drivers looking for food and gas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The business potential was not lost on one Harry
Miller a flamboyant veteran of the Spanish-American War.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The eccentric Miller was a master of
publicity and self-promotion. In 1925, Harry “Two Guns” Miller made a deal with
the Cundiffs to lease a site for his business. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Miller renamed the Canyon Lodge trading post, Two Guns,
and set about putting the place on the map. Miller grew his hair long and
braided it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Claiming to be a full-blooded Apache, Miller assumed the name of Chief Crazy Thunder. Miller
constructed a rag-tag zoo with chicken-wire cages for animals native to
Arizona, including mountain lions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
also started tours down into a canyon cave now called the Apache Death Cave. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Quicksand",serif; mso-themecolor: text1;">In 1878, a group of Apache warriors
raided a Navajo camp killing everyone with the exception of three girls they
took hostage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The enraged Navajos from
surrounding villages set out after the marauders. The Navajo finally tracked
down the wily Apache warriors who had been hiding their camp in an underground
cavern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Navajo lit a fire at the
mouth of the cave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All forty-two Apache
warriors died in the cave.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Although an interesting part of Arizona history, the
showman Henry Miller thought the story needed even more sizzle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Miller built fake ruins and started selling
the bones and skulls of the long dead Apache warriors as souvenirs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He put in electric lights and a soda stand
and renamed the death cave the “Mystery Cave.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">It was around this time that the legends of “The Curse
of Two Guns” began. The broad wording of Miller’s lease had always been a
source of tension between him and Earl Cundiff, and that tension finally came
to a head on March 3, 1926, when Miller shot and killed Cundiff (he was later
acquitted of murder).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shortly after his
trial Miller was mauled by a mountain lion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Soon after he was bitten by a Gila monster.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">The town was sold in the 1950s and throughout the decade
it would be leased and abandoned multiple times, until a man named Dreher
revitalized the area. Things were looking good for the town. The I-40 was
finally coming through the area and even had a dedicated exit. However, a fire
destroyed the town in 1971, sealing its fate. Today, Two Guns stands as a
ghost town, with the remnants of its past still visible. Some structures have
collapsed, while others are in a state of disrepair. Efforts have been made to
preserve the site's history and prevent further deterioration, but Two Guns
remains a poignant reminder of the changing fortunes of towns along historic
Route 66. The site has become a destination for those interested in ghost towns
and abandoned places.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XwMIT9goh-b6QiOqyn5gp_K_TxBu-SjHdy-uR2BdDgnuh2vjBB6xLZ3yIdNjUReXEU4oNRUpwQGu87RgSgzlllwG0R6nbOyMjNoXNZGW7TBnemfWn4lmPHeuJYgottzerigNsTZ4-S9RHLrXsOyrfXvQtUiwzRrjMxabEAeBR6vCcqBJ3d1_HA/s320/GMMlulu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XwMIT9goh-b6QiOqyn5gp_K_TxBu-SjHdy-uR2BdDgnuh2vjBB6xLZ3yIdNjUReXEU4oNRUpwQGu87RgSgzlllwG0R6nbOyMjNoXNZGW7TBnemfWn4lmPHeuJYgottzerigNsTZ4-S9RHLrXsOyrfXvQtUiwzRrjMxabEAeBR6vCcqBJ3d1_HA/s1600/GMMlulu.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Arizona’s Superstition Mountains are mysterious,
forbidding, and dangerous.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">The
Superstitions are said to have claimed over five hundred lives.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">What were these people looking for?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Is it possible that these mountains hide a
vast treasure?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Is it possible that UFOs
land here?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Is it possible that in these
mountains there is a door leading to the great underground city of the Lizard
Men?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Join us as we recount a fictional
story of the Superstitions and then look at the real history of the legends
that haunt these mountains in our new book</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">: Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition
Mountains.</i></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-73078997247150100922023-11-26T16:08:00.000-05:002023-11-26T16:08:18.659-05:00Arizona's "Red Ghost" (A True Story)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32xHL6ntASbdQLnwFHuiHDrsuKGOgpqaW9BAqYXMBf7UNgomxJvUXTUTUE66w86PzymviItJdLs7gnQMsz9FYFY0y0c7oJ1howDlzOpmGELLo7j17fqR8aeaWEzj3IQa-brwxQaJ_CsnwzpR4ay1OZIp2xHrY4o2kKqAnyKNWBx2kccNu0UTq5g/s1024/OIG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32xHL6ntASbdQLnwFHuiHDrsuKGOgpqaW9BAqYXMBf7UNgomxJvUXTUTUE66w86PzymviItJdLs7gnQMsz9FYFY0y0c7oJ1howDlzOpmGELLo7j17fqR8aeaWEzj3IQa-brwxQaJ_CsnwzpR4ay1OZIp2xHrY4o2kKqAnyKNWBx2kccNu0UTq5g/s320/OIG.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Throughout the early 19th century various
proposals were made to use camels imported from the Middle East to transport
supplies in the deserts of the southwest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A proposal by then Secretary of War Jefferson Davis was finally approved
in 1855 which led to the establishment of the U.S. Camel Corps.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">While the camels were found useful, their big
drawback was that they spooked the horses and mules, creating chaos in the
camp.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">After a twenty year experiment the
Camel Corps was </span>disbanded,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> and the camels auctioned off.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well, most of them were auctioned off, but
some were let go in the wild.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Producing
one of Arizona’s strangest legends, that of the Red Ghost. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">The story began in 1883 when two ranchers
went to check on their cattle, leaving their wives at home, alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the women was outside fetching water
when the dog started barking furiously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then there was a loud scream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
woman in the house barricaded the door and looked out the window to see a huge
red beast being ridden by the devil.</span><span style="color: #00b050; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">When
the two ranchers </span>returned,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> they found one woman trampled to death and the other
in shock.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A few days later a group of prospectors
reported the apparition riding through their camp.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Red hair was found at the site.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The next sighting reported that the creature
was thirty feet tall and had overturned two wagons.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The legend grew.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The monster was said to disappear into thin
air when chased.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The monster killed and
ate grizzly bears.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A cowboy lassoed the </span>beast,<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> but he and his horse were dragged by the creature before losing it.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The cowboy reported that the mysterious rider
was a skeleton. </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A few months later five
men shot at the beast, missing the camel but shooting the head off the
skeleton.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The skull still had traces of
skin and hair attached. </span></span><span style="color: #00b050; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Fact and fantasy swirled around the strange phantom until
1893 when a local rancher named Hastings </span><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Georgia",serif; mso-themecolor: text1;">found the giant creature
eating grass in his yard. He killed it with one shot from his Winchester rifle.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">The
beast from Hell was discovered to be a feral red-haired camel left over from
the days of the U.S. Camel Corps. Leather straps had bound the skeleton so
tightly, and for so long, to the camel that the animal’s back and sides were
scarred. No one knows why the animal had a dead man strapped to it, but some
speculated that this was the last attempt of a dying prospector to escape the
killing desert sun.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJAl3L51vY0wJ3s2ijPj-2zl7p2vJVlInguQ6gcbO7bribfcwQd-G5K96I7kB_TxMit_cRbaXsRJ7SkG7Jn8gyQODtC_awwU4zG4iYe3kjjI2G6yrDRwDlN1jd3INTU-7cQDZSCDleFeDUbE6TCXilC3EaNYKth7VyQHgrs7B0p_7PoFi62ISTA/s320/GMMlulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJAl3L51vY0wJ3s2ijPj-2zl7p2vJVlInguQ6gcbO7bribfcwQd-G5K96I7kB_TxMit_cRbaXsRJ7SkG7Jn8gyQODtC_awwU4zG4iYe3kjjI2G6yrDRwDlN1jd3INTU-7cQDZSCDleFeDUbE6TCXilC3EaNYKth7VyQHgrs7B0p_7PoFi62ISTA/s1600/GMMlulu.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowKTOLTdjPqxCOO4lQlZFfuHd5TOScYXpkDJ86wbyNz6pJBleD89PTMdABCt_1KvPVW9Uxw-dt5eIbVqe5ex9L667KPVYkxgLxrtKM9_op-wABn72FHG4eu41y4C-BAkmHCzTxbdffZGHKd853Vsbp9a4IaEfISbTsJJKc6haHliUyDfu55wL_w/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowKTOLTdjPqxCOO4lQlZFfuHd5TOScYXpkDJ86wbyNz6pJBleD89PTMdABCt_1KvPVW9Uxw-dt5eIbVqe5ex9L667KPVYkxgLxrtKM9_op-wABn72FHG4eu41y4C-BAkmHCzTxbdffZGHKd853Vsbp9a4IaEfISbTsJJKc6haHliUyDfu55wL_w/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></div>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-92139145866654832162023-11-15T17:55:00.001-05:002023-11-15T17:55:20.138-05:00Hi Jolly and the U.S. Camel Corps<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gy08Qk5FPZozZnZyZZy4Uh_5F53XZCrnT47rfRKpRgo6pszNHGCdqc5y_DE-U2yi0iyc-MouJgPPo3FzKYltdCqRmiYYhMTVES_ewIm_OTumyJS7fJyMQnnuUfh4VM5C3NytzU57BcfawaKJuujG79RqSAZ1BIwPJvUMKLL-lmI3CfrVNv7yeQ/s1460/100_6257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="1460" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gy08Qk5FPZozZnZyZZy4Uh_5F53XZCrnT47rfRKpRgo6pszNHGCdqc5y_DE-U2yi0iyc-MouJgPPo3FzKYltdCqRmiYYhMTVES_ewIm_OTumyJS7fJyMQnnuUfh4VM5C3NytzU57BcfawaKJuujG79RqSAZ1BIwPJvUMKLL-lmI3CfrVNv7yeQ/w320-h206/100_6257.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">In 1855 the U.S. government approved an experimental
plan to use camels imported from the Middle East for transporting supplies and
equipment across the deserts of the American Southwest.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">The U.S. Camel Corps, headquartered in Texas,
was born.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Two years into the experiment an expedition under the
command of Edward F. Beale was ordered to open a wagon road across Arizona to
California.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #202122;">The expedition left San Antonio on June 25, 1857, and 25 pack
