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Western Writers Chat Newsletter  March 2006

MARCH                                                                   Vol. 10   No. 3


FESTIVAL OF THE WEST


by Rod Timanus


   Just a short note to express my heartfelt gratitude to all the Western Writers of American members who took the time from their busy lives to come to the Festival of the West and lend a hand. It was through their efforts that the WWA tent was a rousing success and daily books sales were nothing short of phenomenal.

   Final tallies are not in yet, but Saturday's book sales exceeded Thursday and Friday combined and at opening on Sunday morning stood at $4,000 total. Sunday sales were brisk once the rain stopped (yes, it does rain in the desert) and the sun came out, and though many members had to begin their return trips home I tried to sell and autograph as many of their books as I could (most folks just wouldn't believe I was Rita Cleary but I tried my best).

   While I'm sorry that all my plans didn't pan out, having to cancel the speakers was not what I had envisioned, I think everything worked out for the best. Watching the piles of books that were put out on the tables the first day get dramatically smaller with each passing sunset was a rare experience that far overshadowed any disappointment at having my master plan drowned out by singers on a nearby stage and frequent gunshots (blanks, thankfully) on the street behind us.

   While I was just the referee, the WWA members who attended the event were the players on the field. They met the public and hawked their, and each others, books with humor and good grace.
It was my great honor to represent such a fine group of people.


Jerry Matney (back to camera), Ben Clevenger, Jane Burnett
Smith, Steve Lodge and Terry Del Bene, were only a few of
the WWA members in attendance.




Yours truly,

Rod (On The Trail) Timanus
http://www.rodtimanus.com/



SPUR AWARD FINALISTS FOR 2006
CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE

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SOURCE: WESTERN WRITERS OF AMERICA
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

2006 Spur Awards
Honor Best Westerns


PHOENIX, Ariz. California writer Willard Wyman won two Spur Awards for his first novel while Loren Estleman collected his fifth from Western Writers of America.
Winners in 15 categories were announced March 18 by WWA President Rita Cleary during the National Festival of the West.
HIGH COUNTRY by Willard Wyman of LaHonda, Calif., won Spurs for Best First Novel and also for Novel of the West, a distinction few writers have achieved. The book is published by the University of Oklahoma Press. Estleman earned his fifth Spur for THE UNDERTAKERS WIFE (Forge Books) tying for Western Novel with Johnny D. Boggs, author of CAMP FORD: A WESTERN STORY (Five Star Publishing) who is a two-time Spur winner.
Since 1953, Western Writers of America (www.westernwriters.org) has promoted and honored the best in Western literature with the annual Spur Awards, selected by panels of judges. Awards, for material published last year, are given for works whose inspiration, image and literary excellence best represent the reality and spirit of the American West.
Winners and finalists will be honored June 13-17 at the WWA Convention in Cody, Wyo.

Complete results are as follow:


Novel of the West
Spur Winner: High Country: A Novel by Willard Wyman of LaHonda, Calif., (University of Oklahoma Press)

Finalists:
People of the Moon by W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O'Neal Gear of Thermopolis, Wyo., (Forge Books)
A Land of Sheltered Promise by Jane Kirkpatrick of Moro, Ore. (Water Brook/Random House)

Best First Novel
Spur Winner: High Country: A Novel by Willard Wyman of LaHonda, Calif., (University of Oklahoma Press)

Finalists:
Hombrecito's War by W. Michael Farmer of Suffolk, Vir., (Llumina Press)
A Sudden Country by Karen Fisher of Lopez Island, Wash., (Random House)

Western Novel
Tie for Spur Winner: Camp Ford: A Western Story by Johnny D. Boggs of Santa Fe, New Mex., (Five Star Publishing) and The Undertaker's Wife by Loren D. Estleman of Whitmore Lake, Mich., (Forge)

Finalists:
Marshal of Medicine Lodge by Stan Lynde of Helena, Mont., (iUniverse)
Six Bits a Day by Elmer Kelton of San Angelo, Tex., (Forge Books)