camels accompanied a train of mule-drawn wagons. Each camel carried a load of
600 pounds. Beale wrote that he would rather have one camel than four mules.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">The expedition
included a camel drover named Hadji Ali, who was soon dubbed “Hi Jolly” by his
American counterparts. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Ali was born as Philip Tedro around
1828, to a Greek mother and a Syrian father. As a young man, he converted to
Islam and took the name </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-themecolor: text1;">Hadji
Ali.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As the camels moved west under Hi Jolly’s guidance,
they proved themselves superior to horses in terms of endurance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a major problem however, the sight of
the large animals frightened horses and mules, creating general chaos among the
animals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The U.S. Camel Corps experiment came to an end by 1866.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The camels were auctioned off, and some were
set loose in the desert forming small herds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Rumors of wild camels in Arizona were still prevalent in Arizona during
the 1930s and 1940s.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Hi Jolly stayed in Arizona and became a scout for the
Army, assisting General Crook with the Geronimo Campaign.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He died in December 1902 at the age of 64 in
Quartzsite, Arizona.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hi Jolly's work in the
US Camel Corps earned him a reputation as a living legend until his death.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In
1935, the Governor of Arizona dedicated a monument to Hadji Ali and the
Camel Corps in the Quartzsite Cemetery. The monument, located at his gravesite,
is a pyramid built from local stones and topped with a copper camel, and is
listed on the National Register of Historic Places.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDKtY2PTqdESz0-egfXPbHX3bDBPAsBUFNZLKw9hgiFfYEbQRG_qo4m4uJ0DNPJ7OerKdmTJX49JyuwYZPusD0oNqEykHIzbfEL-s5rnk50Uu9RrVPhW8WhyphenhypheniilDDfroBfzlw3RhQVfJFIGzdzNyZ2p9PKpIgYF1QBsNUxi8qWVvDIc-sd7JZIA/s500/41u7hjnsmiL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDKtY2PTqdESz0-egfXPbHX3bDBPAsBUFNZLKw9hgiFfYEbQRG_qo4m4uJ0DNPJ7OerKdmTJX49JyuwYZPusD0oNqEykHIzbfEL-s5rnk50Uu9RrVPhW8WhyphenhypheniilDDfroBfzlw3RhQVfJFIGzdzNyZ2p9PKpIgYF1QBsNUxi8qWVvDIc-sd7JZIA/s320/41u7hjnsmiL.jpg" width="201" /></a></div> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <a href="https://amzn.to/2Ouqyd8">Legends of </a><a href="https://amzn.to/2Ouqyd8">the Superstition Mountains</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOn8Sn-_pTLYytHf4GnW607Fqfk2HGMkkmK3Bk63vvYeX7BK5AL6J9KHSUHNPvWIa6Kj7DMz8Yehxmc54EaUcc1TQuzEmjuAXPI7MD7J_M3MKF8xwQ_aJkrao1CX5O_22_b3xcaiGxr3Lk_W0tl8EKoJBnbT-Nhq30DtOhth9ozhBuo56DZjJ7A/s1228/453776861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1228" data-original-width="772" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOn8Sn-_pTLYytHf4GnW607Fqfk2HGMkkmK3Bk63vvYeX7BK5AL6J9KHSUHNPvWIa6Kj7DMz8Yehxmc54EaUcc1TQuzEmjuAXPI7MD7J_M3MKF8xwQ_aJkrao1CX5O_22_b3xcaiGxr3Lk_W0tl8EKoJBnbT-Nhq30DtOhth9ozhBuo56DZjJ7A/s320/453776861.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://amzn.to/2r5JCmU">Wars and Invasions (Four alternative history stories)</a><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-48271160940984998372023-11-11T12:25:00.001-05:002023-11-11T12:25:08.694-05:00The Legend of Hacksaw Tom<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLC2t6PjrYdbNI3hEOfMOFxbJS6QzQagHXaFcwnxkTYpZtJkMoIJmkwIVCuuR6CsIBYk7APJ-19NtCp1fh8ze5GnOiWFapR0zoRISG4xCfRZe0_-E55mNIcVVfpbzMXvnlxKdW_Q3DTtreMLvSBjS5716B3GCcuEe5PWv3isWWejhqTlHOuQK2gA/s2848/100_6288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLC2t6PjrYdbNI3hEOfMOFxbJS6QzQagHXaFcwnxkTYpZtJkMoIJmkwIVCuuR6CsIBYk7APJ-19NtCp1fh8ze5GnOiWFapR0zoRISG4xCfRZe0_-E55mNIcVVfpbzMXvnlxKdW_Q3DTtreMLvSBjS5716B3GCcuEe5PWv3isWWejhqTlHOuQK2gA/s320/100_6288.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIYKGuwiy2ZUwo4nB_1vZjkCZA-GotKlSQNA6zreBvq99WvpDH9kWBTUq7LamHgWrbfG8Ueqt7YJ1YsFIFMsD0nB0D8UMmo8Uv0_zKFWU1xVcgAD0wr0H8c9TSfZh9_Vv5G7gN60OPKgz7LvgMYmcSmWy-nKA-XzwwsMUs4ki58ZydLs8umMyVg/s2848/100_6289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIYKGuwiy2ZUwo4nB_1vZjkCZA-GotKlSQNA6zreBvq99WvpDH9kWBTUq7LamHgWrbfG8Ueqt7YJ1YsFIFMsD0nB0D8UMmo8Uv0_zKFWU1xVcgAD0wr0H8c9TSfZh9_Vv5G7gN60OPKgz7LvgMYmcSmWy-nKA-XzwwsMUs4ki58ZydLs8umMyVg/s320/100_6289.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Between 1905 and 1915 a bandit nicknamed “Hacksaw Tom”
supposedly carried out a series of robberies on wagons and stagecoaches along
Arizona’s Apache Trail (the last stagecoach went out of business in Arizona in
1920 when the road to Young, AZ was paved and the commercial stagecoach was
replaced by a Ford.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A steep grade at Fish Creek, which caused vehicles to
slow to a crawl was Tom’s ambush site.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He would step out from behind a boulder and level his sawed-off shotgun
at the driver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one resisted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #30373e;">Tom
never used a horse in his robberies. He appeared on foot, carried out this
robbery, and then scampered up and over the boulders of Fish Creek to safety,
seldom pursued by anyone. </span></span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Despite his menacing presence, Hacksaw Tom never fired
a shot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He became an anticipated feature
for travelers on the Apache Trail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is
said that some stagecoach drivers invited their friends along just so they
could tell people they had been “held up.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In the mid-1900s a cave was found near Fish Creek
which may have been Tom’s hideout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
any event, a carpetbag was found in the cave which contained, among other things, a sawed-off shotgun and a flour sack mask.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #30373e; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There is not much written documentation
to support this tale, which relies heavily on oral tradition.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several robberies along the Apache Trail that
went unsolved are recorded. The exact locations of these robberies have been
lost to history. And yet, we have a very intriguing mask and shotgun.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #30373e; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSByh0Lblzd1tuV5JuuKJ2tXPnu_TV8o57lKtpT1EGEJktKtYeHWt9yrlkG7vMX9Z3khrx1Fk69BJHI-J0M4xfqlQfHIQd4l9CAOjGPXqy7KPEExc_uFeQa4wO3WXbTcc7GpMcBm0Xp6O6r4hDYAiilLtLUpuIHCZsYxcrklgATe4GEuk3E16Og/s320/GMMlulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSByh0Lblzd1tuV5JuuKJ2tXPnu_TV8o57lKtpT1EGEJktKtYeHWt9yrlkG7vMX9Z3khrx1Fk69BJHI-J0M4xfqlQfHIQd4l9CAOjGPXqy7KPEExc_uFeQa4wO3WXbTcc7GpMcBm0Xp6O6r4hDYAiilLtLUpuIHCZsYxcrklgATe4GEuk3E16Og/s1600/GMMlulu.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #30373e; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIFwXLNf3qy33g9itfJ5UiUsSjDSg2Isi17rlrg_jImRi9pi0fzZFPVllVF5JegVk1mB_1ocqOm_JxBnKu1rUA2ELjIoieSq8C2i7UhO8tJcp_5mS34pnF-YTkoX0mqXKM3M0Q-aN7-6xHauF9QFryDKF52kfZHBQAT77mSiNsFUeWJZe1tDSeA/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIFwXLNf3qy33g9itfJ5UiUsSjDSg2Isi17rlrg_jImRi9pi0fzZFPVllVF5JegVk1mB_1ocqOm_JxBnKu1rUA2ELjIoieSq8C2i7UhO8tJcp_5mS34pnF-YTkoX0mqXKM3M0Q-aN7-6xHauF9QFryDKF52kfZHBQAT77mSiNsFUeWJZe1tDSeA/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #30373e; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-61371722647264317402023-11-10T12:02:00.005-05:002023-11-10T12:02:39.529-05:00The Ghosts of Vulture City, Arizona<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74HVYeRNpOt5kkCYrqhBV71HexZC8BW4rd6GsMq58miwVyYJo4s22SGjhXEbtWITf4p9_2_tAFXzJSWcuP_LttH3nErS_SHwVbdfVBamAiHLabdqMHrSXm8Dd6n3-ydgoPkfev03j2tZrddRIRGhaRSW8rS6-0J1H6bSNn5k6Os5KsG-JuzYQqQ/s2848/100_6232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74HVYeRNpOt5kkCYrqhBV71HexZC8BW4rd6GsMq58miwVyYJo4s22SGjhXEbtWITf4p9_2_tAFXzJSWcuP_LttH3nErS_SHwVbdfVBamAiHLabdqMHrSXm8Dd6n3-ydgoPkfev03j2tZrddRIRGhaRSW8rS6-0J1H6bSNn5k6Os5KsG-JuzYQqQ/s320/100_6232.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">The Hanging Tree</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Legend has it that in
1863 Henry Wickenburg discovered gold when he went to retrieve a vulture he
shot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wickenburg named his mine, “The
Vulture Mine.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mine operated from 1863
to 1942 and was one of the richest mines in Arizona, producing some 340,000
ounces of gold and 250,000 ounces of silver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A town, “Vulture City” grew up around the mine and grew to over 5,000
inhabitants.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">By 1880, Vulture City consisted
of six boarding houses, a cookhouse and mess hall, a blacksmith shop, a
brothel, stores, offices, saloons, and a school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crime was a problem in this frontier
town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Theft, murder and rape were
commonplace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was no regular law. Vigilante
law prevailed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A hanging tree stood next
to a makeshift jailhouse. The condemned was put on a mule and when the mule ran
out from under him, the prisoner often slowly strangled to death over the
course of hours.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">When the mine closed in
1942 Vulture City became a ghost town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And indeed it is a town filled with ghosts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eighteen men dangled from the hanging tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To this day, their restless spirits are said
to harass visitors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tourists claimed
rocks were thrown at them by an invisible force when they were near the Hanging
Tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Strange disembodied voices can be
heard on the wind, and invisible footsteps creep up from behind.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja11mv_26Tl4h_WqxwOEYYZJTGr2ADW-ivdBrvCUu1FvzCWTZkGkFva39dXVk69elO5dZTF8C9nv260lCxYsZ4xK93S0r9MTgTpGV0SBadxSbH60el-8fSnrt6ZuQfNI1dTUqzl9MgcZ2IpG5RwkprqVOQ_34f43XJNz8GetEcdLqoPFFWiYQEKA/s320/GMMlulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja11mv_26Tl4h_WqxwOEYYZJTGr2ADW-ivdBrvCUu1FvzCWTZkGkFva39dXVk69elO5dZTF8C9nv260lCxYsZ4xK93S0r9MTgTpGV0SBadxSbH60el-8fSnrt6ZuQfNI1dTUqzl9MgcZ2IpG5RwkprqVOQ_34f43XJNz8GetEcdLqoPFFWiYQEKA/s1600/GMMlulu.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bq3UmK9P4A3OQrTQR8knuFLfzwXQW4PUeopBrR8wYQTTVXta3DhaJIt4jsOoh57Ptpzn66sLqkiwm-QN8Dg8SvwfQGR2JxkzqP2TusPQYM7c20imiby9xv4dupPja8_gUOoxRqWdcGsLwKZXrWui-0Rd5S-eZip2gAbWeThPom__O2j4gGNINw/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bq3UmK9P4A3OQrTQR8knuFLfzwXQW4PUeopBrR8wYQTTVXta3DhaJIt4jsOoh57Ptpzn66sLqkiwm-QN8Dg8SvwfQGR2JxkzqP2TusPQYM7c20imiby9xv4dupPja8_gUOoxRqWdcGsLwKZXrWui-0Rd5S-eZip2gAbWeThPom__O2j4gGNINw/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-3953973259672368552023-10-30T15:52:00.002-04:002023-10-30T16:46:36.923-04:00Johnny Cash song: "Custer"<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In 1964, country singer