Short Nonfiction
Spur Winner: "The Contradictory Legacies of Buffalo Bill Cody's First Scalp for Custer" by Paul L. Hedren of ONeill, Neb., (Montana The Magazine of Western History)

Finalists:
"Dakota Resources: Trader Edward T. Latta's 'List of Wood Sold to Boats,' 1866-1867" by William E. Lass of Mankato, Minn., (South Dakota History)
"I Just Want to be a Cosmic Cowboy": Hippies, Cowboy Code, and the Culture of a Counterculture" by Michael Allen (Western Historical Quarterly)

Original Paperback Novel
Spur Winner: Dakota by Matt Braun of Winsted, Conn., (St. Martin's Press)

Finalists:
Hard Road to Heaven by Mark Henry (Pinnacle)
Riders to Moon Rock by Andrew Fenady of Los Angeles, Calif., (Dorchester)


Short Fiction
Spur Winner: "Pecker's Revenge" by Lori Van Pelt of Saratoga, Wyo., in Pecker's Revenge and Other Stories from the Frontier's Edge (University of New Mexico Press)

Finalists:
"Big Lonesome" by Jim Ruland of Playa Del Ray, Calif., in Salt Flats Annual
"A Border Dispute" by Rod Miller of Sandy, Utah, in Lone Star Law (Pocket Books)

Documentary Script
Spur Winner: "Mountain Massacre" written by Paul Hutton of Albuquerque, New Mex., and Bill Kurtis and Jamie Schenk of Chicago. Produced by Kurtis Productions for the History Channel

Finalists:
"Gravel in Her Gut and Spit in Her Eye" written by Sue Hart of Billings, Mont. Produced by Montana PBS
"Comanche Warriors" written by Dan Gagliasso, Rob Lihani and Susan Michaels of Sherman Oaks, Calif. Produced by Digital Ranch for the History Channel

Drama Script
Tie for Spur Winner: "Into The West" Episode IV: "Hell on Wheels" written by Kirk Ellis of Santa Fe, New Mex. Produced by DreamWorks Television for TNT.
"Miracle at Sage Creek" written by Thadd Turner of Hereford, Ariz., for Talmarc Productions

Finalist:
"Into the West" Episode VI: "Ghost Dance" written by William Mastrosimone. Produced by DreamWorks Television for TNT.


Contemporary Nonfiction
Spur Winner: Ringside Seat to a Revolution: An Underground Cultural History of El Paso and Juarez, 1893-1923 by David Dorado Romo of La Union, New Mex., (Cinco Puntos Press)

Finalists:
The Deep Dark: Disaster and Redemption in America's Richest Silver Mine by Gregg Olsen of Olalla, Wash., (Crown Publishers)
Scorched Earth: How the Fires of Yellowstone Changed America by Rocky Barker of Boise, Ida., (Island Press)

Historical
Spur Winner: Buffalo Bill's America: William Cody and The Wild West Show by Louis S. Warren of Davis, Calif., (Alfred A. Knopf)

Finalists:
Sunset Limited: The Southern Pacific Railroad and the Development of the American West, 1850-1930 by Richard J. Orsi (University of California Press)
The War That Made America by Fred Anderson (Viking)


Biography
Spur Winner: Chief Joseph: Guardian of the People by Candy Moulton of Encampment, Wyo., (Forge Books)

Finalists:
Calamity Jane: The Woman and the Legend by James D. McLaird of Mitchell, SD, (University of Oklahoma Press)
One Ranger: A Memoir by H. Joaquin Jackson and David Marion Wilkinson of Alpine, Tex., (University of Texas Press)

Storyteller
Spur Winner: Klondike Gold written and illustrated by Alice Provensen (Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing)

Finalists:
Nacho and Lolita written by Pam Munoz Ryan, illustrated by Claudia Rueda (Scholastic Press)
Phoebe and Chub written by Matthew Henry Hall, illustrated by Sheila Aldridge (Rising Moon Publishers)

Juvenile Nonfiction
Spur Winner: The First Americans: The Story of Where They Came From and Who They Became by Anthony Aveni (Scholastic Nonfiction)

Finalists:
Henrietta King: Rancher and Philanthropist by Judy Alter of Fort Worth, Tex., (State House Press)
The Mail Must Go Through: The Story of the Pony Express by Margaret Rau (Morgan Reynolds Publishing)

Juvenile Fiction
Spur Winner: Black Storm Comin' by Diane Lee Wilson (Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing)

Finalists:
A Heart for Any Fate: Westward to Oregon, 1845 by Linda Crew (Oregon Historical Society Press)
Last Child by Michael Spooner (Henry Holt & Company)


Poetry
Spur Winner: Voice of the Borderlands by Drum Hadley of Animas, New Mex., (Rio Nuevo Publishers)



MAX BRAND
PUBLISHES FIRST WESTERN NOVEL

March 14,1919


   Max Brand was one of 21 pen names used by the Seattle-born author Frederick Faust. He published his first Western, a fast-paced adventure called The Untamed, in serial form in 1918. The serial was so popular that the Putnam Publishing Company brought out a hardcover edition of the story in 1919. Unlike many western authors, Faust made no pretense to historical accuracy in his works. His novels concerned a mythic West of his imagination. His strength was his ability to tell a compelling story, and he had a keen sense of style. Besides gaining fame and fortune as the author of Max Brand westerns, Faust also created the character of Dr. Kildare for his medical thrillers. Faust died in 1944, having written an estimated 30 million words, including more than 500 western serials or short stories.

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Young, the Elder in Washington.


by Frazer Williamson.




"At least see him, Mr. President."
President James K. Polk raised his eyes from the file he had open on his desk informing him of the Mormons and regarded Stephen A. Douglas with suspicious eyes.
"A considerable number of Congressmen would like you to see him," Douglas said.
"A considerable number, Stephen?"
"Influential men," Douglas said. "Something must be done about these people. Their numbers have grown to such an extent that they are now seen as a threat if they secede and join with our enemies either in Canada or in Mexico. We need to ensure that they do not get the land they want from the British or the Mexicans."
The President went back to reading the open file. Douglas waited.
"Nauvoo City," snorted Polk. "What sort of a name is that? I preferred the old name, Commerce."
"When it was Commerce there were just a handful of people. Now there are twenty thousand," said Douglas.
"All calling themselves, Saints. Smith, before he was murdered by his own people was going to run against me for the Presidency, and now you want me to see Brigham Young."
"Hes a reasonable man," Douglas said. "Its not certain that Smith was murdered by his own people. Some say that Governor Ford of Illinois was behind the mob who broke into the Carthage jail and killed Smith and his brother Hyrum."
"They also say," Polk said, "that I was behind Ford."
"Young emerged as leader after Smith's death. See him Mr. President. He has requested to see you."
"Ill see him," Polk said, "if only to have a look at the man who out-generaled Rigdon and Strang."