Johnny Cash wrote a song entitled “Custer” for his album <i>Bitter Tears: Ballads of the American Indian. <o:p></o:p></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH2dJEip-LdF1DgqKeBj07-qCgOTFyNlGlCfQCnkmv8KGnjcEmY1ngE0HqzNKY7Bpfvad6mnbYauv-i3GSUglcrX2-RQcAGMpNzB6f43epMbY573jUa8YQrlhKXiF7oEl5R-U7RLGjVE8n5RLzr_WCkSpl6NAfifemzlEL4fN75IXRIT8cfoj9w/s300/%231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="256" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH2dJEip-LdF1DgqKeBj07-qCgOTFyNlGlCfQCnkmv8KGnjcEmY1ngE0HqzNKY7Bpfvad6mnbYauv-i3GSUglcrX2-RQcAGMpNzB6f43epMbY573jUa8YQrlhKXiF7oEl5R-U7RLGjVE8n5RLzr_WCkSpl6NAfifemzlEL4fN75IXRIT8cfoj9w/s1600/%231.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“<b>Custer”<br />
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<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now
I will tell you buster that I ain't a fan of Custer<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
To some he was a hero but to me his score was zero<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
Now Custer done his fightin' without too much excitin'<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
General Custer come in pumpin' when the men were out a huntin'<br />
But the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
With victories he was swimmin' he killed children dogs and women<br />
But the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
Crazy Horse sent out the call to Sitting Bull and Gall<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
Now Custer split his men well he won't do that again<br />
Cause the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
Twelve thousand warriors waited they were unanticipated<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
It's not called an Indian victory but a bloody massacre<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
There might have been more enthusin' if us Indians had been losin'<br />
But the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
General George A.Custer oh his yellow hair had lustre<br />
But the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
For now the General's silent he got barbered violent<br />
And the General he don't ride well anymore<br />
Oh the General he don't ride well anymore<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HOYYTanqD3s" width="320" youtube-src-id="HOYYTanqD3s"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQRV8Td1lK1QUZErRv_P_rDRjdMVZYgiUxGnmByljXQO8ufY9Cf3AC2kvEV9EpJkPAvPUYk_VJVFSBoKn-HUYW8izc8nnyxxstrOhLWo5WuOMIZ3tDCHdoPQRD7j9GlR4_qq6PtAcuP6tF67A1nkz8IQFBm7ZoX8TlXN8RYKJiuTiOw5D6mwzxA/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQRV8Td1lK1QUZErRv_P_rDRjdMVZYgiUxGnmByljXQO8ufY9Cf3AC2kvEV9EpJkPAvPUYk_VJVFSBoKn-HUYW8izc8nnyxxstrOhLWo5WuOMIZ3tDCHdoPQRD7j9GlR4_qq6PtAcuP6tF67A1nkz8IQFBm7ZoX8TlXN8RYKJiuTiOw5D6mwzxA/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6SxltJiMMHyhN6NLKaYLN59n-h3WHQnrrv3wSN8F_ZeLNl-8AQDHKrINEniXSbdV6I2rbMfETQgD49Ssjtov5QwMmA2HeyFk2D10MUSCbhZKSzJtxPGrA5JGU97aY6dWnMHb7_Ej7eO1m_GOmvzhd8NWaYcpV6FQTwuikoPmCJhljGVOJREGaw/s500/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6SxltJiMMHyhN6NLKaYLN59n-h3WHQnrrv3wSN8F_ZeLNl-8AQDHKrINEniXSbdV6I2rbMfETQgD49Ssjtov5QwMmA2HeyFk2D10MUSCbhZKSzJtxPGrA5JGU97aY6dWnMHb7_Ej7eO1m_GOmvzhd8NWaYcpV6FQTwuikoPmCJhljGVOJREGaw/s320/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2qwUlCP">Custer’s Last Stand: Portraits in Time</a><br /></p><p><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-11302362878828078942023-10-21T17:23:00.000-04:002023-10-21T17:23:04.088-04:00Wyatt Earp Licenses Texas Rose<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_l1WmZuMO0SGWAb0eKwSbXzskSZ1MDiRH-rzMryQBIWxstDnl4X8RFx5B958T4-qFTYzIYymZkn80ld0dc6SUcb2V8GhP3jTLY74G75SqSKKhM1Iw-5Pe1QeqvGR1CY9mrIcN3uSViJkrxzOmQK1fUNKQbkx2M3ORcsP7NKqrYk1UXDlRa_6VQ/s2848/100_6235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_l1WmZuMO0SGWAb0eKwSbXzskSZ1MDiRH-rzMryQBIWxstDnl4X8RFx5B958T4-qFTYzIYymZkn80ld0dc6SUcb2V8GhP3jTLY74G75SqSKKhM1Iw-5Pe1QeqvGR1CY9mrIcN3uSViJkrxzOmQK1fUNKQbkx2M3ORcsP7NKqrYk1UXDlRa_6VQ/s320/100_6235.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">License issued by Wyatt Earp in March 1876<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Prostitution
was a growth industry in the Old West. Prostitutes were often licensed by
public officials and were often required to maintain weekly inspections for
sexually transmitted diseases.</span><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Gambling
and prostitution were central to life in mining and cattle towns, and only
later, as the female population increased, reformers moved in and other
civilizing influences arrived, did prostitution become less common. Until
the 1890s, madams predominately ran the businesses. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek7v5Rzp8dol312jXZdOzTfLwazc-vFO7mBXXfwIjcoL09oPt6TsgrN5cO2FqB3Q2k2tXB5WzA4R427sxu55zgN5kEJdcTbOWoywS3JW2m2mpWN0XVdhM-pNgyP_YJxdJWhXXbJRPPTOJVolvuFVK-YireLb4_KSdYS-vZCa543WmsyH5PgOvXg/s2103/100_6237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2103" data-original-width="1030" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek7v5Rzp8dol312jXZdOzTfLwazc-vFO7mBXXfwIjcoL09oPt6TsgrN5cO2FqB3Q2k2tXB5WzA4R427sxu55zgN5kEJdcTbOWoywS3JW2m2mpWN0XVdhM-pNgyP_YJxdJWhXXbJRPPTOJVolvuFVK-YireLb4_KSdYS-vZCa543WmsyH5PgOvXg/s320/100_6237.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJEl51qUb3N-r9Zy5aE7pCiy_dCziKgCEdtdIIRCwmyPe4TBuIZU2s8errFX5c7cCq_X3AxqWY98sNsHbowoLxfbfMrCIE_qDPrmCTT2EktVyF2MeJ52m4u26jiqVTyYV7Z9hS7qjL_O3vTKmhNZ-pJCycERfRKF1xcUKlsVPS_pS2MxPWqyeCw/s346/418FB75amgL._SY346_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="217" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJEl51qUb3N-r9Zy5aE7pCiy_dCziKgCEdtdIIRCwmyPe4TBuIZU2s8errFX5c7cCq_X3AxqWY98sNsHbowoLxfbfMrCIE_qDPrmCTT2EktVyF2MeJ52m4u26jiqVTyYV7Z9hS7qjL_O3vTKmhNZ-pJCycERfRKF1xcUKlsVPS_pS2MxPWqyeCw/s320/418FB75amgL._SY346_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></div>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-40975194003137647232023-09-13T18:21:00.002-04:002023-09-13T18:21:23.538-04:00Punting in Oxford, England <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8R3cb1CX_871k3BAzXJqPCFDXoYDIe08mFb51sroMCqdT-43zVdoIqs5n0Pt99jNZto5b2ancwuyZb-2WvMZyb7_-EIehaF-SA8E4Lq8v2TVklzc6Uk4c5Vx8UjY_SsHBPApQpILTa99D_PhhJg46qbsI1icV7jsSci8c7rVPlvjRzyhSE1e7g/s1281/Punt-construction.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="1281" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8R3cb1CX_871k3BAzXJqPCFDXoYDIe08mFb51sroMCqdT-43zVdoIqs5n0Pt99jNZto5b2ancwuyZb-2WvMZyb7_-EIehaF-SA8E4Lq8v2TVklzc6Uk4c5Vx8UjY_SsHBPApQpILTa99D_PhhJg46qbsI1icV7jsSci8c7rVPlvjRzyhSE1e7g/w398-h118/Punt-construction.png" width="398" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Punts are the name given
to the flat bottomed wooden boats, which form a quintessentially Oxford (or
Cambridge) experience. </span><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Punting</span><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> is boating in a punt; the punter propels the
punt by pushing against the river bed with a pole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Punts were developed in medieval times to
transport things on rivers that were too shallow for regular boats.</span><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">A traditional river
punt is a wooden boat constructed like a </span><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">ladder.<span style="color: #202122;"> The two side-panels are connected
by a series of cross-planks. The boat has no keel which makes it maneuverable in
very shallow water.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 9.0pt; margin: 9pt 0in 0in;"><span style="color: #111111;">Punting became popular in
Oxford when William and John Salter established Oxford’s first commercial
punting company in 1880. They began by hiring out rowing boats on the Isis but
soon realized that punt boats would be more suitable for the shallow waters of
the nearby River Cherwell.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 9.0pt; margin: 9pt 0in 0in;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 9.0pt; margin: 9pt 0in 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxAbC-s3_e2nxYNcHLTMo6NJq35HOyqrkzoVDXTy49XgU-SQlLl-aLpQt5MPCcoH43dvT28-IaxH68ppZy5RdryDRcR0Sk05RGDt32oD0ou2HGzSmsMSc0uHKEYMgwPQskbiOdEAZ2AljGwefNjcqfJNteUKjG0wadr1Maw9adEOpTZLWhuAzLg/s640/service-pnp-ppmsc-08700-08770r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="640" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxAbC-s3_e2nxYNcHLTMo6NJq35HOyqrkzoVDXTy49XgU-SQlLl-aLpQt5MPCcoH43dvT28-IaxH68ppZy5RdryDRcR0Sk05RGDt32oD0ou2HGzSmsMSc0uHKEYMgwPQskbiOdEAZ2AljGwefNjcqfJNteUKjG0wadr1Maw9adEOpTZLWhuAzLg/s320/service-pnp-ppmsc-08700-08770r.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #111111;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iwPiarIwXU">Oxford Punting</a><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 9.0pt; margin: 9pt 0in 0in;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 9pt 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 9.0pt; margin: 9pt 0in 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #111111;"><br /></span></p><br /><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-42650367285579659352023-09-08T17:44:00.001-04:002023-09-08T17:44:55.249-04:00Paititi: The Lost Golden City of the Inca<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUzQzZ-HktneUljJT-tL1oFY0oHEljPTHhpEbtCvNQvwnMYkpx0gqmyy6V3W1Jqyxq4R0XkzlTf6E23n093tOH4t9EZEo95G-bTYV4K4lx1V_wDK2w3S69wcNmvHnGU-x4Ml3YuE5Uz92DI6YQuYn2-XKC4ljfT89l1uN6GsfKIsrXZk_G80fAQ/s960/Paititi.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUzQzZ-HktneUljJT-tL1oFY0oHEljPTHhpEbtCvNQvwnMYkpx0gqmyy6V3W1Jqyxq4R0XkzlTf6E23n093tOH4t9EZEo95G-bTYV4K4lx1V_wDK2w3S69wcNmvHnGU-x4Ml3YuE5Uz92DI6YQuYn2-XKC4ljfT89l1uN6GsfKIsrXZk_G80fAQ/s320/Paititi.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Paititi is a legendary lost city of the Inca which lies east of the Andes
in the remote rainforests of Peru or Brazil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Paititi was supposedly the last refuge of the Inca from the invading
Spanish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Vast amounts of golden objects
were evacuated to Paititi, making it perhaps one of the most spectacular
treasure sites in the world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In 2001, the Italian
archaeologist Mario Polia discovered the report of a missionary named Andres
Lopez sent to Europe about 1600.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
missionary describes a large city rich in gold, silver, and jewels, located in
the middle of the tropical jungle called Paititi. The priest himself never reached
Paititi but only heard about it from the local inhabitants.</span><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6H_mqL1gTPV9im2L02dV_tZctCvjV6SLiO_Lzk2Fh4c9Wsw6R_sRgYCYraxe7wvFUHocXBRnH0wWGsOAdoqAC1-nsKWVfZUlkRiiQJ8duqm916jTlFGVZs2jdZLSq7irA0xf0UXCuyVW0SEAmHN_QVEm7Rh7iu5c_lk-iK_pa8nWS6fO9VqTcw/s1147/PercyFawcett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1147" data-original-width="705" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6H_mqL1gTPV9im2L02dV_tZctCvjV6SLiO_Lzk2Fh4c9Wsw6R_sRgYCYraxe7wvFUHocXBRnH0wWGsOAdoqAC1-nsKWVfZUlkRiiQJ8duqm916jTlFGVZs2jdZLSq7irA0xf0UXCuyVW0SEAmHN_QVEm7Rh7iu5c_lk-iK_pa8nWS6fO9VqTcw/s320/PercyFawcett.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The British explorer Colonel Percy Fawcett and his party disappeared in
1925 during an expedition to find the lost city.</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Expeditions in search of Paititi continue into our own times.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuuLk-HCjRGcs3dLCZJxRkufI1vn63GPlkLrBlOpTLEaEDU9WD1FhkeVGTnOkq_ic94mbugUOfn14NUK9sq_7M61uHFaKreIQM3U4OL89hFp9Ed4s0I--xXyp-wWJgRdxgZv1Mg79vskSbROP7T_Zaecygsv-_OPosr14ncQgcNA4m-6JK75giQ/s1500/81Jil5C8GfL__SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="943" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiuuLk-HCjRGcs3dLCZJxRkufI1vn63GPlkLrBlOpTLEaEDU9WD1FhkeVGTnOkq_ic94mbugUOfn14NUK9sq_7M61uHFaKreIQM3U4OL89hFp9Ed4s0I--xXyp-wWJgRdxgZv1Mg79vskSbROP7T_Zaecygsv-_OPosr14ncQgcNA4m-6JK75giQ/s320/81Jil5C8GfL__SL1500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paititi-Treasure-Lost-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B003V5XBRK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418145852&sr=8-1&keywords=Paititi">Paititi (The Treasure of the Lost City)</a><br /></div><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-1453173506540837722023-08-26T16:38:00.000-04:002023-08-26T16:38:25.205-04:00The Grave of William Shakespeare, Statford-upon-Avon<p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVpDCgNty8bUMAxoXi8pjOgzeT3ZZ3dMmepo-a-IeFWl6L6H3GZF1YVQ6yhdEKQ0bTHid2yLMRxz9FsC4uzMy1xguowiDA9EckiQA1eu4w-tM4ZXrETXRhCKbhZxpMTlLCZ8gMpbbNvqreVlKoX5GRP75FXzxKhJt3T4FU9nzJ9iZVjeFxPe2hA/s1762/100_6017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1245" data-original-width="1762" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVpDCgNty8bUMAxoXi8pjOgzeT3ZZ3dMmepo-a-IeFWl6L6H3GZF1YVQ6yhdEKQ0bTHid2yLMRxz9FsC4uzMy1xguowiDA9EckiQA1eu4w-tM4ZXrETXRhCKbhZxpMTlLCZ8gMpbbNvqreVlKoX5GRP75FXzxKhJt3T4FU9nzJ9iZVjeFxPe2hA/w413-h291/100_6017a.jpg" width="413" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltJD36FD35SxHiTun6hiHcabvhh7o0KKEGhrDdPsW6AKeu4CT8kBRT17U7h2JZ4F57KSbxT8KaLZLqUxmeeem-iZnmO5wrl07RM4eqj7QPsyaSH3hTpXNrpQPIqa9s4E5v2zdje5325fcGABdrHiMu9-uSo4HXfwgaxOui8HOrQfiWu3gEGm0Uw/s2848/100_6020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkZGjAC112rDi3IbXOCdTNBa6wMDaQhKj7sBzMuU6xFP615AtWXpIBsMdIJh33bOEMzvJ5Xk1SCFkPin5N-sRoymDGN-sPV1TL2HeOa2uWOtcX9ohKrhdbNCBSOGzFwVqG_3Gx-ce8r8UTNimKxu2_8peuh8nZpYi7pxoq_O7_ee6FQ4xnWlwLQ/s2848/100_6020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkZGjAC112rDi3IbXOCdTNBa6wMDaQhKj7sBzMuU6xFP615AtWXpIBsMdIJh33bOEMzvJ5Xk1SCFkPin5N-sRoymDGN-sPV1TL2HeOa2uWOtcX9ohKrhdbNCBSOGzFwVqG_3Gx-ce8r8UTNimKxu2_8peuh8nZpYi7pxoq_O7_ee6FQ4xnWlwLQ/s320/100_6020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Shakespeare’s grave is
in Holy Trinity Church, in Stratford-upon-Avon. Shakespeare died on April 23,
1616, at the age of 52.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Inscription<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">GOOD
FRIEND FOR JESUS' SAKE FORBEAR,<br />
TO DIG THE DUST ENCLOSED HERE,<br />
BLESSED BE THE MAN THAT SPARES THESE STONES,<br />
AND CURSED BE HE THAT MOVES MY BONES.<br />
<br />
THE GRAVE<br />
OF THE POET<br />
WILLIAM<br />
SHAKESPEARE<br />
1564-1616<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The inscription is not an epitaph but a warning
against the common practice of recycling graves after ten years to allow for
new burials.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Shakespeare made no attempt to preserve his stage
works for posterity, believing that plays were not "literature"
worthy of print. Two of Shakespeare's longtime colleagues compiled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories,
& Tragedies </i>(1623), commonly known as the First Folio. It includes 18
previously unpublished plays (including <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Julius
Caesar</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Twelfth Night</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Macbeth</i>, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Antony and Cleopatra</i>, and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
Tempest</i>) that might otherwise have been lost. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NvBBeEhXPzM" width="320" youtube-src-id="NvBBeEhXPzM"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><b>Video</b></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-79794079113445743632023-08-24T16:18:00.011-04:002023-08-24T16:29:01.720-04:00The Grave of Jane Austen<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2_n8T0NC152E--VYqIQHH3PXGUX8rK9CJ8HRi10B9R_fAjk03opVmC97JXwVLwGnuDhQDi6D8M0TQGqKNSu594B8406ac2AgB1iVV4N-ZDfgJgTBTvEMPScEG7Nq27nga-n9AjhNv6aayOex9B5-Y978g_yU_TsjRGle5x1hsiNQvbReECdoLA/s1368/800px-Jane_Austen,_from_A_Memoir_of_Jane_Austen_(1870).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2_n8T0NC152E--VYqIQHH3PXGUX8rK9CJ8HRi10B9R_fAjk03opVmC97JXwVLwGnuDhQDi6D8M0TQGqKNSu594B8406ac2AgB1iVV4N-ZDfgJgTBTvEMPScEG7Nq27nga-n9AjhNv6aayOex9B5-Y978g_yU_TsjRGle5x1hsiNQvbReECdoLA/s320/800px-Jane_Austen,_from_A_Memoir_of_Jane_Austen_(1870).jpg" width="187" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jane Austen </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyVPtPQXwToY-F-JUdeVv-g3O0bPIOzVVjP2WmvCYIppioiyCl2P59B5pOyJn0a0pJAgdnsq7M7_IOCKnbJ7L420xeOZYqIzVa4yxSNLhl23A7yHwbkOb1eAhfLY5mzf8-vIkMwHHAcz1sIiU4Ei9xXS4gEnahomZoYbE7qodQWrYCk3c8KNX6w/s2848/100_5950.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyVPtPQXwToY-F-JUdeVv-g3O0bPIOzVVjP2WmvCYIppioiyCl2P59B5pOyJn0a0pJAgdnsq7M7_IOCKnbJ7L420xeOZYqIzVa4yxSNLhl23A7yHwbkOb1eAhfLY5mzf8-vIkMwHHAcz1sIiU4Ei9xXS4gEnahomZoYbE7qodQWrYCk3c8KNX6w/s320/100_5950.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Winchester Cathedral</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmVmGTb40Z6Pp_dKPNxdD7hO07nlHQZCZmX7IGYrd5RM4qXrAFfQLLr2FhJa5Hzt_N9Zh_PP2qbBIsbUtK0s8nQ_HngIKHFN_R5SQLnthvRTWM-_iN4Su_17cYEmwZ12Wnus2-5z575QH0JLNELXT-ZcYPjmYxz5Wdjws7_nRsBNJmNanFrRhyg/s2848/100_5965.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAmVmGTb40Z6Pp_dKPNxdD7hO07nlHQZCZmX7IGYrd5RM4qXrAFfQLLr2FhJa5Hzt_N9Zh_PP2qbBIsbUtK0s8nQ_HngIKHFN_R5SQLnthvRTWM-_iN4Su_17cYEmwZ12Wnus2-5z575QH0JLNELXT-ZcYPjmYxz5Wdjws7_nRsBNJmNanFrRhyg/s320/100_5965.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="text-align: center;">Jane Austen is buried in Winchester Cathedral, Winchester, England.</span><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">In Memory
of<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; line-height: 107%;"><div style="font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">JANE AUSTEN</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2;"><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">youngest daughter of the late</span></div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rev. GEORGE AUSTEN</span></div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">formerly Rector of Steventon in this Count.</span></div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She departed this Life in the 18th of July 1817,</span></div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">aged 41, after a long illness supported with</span></div><div style="font-size: 12pt; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; text-align: center; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the patience and the hopes of a Christian.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The benevolence of her heart,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the sweetness of her temper, and</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the extraordinary endowments of her mind</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">obtained the regard of all who knew her and</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the warmest love of her intimate connections.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Their grief is in proportion to their affection</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">they know their loss to be irreparable,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but in their deepest affliction they are now consoled</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">by a firm though humble hope that her charity,</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">devotion, faith and purity, have rendered</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">her soul acceptable in the sight of her</span></div></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">REDEEMER.</span></div></span><o:p style="font-size: 12pt;"></o:p></span></span><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5Ygvf7DFDrtMiwmd0Z6eP9rZ4o_lsE8YS4YihPvCOojP7e2nuOIFJtbIwecGTs8dlvCVbxcPms6IBUcHsuqSPcVpsKMI_Ks5bTbI-YYI1MNlB9ipy_EBDQLv40oin_yD8qEqI-KJWUhhK3nrQJqHQXyzY-SbDvCTiOc-UkT3DoMDjjn-K1g6Tw/s499/51DrfPRnM1L._SX342_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="344" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5Ygvf7DFDrtMiwmd0Z6eP9rZ4o_lsE8YS4YihPvCOojP7e2nuOIFJtbIwecGTs8dlvCVbxcPms6IBUcHsuqSPcVpsKMI_Ks5bTbI-YYI1MNlB9ipy_EBDQLv40oin_yD8qEqI-KJWUhhK3nrQJqHQXyzY-SbDvCTiOc-UkT3DoMDjjn-K1g6Tw/s320/51DrfPRnM1L._SX342_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2zWxcCv">Civil War Graves of Northern Virginia</a><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-45096122286972173572023-08-11T18:05:00.000-04:002023-08-11T18:05:28.399-04:00The Last Veteran of the Battle of the Little Bighorn (Custer's Last Stand)?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBgk5G_nU330wgzLZW9UHHA1xh4UVMcmOtHaw4_elp8WGwrj8kzC_VS0Cuvqjm_L0qCVJUlXqiJA9M3jkYRyOFN3bbIWp4u_BKFc7mAhlgzltfmXG9kRmSiSKci7ymQLGCu42kTY-FGYbG6Oue7d9lLz3cdGEORejJEynGWW-85c7WVcNxBSJtw/s1156/Dewey_Beard_a.k.a._Iron_Hail_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1156" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBgk5G_nU330wgzLZW9UHHA1xh4UVMcmOtHaw4_elp8WGwrj8kzC_VS0Cuvqjm_L0qCVJUlXqiJA9M3jkYRyOFN3bbIWp4u_BKFc7mAhlgzltfmXG9kRmSiSKci7ymQLGCu42kTY-FGYbG6Oue7d9lLz3cdGEORejJEynGWW-85c7WVcNxBSJtw/s320/Dewey_Beard_a.k.a._Iron_Hail_a.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Iron Hail</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;">Wasu Maza (“Iron Hail”), who died in 1955 at the age
of ninety six, was the last known Lakota Sioux survivor (and probably the last
veteran from either side) of the Battle of the Little Bighorn.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;">Iron Hail was seventeen or eighteen on June 25,
1876, the day of battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the
battle he followed Sitting Bull across the border into Canada, later returning
to South Dakota.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Iron Hail was present at the Wounded Knee Massacre (1890).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was shot three times, twice in the
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mother, father, wife and
infant child were all killed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Iron Hail changed his
name to Dewey Beard when he converted to Christianity.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcHNwcqX5XKPsiYJrhyomuZIabTxHcla2L9PKh1gfQbpNH6ZVOu76dT92EuXfGXkSCzUryvhy9nquBN19-PHDa0PH3V6Brl5_rzeLZHP2NB7cL-n7SA3YNawfWTjpz11WMnVjaeBWdApgTNMmqMfKHqnqER3Net3OWl4Sf7vLyLDWxUfKIB2Jdw/s500/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcHNwcqX5XKPsiYJrhyomuZIabTxHcla2L9PKh1gfQbpNH6ZVOu76dT92EuXfGXkSCzUryvhy9nquBN19-PHDa0PH3V6Brl5_rzeLZHP2NB7cL-n7SA3YNawfWTjpz11WMnVjaeBWdApgTNMmqMfKHqnqER3Net3OWl4Sf7vLyLDWxUfKIB2Jdw/s320/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><span style="background: white; color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2qwUlCP">Custer’s Last Stand: Portraits in Time</a><br /></span><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhNORGlEhTHRaNFT8GxNO75XzMk8sdA_NorNg11nbhnVBs3t0U9UwIzgJ7ZCFUpRzi97ZRhUgFiLnCER2GxIBrB6Ogf3BNhR3xVGG6UAfswD0mxuKhakBlWTXbOAsjTItQj-Lmjb3WjMoik8TR74vLRE-VmLMKiiYLY1yDneDX69_lgh5J6qdrQ/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhNORGlEhTHRaNFT8GxNO75XzMk8sdA_NorNg11nbhnVBs3t0U9UwIzgJ7ZCFUpRzi97ZRhUgFiLnCER2GxIBrB6Ogf3BNhR3xVGG6UAfswD0mxuKhakBlWTXbOAsjTItQj-Lmjb3WjMoik8TR74vLRE-VmLMKiiYLY1yDneDX69_lgh5J6qdrQ/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-75562474589191481462023-07-30T16:04:00.003-04:002023-07-30T16:04:37.431-04:00The Last Confederate General to Surrender<p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQJMAYhOVTZeBWmzWlM028q8jXQR1GQIdSy7Cg6W58Q-AJF9G1h2ABhw2dAHWH_3pS1RbH3bKxsrfXLf8XgbU1F0yQlSIFVOzzweWIWlVxfsd59q_nbx9G_SeG0wYQQMN_bW0jdQ0MFEvjXjnjqi4mzmi5wg-GWOrD6HojcouhUsvW2s9otT-og/s2848/100_5813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQJMAYhOVTZeBWmzWlM028q8jXQR1GQIdSy7Cg6W58Q-AJF9G1h2ABhw2dAHWH_3pS1RbH3bKxsrfXLf8XgbU1F0yQlSIFVOzzweWIWlVxfsd59q_nbx9G_SeG0wYQQMN_bW0jdQ0MFEvjXjnjqi4mzmi5wg-GWOrD6HojcouhUsvW2s9otT-og/s320/100_5813.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stand