* * *


Polk liked to keep those who came to see him waiting, but that did not faze Brigham Young. Instead, it was Douglas who paced, impatiently, up and down while Young sat with his hands in his pockets and his feet extended and his eyes at rest.
Young was a Vermont man, forty-five years in the world. He had the hands of a carpenter, painter and glazer. He was a good organizer and he knew it. It was he who directed the move of the Mormon followers from Missouri to Commerce. When Smith had been murdered hed been in Boston pressing Smiths Presidential campaign. Hed hurried back, taken charge and moved his people westward to the Missouri River.
At last Polk deigned to see him. He got up and ambled into the Presidential presence. "Sit down, both of you," Polk said. He looked at Young, appraisingly. "What was it you wanted to see me about?"
"Our mutual needs," Young said.
"Indeed. And what might those be?"
"I have found a place for my people in Utah beside the Salt Lake. I want your patronage for my people to journey there."
"I hear it is a desolate place."
"It is God-wished for us," Young said. "And besides, since you have decided to invade California it would be good for you to have a people there sympathetic to your cause who could provision your army."
"And if we were to refuse you patronage?"
"That would be unfortunate. We have no wish to leave American soil."
"Would you join forces with our enemies?" Polk asked bluntly.
"We would like your help in moving westward, but if that help is not forthcoming then we must make that journey on our own. God has given us that land in Utah."
"And if we extend our patronage, what do we get?" Polk asked.
"You are at war with Mexico. You intend to come into a great deal more territory. We will give you our support."
"In what way."
"As I said we will act as a supply base for your army."
"Would you fight for us? Or would that go against your religion?"
"No more that it goes against your own," Young said.
For a while Polk played with a paper knife, turning it over-and-over in his hand. Established at the Salt Lake the Mormons would be an asset. The Army under Kearney was undermanned and the idea was to rely upon those Americans already in California to swell the ranks. Polk was sure that this would not be enough. More men were needed. Also, Polk did not believe Young when he said he would not leave American soil. He hadnt said categorically that he would not join forces with the British in Canada or the Mexicans. If land was offered by either of these two governments Young might just accept the better offer.
"I understand that there are followers of Mormon in Iowa," Polk said.
"That is true. They too will join the trek west."
"Would there be enough men of fighting age to form a battalion to join up with Colonel Kearney?"
"More than enough," Young said.
"Would it suit you if I issued an order that a battalion of men be drawn from the Mormon ranks in Iowa?"
"That would be acceptable," Young said. "Providing my Saints can move west with finance provided by your government and also that you outfit and arm the Mormon battalion."
Polk tried to bargain but found Young adamant. He gave in slowly to Youngs demands but told himself that he felt certain that he had drawn the teeth of secession.
When they had left the Presidents office, Douglas said. "That went well."
"Well enough," Young said. "The enlistment of the Mormon battalion will be a great blessing to our people. The majority will be saved at the expense of a few."

* * *

Mormon troops were enlisted and set out on their journey from Iowa at the end of July 1846. Some women and children accompanied the battalion, which to begin with had twenty-five army wagons and twelve privately owned wagons.
Five army wagons and three privately owned wagons reached San Diego where they were to meet with Kearney.




King of the Cowboys!


by Stephen Lodge



By chance, I get to visit the set of The Roy Rogers TV Show and meet its star!