Watie (1806-1871), was a Cherokee chief who signed the treating forcing removal
of the Cherokees from Georgia to the Indian Territory (present day
Oklahoma).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the American Civil War
he joined the Confederate cause, raising and commanding the first volunteer
Cherokee regiment, the Cherokee Mounted Rifles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Appointed as a colonel, Watie was promoted to brigadier general in 1864
after many successful engagements as a raider and cavalry commander in the Trans-Mississippi
Theater of Operations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Watie was the
last Confederate general to surrender (June 23, 1865).</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrAzV8yiR3_MyBnDx8HxhzK1wnfK8oPV3Rj2ElNDZuJxQdzAEZQe_91BcUpuRB7baRzxv646mvy9HxxUlVC11e9TvyIKpcqsuM45rYzNPeL6KRu6oohzt1Ntc9l-_wVcwFRmMAOAyOwUgfS7RbjJ3bKFE9QKnEhFWUduMWXr5x0knpCOofjkcqw/s499/41ipbuTQx8L._SX346_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="348" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrAzV8yiR3_MyBnDx8HxhzK1wnfK8oPV3Rj2ElNDZuJxQdzAEZQe_91BcUpuRB7baRzxv646mvy9HxxUlVC11e9TvyIKpcqsuM45rYzNPeL6KRu6oohzt1Ntc9l-_wVcwFRmMAOAyOwUgfS7RbjJ3bKFE9QKnEhFWUduMWXr5x0knpCOofjkcqw/s320/41ipbuTQx8L._SX346_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2C1aAS2">Treasure Legends of the Civil War</a><br /></p><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBo-R2c3yZMJSHszWcF782y2iF5kJoERA53o4eZuLz6Zjov67_KPcZrgvkz_IjEbjwMMZQ14vIhS7muj_sEPeqH86leSYYUmS63yyuWwca2dUX8IgZbC9iPUE-BQvjivuiES0eSS_jqQQa2rrXyYpK8XYk1I1j6E_b_SRMVtTew4pciOOMRNcZQ/s320/41-+vhz01JL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBo-R2c3yZMJSHszWcF782y2iF5kJoERA53o4eZuLz6Zjov67_KPcZrgvkz_IjEbjwMMZQ14vIhS7muj_sEPeqH86leSYYUmS63yyuWwca2dUX8IgZbC9iPUE-BQvjivuiES0eSS_jqQQa2rrXyYpK8XYk1I1j6E_b_SRMVtTew4pciOOMRNcZQ/s1600/41-+vhz01JL.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://amzn.to/2r4pz6o">The Civil War Wedding</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-27682628199309652592023-06-14T16:59:00.000-04:002023-06-14T16:59:55.711-04:00The Enlisted Men’s Petition in Support of Major Reno<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2asjT0jCaoTM6AZGNQNaSzfDnyiD3EcfK4aCbhyg4F4Msf-CjLrn21rJ8cGA3T1ypQyGILFJolEftMxD7GfcSPYPnXfC5QmQkhw1JhYJy1qJIpObP88sWR7L4sDhnihlqWln-A9WD-4iOCyfD49JZL4MenJ00HOxZvK-INbiuZEc7OX7eRWA/s254/MAReno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="179" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2asjT0jCaoTM6AZGNQNaSzfDnyiD3EcfK4aCbhyg4F4Msf-CjLrn21rJ8cGA3T1ypQyGILFJolEftMxD7GfcSPYPnXfC5QmQkhw1JhYJy1qJIpObP88sWR7L4sDhnihlqWln-A9WD-4iOCyfD49JZL4MenJ00HOxZvK-INbiuZEc7OX7eRWA/w244-h346/MAReno.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 22.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.5pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #202020; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">After the battle of the Little Bighorn this petition, dated July 4, 1876,
was sent by the enlisted men of the Seventh Cavalry to the President and Congress
of the United States:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 22.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.5pt;"><span style="background: white; color: #202020;">"To his
Excellency the President</span><span style="color: #202020;"><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">And the honorable Representatives</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Of the United States.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Gentleman,</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">"We the enlisted men the survivors of the
battle on the heights of Little Horn River, on the 25th and 26th of June 1876,
of the 7th Regiment of Cavalry who subscribe our names to this petition, most
earnestly solicit the President and Representatives of our Country, that the
vacancies among the Commissioned Officers of our Regiment, made by the
slaughter of our brave, heroic now lamented Lieutenant Colonel George A.
Custer, and the other noble dead Commissioned Officers of our Regiment who fell
close by him on the bloody field, daring the savage demons to the last, be
filled by the officers of the Regiment only. That Major M.A. Reno, be our
Lieutenant Colonel since Custer, killed; Captain F.W. Benteen our Major since
Reno, promoted. The other vacancies to be filled by officers of the Regiment by
seniority. Your petitioners know this to be contrary to the established rule of
promotion, but prayerfully solicit a deviation from the usual rule in this
case, as it will be conferring a bravely fought for and a justly merited
promotion on Officers who by their bravery, coolness and decision on the 25th
and 26th of June 1876, saved the lives of every man now living of the 7th
Cavalry who participated in the battle, one of the most bloody on record and
one that would have ended with the loss of life of every Officer and enlisted
man on the field; only for the position taken by Major Reno, which we held with
bitter tenacity against fearful odds to the last.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">"To support this assertion-had our position
been taken 100 yards back from the brink of the heights overlooking the river
we would have been entirely cut off from water; and from behind those heights
the Indian demons would have swarmed in hundreds picking off our men by detail,
and before midday June 26th not on officer or enlisted man of our Regiment
would have been left to tell of our dreadful fate as we then would have been
completely surrounded.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">"With the prayerful hope that our petition be
granted, we have the honor to forward it through our Commanding Officer."</span></span></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #181818; letter-spacing: .6pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020;"><span style="background: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQqBKalxoDKvfNlcL_2PlaJh37kbU44-nyUN4sViZPC-m9v7N4sWrGVreVvLAT06CGDkZ5zrDx1OIce6LqQrpbs8UNapVtR3gTJ2u3VFyBrXQQC9OTpFiUHrBzjC6oWEaHV4DF5c4GQFMcBux2MR7FrRfmaBtLGtc3KoOgIXP_bf7487i2zw/s500/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQqBKalxoDKvfNlcL_2PlaJh37kbU44-nyUN4sViZPC-m9v7N4sWrGVreVvLAT06CGDkZ5zrDx1OIce6LqQrpbs8UNapVtR3gTJ2u3VFyBrXQQC9OTpFiUHrBzjC6oWEaHV4DF5c4GQFMcBux2MR7FrRfmaBtLGtc3KoOgIXP_bf7487i2zw/s320/415WAvf7i3L.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2qwUlCP">Custer’s Last Stand: Portraits in Time</a><br /></span><p></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020;"><span style="background: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8deTe4JWaDxwMe8l1WUeNVXLt6i2jg4V5F5NWoOXPhT48-sYcjkjbIzxuWqoaWRoTVWxdkTWg7Nzl5EKKT61lY4_A2ulLyWz9dEFLX_EnimzRXMtyC-b9Hxwt0RnEVOkM7S3BiLMyM2WZHV2SCftcz-Dk3BKLyhEpf3Xfz0yx5P1URDuJRgs/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8deTe4JWaDxwMe8l1WUeNVXLt6i2jg4V5F5NWoOXPhT48-sYcjkjbIzxuWqoaWRoTVWxdkTWg7Nzl5EKKT61lY4_A2ulLyWz9dEFLX_EnimzRXMtyC-b9Hxwt0RnEVOkM7S3BiLMyM2WZHV2SCftcz-Dk3BKLyhEpf3Xfz0yx5P1URDuJRgs/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-54096871002822138922023-05-07T13:51:00.002-04:002023-05-07T13:51:16.881-04:00The Most Accurate Representation: “Custer’s Last Stand”<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42AVEUSnzPX3IollPae0rOAfc89-Y0kVCCtiuyZvxwsKK0YvKc50D-4DjnN0fZVOdJRPZvBJWBx5i9AOmYHaWmLF8H5MwJzXjVvE9f1qGmhcAj7oUhjT9dp8bwQkHfo7dNMDjEQB6cs2YE4Bhfc6llF48PANkhp-WY5vQg3jcV5ZTIcxfr1Y/s1200/1200px-Edgar_Samuel_Paxson_-_Custer's_Last_Stand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1200" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42AVEUSnzPX3IollPae0rOAfc89-Y0kVCCtiuyZvxwsKK0YvKc50D-4DjnN0fZVOdJRPZvBJWBx5i9AOmYHaWmLF8H5MwJzXjVvE9f1qGmhcAj7oUhjT9dp8bwQkHfo7dNMDjEQB6cs2YE4Bhfc6llF48PANkhp-WY5vQg3jcV5ZTIcxfr1Y/w509-h344/1200px-Edgar_Samuel_Paxson_-_Custer's_Last_Stand.jpg" width="509" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;">In 1877 a twenty-five year old
Edgar S. Paxson arrived in Montana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nearly
twenty-five years later the frontier artist completed what many regard as </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">“the best pictoral representation of the battle,” a 6 by
9 foot painting he called “Custer’s Last Stand”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">The
artist spent twenty years researching, and eight years painting the monumental
work, interviewing nearly one hundred men on both sides including the </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Sioux chief Gall and the
Cheyenne warrior Two Moon.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">From these interviews Paxson, in </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;">his effort to achieve historical accuracy, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">made detailed journals
about the equipment, attire, and physical location of each man on the
battlefield.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Upon completion the painting went on a tour
around America, with an admission price of twenty-five cents.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">The painting now resides at the Buffalo Bill
Center of the West.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-themecolor: text1;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 6pt 0in; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNK8zQRfLoQR5ObkvbGJADdpWZz5KzPyrwNcSjOdIAuLvhWbIfgvgshr3lpyydn79XtIbZTOaDCCj7C_gnZsryZm_YMx0KO7YtKHb-ynfpL-eYC3qf4otiVUYmFDxiZxVldz27tY8w3bsmZzkBeWfZ1skXKtcYz-WWf6HQhQCnO6XxWrksI0/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNK8zQRfLoQR5ObkvbGJADdpWZz5KzPyrwNcSjOdIAuLvhWbIfgvgshr3lpyydn79XtIbZTOaDCCj7C_gnZsryZm_YMx0KO7YtKHb-ynfpL-eYC3qf4otiVUYmFDxiZxVldz27tY8w3bsmZzkBeWfZ1skXKtcYz-WWf6HQhQCnO6XxWrksI0/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></span><p></p><br /><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-41987002546742183502023-04-28T10:35:00.004-04:002023-04-28T10:39:21.369-04:00Custer’s Last Fight and Anheuser-Busch <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMxI6iR4Eo1z8tyJfckb5kIB1NOr5eA2jY2VgxJ472FSLofwCTEHJMLcXTtkFV-U4p0xM_62bGLhRGvtZJDvNzcDb5LP558KXHC-H6J_cZcHK-ClgZdUVtbpzgOyG8GcYl_29xFbv4LoMgUYPBb9EuXBBnkES2ER64wYOL5OgbNVEs3rIW7A/s473/45e4414342532654018574e33f3f4daf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="473" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMxI6iR4Eo1z8tyJfckb5kIB1NOr5eA2jY2VgxJ472FSLofwCTEHJMLcXTtkFV-U4p0xM_62bGLhRGvtZJDvNzcDb5LP558KXHC-H6J_cZcHK-ClgZdUVtbpzgOyG8GcYl_29xFbv4LoMgUYPBb9EuXBBnkES2ER64wYOL5OgbNVEs3rIW7A/w472-h354/45e4414342532654018574e33f3f4daf.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 6.0pt; margin: 6pt 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">In
1884 the artists Cassilly Adams completed a painting he named <i>Custer’s Last Fight. </i>The painting was sold to John Ferber the
owner of a saloon in St. Louis, Missouri, where the picture was prominently displayed. The brewer Adolphus Busch acquired the painting
and the saloon in 1892 when Ferber went broke.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Busch commissioned </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Otto F. Becker, to produce lithographs based
on the painting to be used as advertising.
The first advertising prints appeared in 1896 with a run of fifteen
thousand prints. There have been
eighteen subsequent editions with over one million copies having been produced. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
original Adams painting was destroyed by fire on June 13, 1946.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb3gHRFdfG6HefOZE6fXGuxAvB1Om92kPEzDdu3fdhxDBpnezhNkyARLYKur14kjZJsw5jNLieDojt-nvOCL1gdjl0Pe2qhN2-oEaDrMLJPv8zxK230hT4CcxTnPk4SaHuiPJxcNVzjI8Q4kZjrRqB38vg7c-blQ7ZWk4HWQ0_gWvbK_zsZo/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb3gHRFdfG6HefOZE6fXGuxAvB1Om92kPEzDdu3fdhxDBpnezhNkyARLYKur14kjZJsw5jNLieDojt-nvOCL1gdjl0Pe2qhN2-oEaDrMLJPv8zxK230hT4CcxTnPk4SaHuiPJxcNVzjI8Q4kZjrRqB38vg7c-blQ7ZWk4HWQ0_gWvbK_zsZo/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><a href="Amazon.com: Custer's Last Stand Re-Examined eBook : Mills, Charles A.: Kindle Store"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Custers-Stand-Re-Examined-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B0BWX1D7R6?ref_=ast_author_dp">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a></span></div><p></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-90789979019128180272023-04-22T17:52:00.004-04:002023-04-22T17:52:48.347-04:00George Washington’s Dogs<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8Z4fLSBdU18i9VoLbAjyPuzzk6gHRT0-q28N9Lrpml801sUdTw9tOLDfG8Waaaa33y0JCLL9ZmW_MWTDa4esQmnx2j7rc3goqdqWMhsfRRxXep_dIEU6M8wGflkN6PPXk1d5j8GEPTDjRUKDwS0B4IVxYzsJpqwoVAsbjEXBFUnzsqsyPOI/s328/GW%20and%20dogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="328" data-original-width="210" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8Z4fLSBdU18i9VoLbAjyPuzzk6gHRT0-q28N9Lrpml801sUdTw9tOLDfG8Waaaa33y0JCLL9ZmW_MWTDa4esQmnx2j7rc3goqdqWMhsfRRxXep_dIEU6M8wGflkN6PPXk1d5j8GEPTDjRUKDwS0B4IVxYzsJpqwoVAsbjEXBFUnzsqsyPOI/s320/GW%20and%20dogs.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: #181818; letter-spacing: 0.6pt;">George
Washington loved dogs and had some fifty dogs of many different breeds during
his lifetime.</span><span style="color: #181818; letter-spacing: 0.6pt;"> </span><span style="color: #181818; letter-spacing: 0.6pt;">Breeds at Mount Vernon
included Briards, Dalmatians, English foxhounds, French hounds, Greyhounds,
Italian Greyhounds, mastiffs, Newfoundlands, pointers, spaniels and terriers.</span><p></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 22.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.5pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-themecolor: text1;">Records
show that Washington owned French hounds named Tipsy, Mopsey, Truelove, and
Ragman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He began to crossbreed the big
French hounds with his own smaller native hounds to create a new breed of
hound. The American Kennel Club recognizes Washington as the founder
of the American foxhound.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 21.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Terriers were useful on
the farm because they hunted and killed rats.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Washington used spaniels both to flush out land birds from their hiding
places and to retrieve birds after they had been shot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">In
1786 Washington paid 12 shillings for a “coach dog” (a Dalmatian)
named Madame Moose. In August 1787, he purchased a male coach dog to breed with
her. He noted in his diary: “A new coach dog [arrived] for the benefit of
Madame Moose; her amorous fits should therefore be attended to.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkyr7QMbk6pE8F2aSqq1EyPiAntOss8EM0M4huWiU4Hs7YxjrmHRxJpu-f_E1gSWORxwFpK0Kz-EueaHy4aNYKK2oJi0AWOeUslre0jpiLrkWMcOR8QQ_AmL70wDlhkT-DYwvzltoyjNHrp40JxWDb8WTyiRRyc4QRHhoQbz7W3vfYQC6jLs/s499/51IqP7T2cuS._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="332" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkyr7QMbk6pE8F2aSqq1EyPiAntOss8EM0M4huWiU4Hs7YxjrmHRxJpu-f_E1gSWORxwFpK0Kz-EueaHy4aNYKK2oJi0AWOeUslre0jpiLrkWMcOR8QQ_AmL70wDlhkT-DYwvzltoyjNHrp40JxWDb8WTyiRRyc4QRHhoQbz7W3vfYQC6jLs/s320/51IqP7T2cuS._SX330_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Virginia-Legends-Lore-American-ebook/dp/B09DGTYX27/ref=sr_1_1?camp=1789&creative=9325&keywords=Virginia+Legends+and+Lore&linkCode=ur2&linkId=1525ca8c5c9de4bdebabd756f7b59c8b&qid=1682200128&s=books&sr=1-1&_encoding=UTF8&tag=timetravel21-20&linkCode=ur2&linkId=6098580c5f8a6f2f658bb82440e74b5d&camp=1789&creative=9325">Virginia Legends and Lore</a><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-23403143285611278822023-04-07T13:24:00.002-04:002023-04-07T13:24:54.384-04:00Elves in Iceland<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgMF5GZomDTYYJY382TTV7-QjTSvcvOQKxAc66qNwWBMVLfZ2_4R-lqacmd2mksXoutl29mN_CISjsJiqed8NBdp8P437v7RHPRniG0nAwWmabFgoDvk9QiXjfgB8XlLLiH2baG2RsfeCMzAGeZbybv9Zg6xSK73rz7icS2h3X4lFANvror8/s2848/100_4065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="2848" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgMF5GZomDTYYJY382TTV7-QjTSvcvOQKxAc66qNwWBMVLfZ2_4R-lqacmd2mksXoutl29mN_CISjsJiqed8NBdp8P437v7RHPRniG0nAwWmabFgoDvk9QiXjfgB8XlLLiH2baG2RsfeCMzAGeZbybv9Zg6xSK73rz7icS2h3X4lFANvror8/w419-h314/100_4065.jpg" width="419" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Elves, or "hidden people" as they are
commonly referred to in Iceland, are a part of Icelandic folklore and
mythology. According to Icelandic folklore, they are supernatural beings that
live in rocks, mountains, and hills, and are said to possess magical powers. There
are said to be 13 varieties of elves in Iceland, ranging in size from a few
inches tall to almost human height.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Some Icelanders believe that the presence of elves can
affect construction and development projects, and it is not uncommon for
builders and architects to consult with "elf communicators" or
"elf experts" to determine if there are any elves living in the area
that may be disturbed by the construction.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One famous story of elf sightings in Iceland is the
case of the Elf Rock in the town of Hafnarfjörður. The rock, which is believed
to be an elf habitat, was threatened by construction in the 1970s. The story
goes that a group of Icelanders protested the construction, claiming that it
would anger the elves and bring bad luck to the town. Eventually, the
construction was redirected to avoid disturbing the Elf Rock, and it remains a
popular tourist attraction to this day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Some Icelanders believe that elves can be found in
urban areas as well, and there have been reports of sightings in gardens,
parks, and even on city streets.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It is worth noting that the belief in elves is deeply
ingrained in Icelandic culture and is taken very seriously by some Icelanders.
While outsiders may view it as a superstition or an oddity, for many
Icelanders, it is an important part of their cultural heritage and identity.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA76Lo2jhDCbsuNBekFfH4KQQwSFQyjPybefZyFawEPumFIskDpICD7Go_g4eUWo6qLuEuKWe5-GTRuXes1rH_6UUqSNhWhZnGwOacAUtMB0eq1Mj2oKKWbQ6JdSKv9QaeB19QBsKo66gNMoZl4M4_a0NTzDLnI9BrUvUiXA2YQDg8wEw74jA/s1500/81YhKOMvtlL__SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="943" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA76Lo2jhDCbsuNBekFfH4KQQwSFQyjPybefZyFawEPumFIskDpICD7Go_g4eUWo6qLuEuKWe5-GTRuXes1rH_6UUqSNhWhZnGwOacAUtMB0eq1Mj2oKKWbQ6JdSKv9QaeB19QBsKo66gNMoZl4M4_a0NTzDLnI9BrUvUiXA2YQDg8wEw74jA/s320/81YhKOMvtlL__SL1500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2nIQa8d">Secrets of Mysterious Islands</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk73H6lOxPvsG9YJKG_TzYyv9kXgHGmeUk_Et-IRZwHrnAbq7jKIVpdlS2nrSsus1L0DeMLuIsSsLS8-jp9EFZzzdt7C_puJ_EAs96rQAfy00D6Dyd-_ILtLd66jgKHPvn-jtFz8pKubXuA5f3dvPKI0s8ySi8-2FGjFASd2lZDILxjLoBHg/s1500/81ameD03kWL__SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="943" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk73H6lOxPvsG9YJKG_TzYyv9kXgHGmeUk_Et-IRZwHrnAbq7jKIVpdlS2nrSsus1L0DeMLuIsSsLS8-jp9EFZzzdt7C_puJ_EAs96rQAfy00D6Dyd-_ILtLd66jgKHPvn-jtFz8pKubXuA5f3dvPKI0s8ySi8-2FGjFASd2lZDILxjLoBHg/s320/81ameD03kWL__SL1500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2DCsr3u">Legends of Lost Treasure</a><br /></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-68123545384076373502023-03-31T16:41:00.014-04:002023-03-31T16:53:34.430-04:00Marcus Reno’s Account of His Charge at the Little Bighorn<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-d2-VVSj_5S7h_EGROg_JZrKKWgVRdAVsjXMnMqQyDV4p5tI_DLXeHcrqab_u8cCIgyZUV0xpW7oe1OFB5JCsuPuLrzFIfI7exOA7mmVSYtkczT8p-2x95V79EHWlx3iYuL122_sF69CWzXG5YVhF_L-Vfa7Ng-tITGYI9oBa-UiDh2jdUeQ/s254/MAReno.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="254" data-original-width="179" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-d2-VVSj_5S7h_EGROg_JZrKKWgVRdAVsjXMnMqQyDV4p5tI_DLXeHcrqab_u8cCIgyZUV0xpW7oe1OFB5JCsuPuLrzFIfI7exOA7mmVSYtkczT8p-2x95V79EHWlx3iYuL122_sF69CWzXG5YVhF_L-Vfa7Ng-tITGYI9oBa-UiDh2jdUeQ/w268-h380/MAReno.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 22.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.5pt; margin: 22.5pt 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black;">From the<i> New
York Herald</i> August 8, 1876<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 22.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 22.5pt; margin: 22.5pt 0in;"><span style="background: white;"></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black;">After crossing
the ford I sent word to </span><span style="color: black;">Custer</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> that the Indians were in front and very strong, but
charged on down, supposing that I was being followed by him. </span>As I neared the village, I saw Indians passing
from the hill behind my left flank. I knew no support could be coming, so I
dismounted and took possession of a point of woods about a half mile upstream
from the village, sheltered my horses and advanced to the attack, reaching
within 200 yards of the village. The Indians then came out in overwhelming
numbers, and it was plain to me that the salvation of my command depended on
reaching a defensive position, which was accomplished by charging through the
Indians to the bluffs, where I was joined by the other companies commanded
by <span style="background: white; color: black;">Colonel Benteen </span><span style="background: white; color: black;">and </span><span style="background: white; color: black;">Captain McDougall. </span><span style="background: white; color: black;">The ford we crossed in getting to the bluff was not
the same we had passed in going to attack the village. It was in front of the
bluff, and it was partially by accident that we found it.</span><span style="background: white; color: black;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><a name="112" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></a><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">When I went into action I had only 112 men and
officers of the Seventh with me and some twenty-five scouts. If I had not made
the charge for the bluffs my command would undoubtedly have been annihilated as </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Custer</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">'s was. The great mistake in the beginning was
that we underestimated the Indian strength. The lowest computation puts the
Indian strength at about 2,500, and some think there were 5,000 warriors
present.</span></span><span style="color: #181818; letter-spacing: 0.6pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white; color: black;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZkdkVMAY8I">Custer's Last Stand: Reno's Charge ( Battle of the Little Bighorn) - YouTube</a></span></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: black;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background: white; margin: 22.5pt 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="background: white; color: black;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_NWa-leQP9FoawPVLoO6eyn2x_30-b4cvRd06WMLCNYbueBGo-QCdtrA883G04SPimwmglGBbst5m8EBLLhU5RdZ_YoJBIOfJJ3KiZ1x6pLxc9WR8cm6yuM3iqOuQ5GaLn2wIpDJos7ztWg_AGrwb9q5blMYIVIf4B9PhVyKqg_lPVdFXsQ/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_NWa-leQP9FoawPVLoO6eyn2x_30-b4cvRd06WMLCNYbueBGo-QCdtrA883G04SPimwmglGBbst5m8EBLLhU5RdZ_YoJBIOfJJ3KiZ1x6pLxc9WR8cm6yuM3iqOuQ5GaLn2wIpDJos7ztWg_AGrwb9q5blMYIVIf4B9PhVyKqg_lPVdFXsQ/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Custer%27s+Last+Stand+Re-Examined&i=digital-text&crid=R5Z4GQ5IDGYC&sprefix=custer%27s+last+stand+re-examined+%2Cdigital-text%2C69&ref=nb_sb_noss">Custer's Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24EkMQMcjqSiNEtphHFDA4yjpChoyN_pvFNCCmx2FJup0ES4glGWVIO5FQKT3daNP9GbXgl-XHBGGmysvmAKuvCR0hIGovToTlrq62EVeZhpbiUC39Kg2dewngVj4lym3ggbFovdBU2fycQUmSko8eV_wf6wF8UpCO5H4JQT8cgOkjbOJl6E/s500/41u7hjnsmiL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24EkMQMcjqSiNEtphHFDA4yjpChoyN_pvFNCCmx2FJup0ES4glGWVIO5FQKT3daNP9GbXgl-XHBGGmysvmAKuvCR0hIGovToTlrq62EVeZhpbiUC39Kg2dewngVj4lym3ggbFovdBU2fycQUmSko8eV_wf6wF8UpCO5H4JQT8cgOkjbOJl6E/s320/41u7hjnsmiL.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2Ouqyd8">Legends of the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></div><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-63854589885131509062023-03-29T17:34:00.005-04:002023-03-29T17:34:53.112-04:00Charles Byrne: The Irish Giant<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8epAaoSLThZ2rc9OYeuGCtdLETOSDM_3P6kI8SERoZjGlSY9neywYIvPJqa1AH5TIXDIBdSnTuMeSN6N0aAECd4bfJ50QMyYVoNgpTKk8tF_OaTkACSzQ21WvEM3cH_DTxPy7btOJFrqpFb4Ck01W955m0WddooZfnJYoSSOGGnh95vLaT0/s382/66604445-0-image-a-33_1673825930204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="313" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8epAaoSLThZ2rc9OYeuGCtdLETOSDM_3P6kI8SERoZjGlSY9neywYIvPJqa1AH5TIXDIBdSnTuMeSN6N0aAECd4bfJ50QMyYVoNgpTKk8tF_OaTkACSzQ21WvEM3cH_DTxPy7btOJFrqpFb4Ck01W955m0WddooZfnJYoSSOGGnh95vLaT0/s320/66604445-0-image-a-33_1673825930204.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Charles Byrne, also known as "The Irish
Giant," was born in 1761 in County Londonderry, Ireland. He was a man of
extraordinary height, reaching a height of over 7 feet 7 inches, making him one
of the tallest men in history. Byrne's height made him a curiosity during his
lifetime, and his body became the subject of scientific study and public
fascination after his death.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Byrne's early life is shrouded in mystery, but he is
believed to have grown up in rural Ireland. He first came to public attention
in the 1780s, when he began exhibiting himself as a curiosity in London's
streets and taverns. Byrne quickly became a sensation, attracting large crowds
of people who were eager to see the "tallest man in the world." He also
gained the attention of several prominent figures, including King George III
and the artist Joshua Reynolds.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Despite his fame, Byrne's life was not an easy one. He
struggled to make a living as a curiosity, and his height made him the subject
of ridicule and discrimination. Byrne was also plagued by health problems,
including respiratory issues and joint pain, which were likely caused by his
size.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In 1783, Byrne was introduced to John Hunter, a
prominent surgeon and anatomist who was fascinated by the human body. Hunter
convinced Byrne to allow him to study his body after his death, promising to
bury him at sea to prevent his remains from being used for scientific research.