   One day, while watching my brother Bobby work as an extra on the Fury TV Show shooting at the Upper Iverson Ranch, I heard gunshots coming from a tree-lined area nearby. At the time, I was busy filming some behind the scenes shots of the Fury Company with the little Kodak 8-millimeter movie camera Santa had brought me on my tenth birthday, three years earlier.
    While the Fury Company was shooting a scene, I pantomimed to my mom that I wanted to mosey on over and see what or who was making those gunshots. She nodded her okay and I was off.
    Making my way across several unoccupied insert roads (nondescript, earthen thoroughfares where chase scenes are filmed), around a large clump of bushes and onto a tree lined lane, I came across the film company that had been making all the noise.
    At first, it looked to me like just another, regular, western movie company, with its grip, camera and horse trucks parked alongside the road in the shade. Then my eyes were drawn to an old gray jeep -- a very special old, gray jeep with the name "NellyBelle" painted on the doors. I began to smile. I knew what TV Show I had stumbled upon.
    As I walked closer to the shooting set, shielding my eyes from the reflectors glare, I could see a very familiar golden Palomino one that was all decked out with just as familiar a saddle and tack. It was Trigger. That could only mean one thing to me. I was finally going to get the chance to meet my idol, Roy Rogers.
    I settled in behind my 8mm camera and began shooting some film, watching through the viewfinder as the director staged a scene between Roy and Dale with two bad guys. I got some good shots of both of them and Trigger.
    On the way back down the road, I passed a guy dressed in Levis and a denim jacket. One quick double take. Holy Cow, it was Pat Brady, Roys sidekick on the show and a long-time member of Roys original singing group, The Sons of the Pioneers. Brady was very congenial, allowing me to shoot close-ups of him with my movie camera as he made faces and told jokes. I spent more than a few minutes with Pat, got an autograph and left laughing.
    I still wanted to meet Roy and Dale. I trotted back toward the shooting set but when I arrived, found it deserted. The crew had moved off the road some distance, and were setting up near some rocks and bushes. There was absolutely no sign of the stars. I turned away, very disappointed.
    As I sauntered back down the tree-lined road, I passed several canvas directors chairs. I saw something on one of them that stopped me in my tracks. It was something belonging to Roy - the very familiar brown, tooled leather gun-belt he always wore, along with his two nickel-plated 45s gleaming from their holsters.
    I looked around. No one was nearby. There I was, alone with Roys guns. I had to try, didnt I? I moved over to the chair, subtly lifting the gun-belt. Man, it was heavy. I had never given thought to how much those things weighed when I saw my favorite cowboys riding hell bent for leather across the open plains, firing two guns at the outlaws they chased.
    I carefully put it around my waist, buckled the buckle. It fit perfectly! I should have known, I was a growing teenager and Roy had very small hips. I put my hands on the gun butts. I had no intention of doing anything more than trying them on, but then
    Excuse me, the voice said from behind. You must have made a mistake, I think those are my guns.
    Oh, shoot, I thought, turning slightly, with an embarrassed grin on my face. And there he was Roy Rogers looking me straight in the eye with the same solemn squint he always used on the villains.
    Uh, sorry, I said, as I began to unbuckle the belt.
    Keep em on, he told me. I want to see how fast you can draw.
    Uh, Im sorry, I repeated. I was just looking and I couldnt resist.
    Keep em on, he said again. Show me your fast draw.
    He took a step closer. I looked down, staring at his colorful, leather boots. Im serious, son. Let me see you draw.
    Slowly I lifted my hands, trying desperately to hold them steady. They shook so much I was embarrassed. I - I cant, I said. I just cant.
Then maybe you better un-strap em like you were about to do before, he said, smiling softly. A man shouldnt wear a set of irons like that if he isnt about to use em.
I unbuckled the gun-belt, handing it over to him.
He took the rig, strapped it on snugly. It sure looked better on him than it had on me.
Here, let me show you, he continued, drawing both guns in a flash quicker than lightning. He began to twirl them. He did several switches - tossing one gun over the other, then backward, over his shoulders, catching them both in opposite hands. He did a little dance with the guns, a short juggling act, then swiftly spun both again, holstering them just a quickly as he had drawn.
You see, son, Rogers went on. A mans guns are something real personal, like that camera of yours over there. You wouldnt want someone coming along and taking pictures with your camera when you werent around, now would you?
I had forgotten my camera. I had set it down on the same canvas chair where the gun-belt had been hanging and forgotten about it completely.
I, uh, sorry was all I seemed to be able to say.
Well, just remember, said Roy. Never touch another mans guns if you dont intend on using em.
I nodded. I had gotten his message.
He turned and walked toward the set and that was the last I saw of him.
I made my way back to the Fury location. I waited until we were in the car and on our way home before I told my brother about meeting The King of the Cowboys. Boy was he upset.

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NIPPER'S GRAMMAR NITS


by Pat Nipper



Pity the Poor Preposition


    Prepositions connect two parts of a sentence and can be placed anywhere within a sentence.They commonly show location or timeliness. A few simple prepositions include at, by, for, from, of, on, over, under, to, up, through, with.

    However, because they are rather difficult to define, they are frequently misused or dropped. Many people now say graduate high school, instead of the correct graduate from high school, or they babysit children rather than babysit for children Then they add the preposition up, as in meetup with somebody, instead of just meet with somebody.These expressions have been accepted orally, but are now, unfortunately, becoming common inwriting.

    An old language rule dictated that sentences shouldn't end with a preposition because it is supposed to precede a noun or pronoun. Fortunately, that rule has become relaxed. Winston Churchill pointed out how silly it was to struggle with writing around a dangling preposition when he said, From now on,ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.