Byrne agreed to the arrangement, and Hunter paid him a significant sum of money
in exchange.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In 1783, Byrne died suddenly at the age of 22, likely
from complications related to his size. Hunter quickly seized the opportunity
to study Byrne's body and he had it embalmed and put on display in his anatomy
museum in London. Byrne's body remained on display for several decades, and it
became one of the most famous attractions in London.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Despite Hunter's promise to bury Byrne at sea, his
body was eventually acquired by the Royal College of Surgeons of England, where
it remained on display until <span style="background: white; color: #202122;">January
11, 2023, when it was announced that Byrne’s skeleton was being retired from
public display.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="background: white; color: #202122;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7V49CxT-wJwu0LZYm7Pm4qpXs12Y7r5dCXPv659udWK3Q5C6oSSUhhRvh8mlHxDlQfh4K8Je_bJXOyeR5bLGA-s4Bn4sNqe982Lit47UC-GGb5e6sqK5-SUlYE1qKHw7TrIuRuUIxoVcVh8vF5TuWC7eq5BkRXgc8MRRcj7kexf5aKTz6yrc/s320/GMMlulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="212" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7V49CxT-wJwu0LZYm7Pm4qpXs12Y7r5dCXPv659udWK3Q5C6oSSUhhRvh8mlHxDlQfh4K8Je_bJXOyeR5bLGA-s4Bn4sNqe982Lit47UC-GGb5e6sqK5-SUlYE1qKHw7TrIuRuUIxoVcVh8vF5TuWC7eq5BkRXgc8MRRcj7kexf5aKTz6yrc/s1600/GMMlulu.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202122; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><a href="https://amzn.to/2FvEJJS">Gold, Murder and Monsters in the Superstition Mountains</a><br /></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVg7g4hfPQAs7gG8Vp2HhkIGsl2EFtngQNPx3kvOtCtuFsV0zVOJ6dxDJNCdhL6gTPjJ65mAeLj5DKksTG6rD1V2TjkFbXGGvVIuRKBOWI_BEcWXyCXUTxPVqTXaniUstkfORzCbEWkdHxUPlvyuPzqJinXd54b801NhMCPB5yXtJXKZ4BZzY/s1500/81Jil5C8GfL__SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="943" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVg7g4hfPQAs7gG8Vp2HhkIGsl2EFtngQNPx3kvOtCtuFsV0zVOJ6dxDJNCdhL6gTPjJ65mAeLj5DKksTG6rD1V2TjkFbXGGvVIuRKBOWI_BEcWXyCXUTxPVqTXaniUstkfORzCbEWkdHxUPlvyuPzqJinXd54b801NhMCPB5yXtJXKZ4BZzY/s320/81Jil5C8GfL__SL1500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paititi-Treasure-Lost-Charles-Mills-ebook/dp/B003V5XBRK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418145852&sr=8-1&keywords=Paititi">Paititi (The Treasure of the Lost City)</a><br /></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-48945233772721858842023-03-27T14:17:00.008-04:002023-03-27T14:23:26.394-04:00Is Custer’s Battlefield Haunted?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhQ0imjZWKGebf6AwWwpGzrtJphpbtH5gAkmnu4HXNjLB5URzVWm0nhgLjilCFGQlO9qfBAi0fE4qxABmVnOjR6NEtllviCAeh282sszYXe39rIcEFbncHExWekJwgpYCGUie23GXGmCwancs5w99PA5NAyuFIPiH0k11xuL4ORgtDVEd50k/s1200/1200px-Edgar_Samuel_Paxson_-_Custer's_Last_Stand.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="1200" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhQ0imjZWKGebf6AwWwpGzrtJphpbtH5gAkmnu4HXNjLB5URzVWm0nhgLjilCFGQlO9qfBAi0fE4qxABmVnOjR6NEtllviCAeh282sszYXe39rIcEFbncHExWekJwgpYCGUie23GXGmCwancs5w99PA5NAyuFIPiH0k11xuL4ORgtDVEd50k/w452-h305/1200px-Edgar_Samuel_Paxson_-_Custer's_Last_Stand.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Over the years, the Little Bighorn Battlefield has
become the subject of numerous supernatural stories and legends. Visitors to
the site have reported experiencing a range of strange phenomena, including ghostly
apparitions, disembodied voices, and unexplained sounds.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">One of the most famous ghost stories associated with
the Little Bighorn Battlefield is that of the "ghost rider."
According to legend, a spectral figure on horseback can be seen riding through
the battlefield at night. Some have speculated that the rider is the ghost of
General Custer himself, while others believe it may be one of the Lakota Sioux
warriors who fought in the battle.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Another well-known supernatural occurrence at the
Little Bighorn Battlefield is the mysterious sound of drums. Visitors have
reported hearing the sound of drums beating in the distance, even when there is
no one playing them. Some have speculated that the drumming is the sound of the
Lakota Sioux performing a traditional ceremony, while others believe it may be
the ghostly echo of the battle itself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Other visitors to the Little Bighorn Battlefield have
reported seeing ghostly apparitions, including the figures of soldiers and
Native American warriors. Some have claimed to see the ghosts of soldiers
walking across the battlefield, or to feel the presence of unseen entities
watching them. Others have reported hearing the sound of battle cries and
gunfire, even though there is no one else around.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Despite the numerous reports of supernatural
occurrences at the Little Bighorn Battlefield, skeptics remain unconvinced.
Some believe that the stories are simply the result of overactive imaginations
or the power of suggestion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether or
not the supernatural occurrences at the Little Bighorn Battlefield are real,
they serve as a reminder of the power of place and the enduring legacy of
history. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzKhBI8Z0zQaiZ7iQZVhfT82ra4-wTaIC61OlhKP_4f6v0xJ31QED_vW_QKSwAR6XIIhCIZjxSztJXZEx_yk3kcWevr94IkGKy82w8d-KLs2yDNapVxIuR0wnP-JkkmeUnc8zf7T6qx3DzKjomGDAEcWvEoJYevoFcCLAFxh2571LoNP_als/s500/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzKhBI8Z0zQaiZ7iQZVhfT82ra4-wTaIC61OlhKP_4f6v0xJ31QED_vW_QKSwAR6XIIhCIZjxSztJXZEx_yk3kcWevr94IkGKy82w8d-KLs2yDNapVxIuR0wnP-JkkmeUnc8zf7T6qx3DzKjomGDAEcWvEoJYevoFcCLAFxh2571LoNP_als/s320/B0BWX1D7R6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Custer%27s+Last+Stand+Re-Examined&i=digital-text&crid=R5Z4GQ5IDGYC&sprefix=custer%27s+last+stand+re-examined+%2Cdigital-text%2C69&ref=nb_sb_noss">Custer’s Last Stand Re-examined</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-37454768179817805322023-03-24T12:49:00.001-04:002023-03-24T12:49:32.588-04:00The Black Brigade During the American Revolution<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1orYGa226pJIHlZePCBk7fG1WUQ3HNc0XEF1CG0PaLG7XOnCsvFaq5le1_AfHL9zf8DgFa1xrQkfqR8Km1dDI-uvxFt6R9Jmx2d7Pp20ofbmx7zFiPKPf4VYuRwM8Bz2iUSlFHcwXBhOO8JqVrn4Wa_XgxMbduOEXjP6VWaKp-X8oBhTcVU/s299/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="220" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1orYGa226pJIHlZePCBk7fG1WUQ3HNc0XEF1CG0PaLG7XOnCsvFaq5le1_AfHL9zf8DgFa1xrQkfqR8Km1dDI-uvxFt6R9Jmx2d7Pp20ofbmx7zFiPKPf4VYuRwM8Bz2iUSlFHcwXBhOO8JqVrn4Wa_XgxMbduOEXjP6VWaKp-X8oBhTcVU/s1600/15.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">One small elite black raiding unit of twenty four men,
called the Black Brigade, became particularly terrifying for the American
rebels. The Black Brigade was led by an ex-slave known as Colonel Tye (an
honorary title).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1775 Tye ran away
from his master in New Jersey and drifted south.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reaching Virginia, he joined Lord Dunmore’s
Ethiopian Regiment in which he fought bravely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After that regiment disbanded, Tye returned to New Jersey to fight for
the King.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In June, 1778 he fought at the
Battle of Monmouth and captured a rebel militia captain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: black;">In July, 1779,
Tye's band launched a raid on Shrewsbury.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Using his intimate knowledge of Monmouth County's swamps, rivers and
inlets Tye continued to carry out a series of lightning raids, carrying away
clothing, furniture, horses and cattle from the homes of prominent rebels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>By 1780, Tye’s band had become a force to be
reckoned with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On June 9, Tye and his
men executed the rebel Joseph Murray, hated by the Loyalists for his murder of
Tory prisoners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On June 12 the Black
Brigade attacked the home of Barnes Smock, captured the rebel militia leader
and twelve of his men, and destroyed rebel cannon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a result of Tye’s raids, a large number of
New Jersey’s slaves fled to the British in New York seeking freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the summer of 1780 wore on, Tye continued
to confront and confuse the rebels, until in September, Tye </span>led a
surprise attack on the home of Captain Josiah Huddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During this skirmish Tye was shot in the
wrist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The minor wound festered and
became gangrenous, leading to Tye’s death.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OkbVin1fgapwsoQ4JiaEf5iMh6WXu1id8ksqIy5xl1eMQdkXZGhIHHiHJ2jcwhrVqa7ntBMWq3nwWSAXqJg8CK8zpKka_9x-XclnNeSO_iO6WRJxFTQ2YmsGZqjJvxKjIyIgdomOCp2Y7DycEj_itsblled60Be3I7MiFoLwO22fRrR2hdo/s1500/81lhO4SGIAL__SL1500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="943" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OkbVin1fgapwsoQ4JiaEf5iMh6WXu1id8ksqIy5xl1eMQdkXZGhIHHiHJ2jcwhrVqa7ntBMWq3nwWSAXqJg8CK8zpKka_9x-XclnNeSO_iO6WRJxFTQ2YmsGZqjJvxKjIyIgdomOCp2Y7DycEj_itsblled60Be3I7MiFoLwO22fRrR2hdo/s320/81lhO4SGIAL__SL1500_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Who-Were-Slaves-Founding-Fathers-ebook/dp/B0046ZRJ0O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401293285&sr=8-1&keywords=Who+Were+the+slaves+of+the+Founding+Fathers">Who Were the Slaves of the Founding Fathers?</a><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXZD38SBDszkoJDQ-l1x3se63e_wy-Usxvq4FkkmOHIN31qb2cZ27b7BZ5kIrX4FsmCDHxAphYZDSGLX3qmFSZg44To52pSMnZyMo7bxyJxs7ctxsPhmXu7r7L0ci7_hIw9kBGpkQMyjxW4XHNRz6vHnx2_jgGSnzt822sDxTRiXCDV04u_M/s2006/104343229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2006" data-original-width="1261" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXZD38SBDszkoJDQ-l1x3se63e_wy-Usxvq4FkkmOHIN31qb2cZ27b7BZ5kIrX4FsmCDHxAphYZDSGLX3qmFSZg44To52pSMnZyMo7bxyJxs7ctxsPhmXu7r7L0ci7_hIw9kBGpkQMyjxW4XHNRz6vHnx2_jgGSnzt822sDxTRiXCDV04u_M/s320/104343229.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://amzn.to/2rHndgo">Secrets of Early America 1607-1816</a><br /></span><p></p>asgcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024748302238911522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37732367.post-69333959474030379322023-03-10T17:20:00.000-05:002023-03-10T17:20:12.635-05:00Alternate History: The Chinese-American War of 2023<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">A lecture given to the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">Institute</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">Modern History</st1:placename></st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>,
Canadian <st1:place w:st="on">Union</st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">March 26, 2173<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Some people question the interest showered on the 150<sup>th</sup>
anniversary of the Sino-American War of 2023.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Isn’t it wrong to celebrate a war?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Well, we aren’t here today to celebrate war, which is always a terrible
thing, but to remember and take stock of those long-ago events that shaped the
world we know today.</p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Tibet</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>The fourteenth Dalai Lama,
Tibet’s supreme spiritual leader, was, at last, dead at the age of 87. The Chinese <i>Global Times </i>poured scorn on Western claims that he had been
murdered. “ The Dalai Lama always wore religious clothes while carrying out
anti-Chinese separatist activities, spreading false information and deceiving
the public,” thundered the <i>Global Times, </i>“If
China had wanted to kill this evil man, it could have done so anytime over the
last sixty years without waiting until he was 87. The Dalai Lama was a wolf in monk's clothes,
a devil with a human face.” </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s claim to sovereignty over <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region> went back some six hundred
years. Enforcement of this claim over a
people ethnically different from the native Han Chinese was sometimes weak,
especially when <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>
itself was submerged in internal turmoil.
From 1912 onward the Tibetans were left to their own devices while the
Chinese wrestled with revolutions, competing warlords and invasion by the
Japanese. A succession of Dalai Lamas
ruled as both temporal and spiritual leaders of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>. This abruptly ended in 1951
when the Chinese army marched in, asserting <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s claim to complete and total
sovereignty over <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>. The fourteenth Dalai Lama fled into an exile,
a hero and saint to his people, a separatist provocateur to the Chinese.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span>Tens of thousands of Han Chinese settlers poured into <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>,
modernizing the country in the view of the Chinese, undermining native Tibetan culture
and religion in the view of most in the West.
How what the Chinese were doing to the Tibetans differed from what the
European and American did to the native populations of the North American
continent only a century earlier was one of those inconvenient ironies that no
liberal intellectual in the West ever wished to discuss.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span>Any talk of Tibetan independence was totally unacceptable to
<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>. The Dalai Lama’s death would not be permitted
to fan the flames of separatism. Fifty
nine arrests were made in Lhasa to combat what the <i>Global Times</i> called, “rumor-mongering,” and five arrests were
carried out in connection with the distribution of “cultural products
expressing politically separatist reactionary views which mislead the public” A
senior security officer explained the official position, “A civilized and
healthy environment must be created by curbing
the spread of decayed and backward ideology and culture, and by resolutely
resisting ideological and cultural infiltration and sabotage activities by the
Dalai clique and hostile Western forces.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"><o:p> </o:p></span>The Chinese government may have convinced the Han Chinese
colonists who were quickly coming to dominate <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region> that the death of the Dalai
Lama was due to natural causes, but ethnic Tibetans believed the worst. Word quickly spread that the saint had been
murdered by the Chinese. According to rumors
on the streets, Tibetan women, trained by Chinese agents, wore poison in their
hair, which contaminated the Dalai Lama as he touched the women’s hair during
blessings. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Trouble began when three hundred young monks from Deprung
Monastery, near <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lhasa</st1:place></st1:city>
started a peaceful protest demanding a full investigation of the Dalai Lama’s
death. A few of the monks were
immediately arrested. The next day,
monks from the Sera Monastery began a peaceful march. Protestors holding images of the Dalai Lama and
Tibetan flags marched through the streets.
More monks were arrested, some were manhandled and several were beaten
by Public Security Bureau officers. On
the morning of the third day, one hundred monks from the Ramoche Monastery
began to protest the arrest of the monks the day before. Increasingly harsh in their treatment of the
monks, security forces began severely beating the young protestors, which
enraged Tibetan onlookers. From then on,
the situation spiraled out of control as thousands of Tibetans raged through
the streets pillaging and savagely beating ethnic Han Chinese. The rioting rapidly spread from <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Beijing Road</st1:address></st1:street>, the
main central thoroughfare of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lhasa</st1:place></st1:city>,
into the narrow alleyways of the old Tibetan quarter. The throng was packed tightly in a
constricted area when Chinese troops appeared and machine guns opened
fire. The Tibetans were packed together
so tightly that one bullet would drive through three or four bodies. The people ran madly this way and that. When the fire was directed toward the center,
they ran to the sides. The fire was then
directed towards the sides. Many threw
themselves upon the ground, and the fire was then directed on the ground. The firing continued for ten minutes, and
stopped only when the ammunition was exhausted.
The Chinese marched away leaving 379 dead and 1,500 wounded. The crowd was unarmed and included many
women and children. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>So much for peaceful protest, the Tibetan mob, now armed with
knives, stones, swords and an occasional gun rampaged through the narrow alleys
of the Tibetan quarter. The rioters battered the shutters of shops, broke in
and seized whatever they could find.
Some goods were carried away, but others were piled in the street and
burned. Almost every Han business in the city was burned, looted, destroyed, or
smashed into. When protesters burned a
police station, soldiers with machine guns once again fired into the crowds. Thousands
of Tibetans were slaughtered in a week of bloody insurrection. Hundreds of Han Chinese died as well, as the
Tibetans sought vengeance. The next week, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lhasa</st1:place></st1:city>
was green with soldiers. Helicopter gun ships hovered over the city. But by then, violence had spread to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sichuan</st1:place></st1:state>, <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Qinghai</st1:place></st1:state> and <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Gansu</st1:place></st1:state> provinces, all
with Tibetan populations. Fearful Han
settlers, who had been in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>
for years, left the country. Chinese businessmen, who would normally come in
and out of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lhasa</st1:place></st1:city>
by train, now feared that Tibetans would blow up the railway line and began to
fly.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p> </o:p></span>The Chinese leadership announced new Tibet-specific policies
called “the Four Stabilities” to be carried out in the name of the slogan
“stability overrides all” (wending yadao yiqie) in order to “keep a tight hand
on the struggle against separatism.” In <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lhasa</st1:place></st1:city>
itself, two armored personnel carriers were permanently stationed in front of
the Jokhang temple, <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s
holiest shrine. On the front of one of
the vehicles big red Chinese characters proclaimed, “Stability is Happiness”. On
the other a sign read, “Separatism is Disastrous.”<span style="font-size: 16pt; text-align: center;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Washington</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>There were smiles all around at the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> desk at <st1:stockticker w:st="on">CIA</st1:stockticker> headquarters in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Langley</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Virginia</st1:state></st1:place>. Inspired, positively inspired, the idea of
planting a story that the Dalai Lama had been murdered by Tibetan women wearing
poison in their hair. The idea was so incredible that it had become
credible…well, at least in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>. The Tibetans would rather believe that their
87 year old living God had been murdered than that he had died of natural
causes. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>“<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Operation</st1:placename>
<st1:placename w:st="on">Blue</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Mountain</st1:placetype></st1:place>”,
the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tibet</st1:place></st1:country-region>
operation, was the first fruit of the Agency’s new program of asymmetrical
warfare. “When you cannot confront a
powerful enemy directly,” Isaac Brown, the Director of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">CIA</st1:stockticker> said, “worry him where he is weak, wear him
down, and sap his strength”. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Frankly, many at the Agency and <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> in general felt that it was
about time for some payback. The Agency had long suspected that the terrorist attacks of
<st1:date day="11" month="9" w:st="on" year="2001">September 11, 2001</st1:date>
and most of those in the subsequent two decades had originated not in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Afghanistan</st1:place></st1:country-region>, <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Baghdad</st1:place></st1:city>, or <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Tehran</st1:place></st1:city>, but in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Beijing</st1:place></st1:city>. <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> had been
arming <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s
global adversaries and undermining the American economy for years. <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">North Korea</st1:place></st1:country-region> was overflowing with
Chinese arms. Somehow, Chinese-made
armor-piercing missiles fell into the hands of anti-American militants in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region>. The
Iranians purchased sophisticated Chinese cruise anti-ship missiles to be used
to impede the free flow of oil from the <st1:place w:st="on">Persian Gulf</st1:place>.
<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>
provided <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iran</st1:place></st1:country-region>
diplomatic cover for its nuclear ambitions in exchange for oil and gas deals. <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> developed
North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) ports in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Using the economic shield
of the NAFTA agreement between the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region> and <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> avoided <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region> tariffs by
shipping Chinese manufactured goods through <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region> into the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
This reduced Chinese transportation costs to the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> by fifty percent and
flooded the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region>
market with more cheap Chinese goods, further weakening the struggling U.S.
dollar. American stores were stuffed with shoddy Chinese products while
American manufacturing companies, once the envy of the world, lay in ruins and
hundreds of thousands of American workers pounded the cold grey streets looking
for jobs that would never return.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>
was too powerful and too intertwined in the American economy to attack
directly, but <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>
had internal weaknesses that the Agency could exploit. If only the Agency could exploit <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s
internal weaknesses before <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s
own weaknesses brought it down. Every
year, <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>
came closer to dissolution. The nation
had been polarized between rabid liberals and rabid conservatives in equal
measure for over two decades, with only the tiniest of tiny minorities still
claiming the name moderate or independent.
Americans were no longer one people.
They no longer shared a common culture, common values, or even a common
language. Americans were now just an odd
conglomeration of people occupying a common geographic space fractiously
squabbling over economic crumbs, contesting every piece of history, every
educational curriculum, every code, tradition and belief. Americans aligned themselves in what were called
“red” and “blue” states, which in many ways still reflected the unresolved
tensions of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s
civil war of the 19<sup>th</sup> century between the “blue” states and the “grey”
states. A few bold thinkers could
already see the forces building for the mass re-location of populations along
ideological and religious lines, the dissolution of old political bonds and the
emergence of new value driven nations on the ruins of the failed Republic. In short a new civil war.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Isaac Brown, the Director of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">CIA</st1:stockticker>,
was not one of those who intended to allow the Republic to fail. Brown knew <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> thrived when it had an
enemy to defeat. <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> needed strong
enemies, real or imagined. Such had always
been the case, whether it was the British, the Germans and Japanese, or the
Russians. Without a powerful external
enemy that threatened their existence Americans turned on each other. Within the Agency the belief was, “We must
destroy <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>
in order to save <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>…from
itself.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Creating hostility towards <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> was not difficult. America, like an aging rock star jealous of a
younger and more vibrant challenger, rested on its past reputation, sneering at
the latest “flavor of the month”, even while stung in its pride. Certainly nothing had been more humiliating
than the Chinese manned moon landing in 2019, the fiftieth anniversary of the
first moon landing successfully accomplished by <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>. How humiliating to be reminded that <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region> had
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