AN AUTHOR'S RESPONSIBLITY

A few chats ago, we discussed if an author should explain or define every word he/she writes. The following are opinions:

    My opinion about defining words is that meanings are usually explained in the plot or character development. For example, I can call different characters a "Junebug" as long as I apply the appropriate characteristic of a Junebug to the character.
    A Junebug is brightly colored and a harbinger of sunny days, it is also short-lived and reckless. I could use that word to apply to a romance novel female or an urban tough male. If a reader does not know what a Junebug is they should have been able to pick up those traits from the character and say " Oh, a Junebug is a lot like Jane or John Doe. Some writers, like myself, need to invent words, in this case it might be good to give a short definition.
Allen

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I, too, think that authors should not have to explain every unfamiliar word to readers. That is, after all, what dictionaries are for, and stopping often to explain such things can impede the flow.However, in certain contexts, it may be advisable to explain when the writer believes that the word is obscure. An example might be the term "Dipsomaniac." H.L. Menken used the word when describing a former American president.
   I had to look the word up, not only because I didn't know the meaning, but also because I found the term intriguing. It means alcoholic, and of course Menken passed on years ago. Yet I can see where the word might have a tongue-in-cheek application in certain instances.But there are also surprises, even when you feel you're on familiar ground.
   When I wrote an article for the carpenters union journal, I used the word "Yankee" to describe one of my grandfather's carpentry tools I inherited. The editor's insistence that I explain the term raised my eyebrows, since the publication is limited to union carpenters, some of whom were still using Yankees in the 1980's. As a result, in the article my grandfather's Yankee became "Yankee (a spiral ratcheted screwdriver.)" Methinks the editor never swung a hammer, but he was still the editor and I still had a feature published.
Brian Kelling

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   Your message tweaked my interest in word definitions and usages in writing fiction. I belong to a critique group of writers who are professional and published for the most part. This subject comes up from time to time when someone is unfamiliar with a word. Our general consensus is that the following applies: The author is not obligated to provide a definition when a word is in common usage for the genre, setting, era or character. Sometimes a meaning can be inferred without disrupting the story's flow; however, keep it to a minimum. The only other alternative is to compile a glossary for the reader's reference -- not practical for fiction.
Kind Regards,
Fred Boling

Fredrick W. Boling
Writing the West
www.fredrickboling.com




FROM AFRICA TO THE AMERICAN WEST

by Allen Lee


NEGRO GEOGRAPHY AND THE WEST

   Some of my more discerning advisors have brought to my attention the risk of taking historical terms, titles, and vernacular literally. One such tip came in the form of learning whether a woman listed as a widow of record was a Grass Widow, meaning her husband was still on this side of the ground, or a Dirt Widow meaning he was six feet under. Another tip came from an author who advised me that just because a location had a Black signature to it, such as a name or an owner, it didnt necessarily mean that the subject in question had a Black history. This case is exemplified when we study the geographical history of locations that used the title, Negro or Nigger. Old maps and legends throughout the west are chocked with names like Negro Butte, Niggerhead Mountain and Negro Hill, and these are just places in California. Geographic names with Negro or Nigger prefixes can be found in New Mexico, Texas, Alaska, as well as eastern states like Ohio and Virginia. Even Australia has several places with the name niggerattached to geographic locales. For this article, I will start in the American West, return to Africa and come out west again.

    During one of my Seek and Enjoy travel missions in the 1980s I stopped in the southern Oregon town of Ashland and learned of the famous Shakespeare Festival. Just outside of the town is a road once known as Dead Indian Road, since renamed Dead Indian Memorial Highway by the progressive people of the region. One year while visiting, I read a local newspaper during the height of the conflict about the name Dead Indian Road. Someone asked why the road couldnt simply be renamed back to its original title? A local historian responded by saying that the original title, Dead Nigger Road would probably not be any more preferable than Dead Indian Road. This of course got my attention and I searched for perhaps a duel history of the road, maybe a Black settler, miner, or perhaps a race lynching contributed to the earlier title. My conclusion was that the history was based on a Native American who froze to death on the road, with the vernacular of the time addressing Native Americans as Niggers.
   I have not been able to find the article in my records and contacts with Ashland officials seem to be unfamiliar with this phase of the history of the road, but one official was willing to attribute the Dead Nigger Road
history to local folklore.

   I can point to times when both Negro and Nigger could be considered either derogatory or acceptable, depending on inflection and intention, but I dont intend to deal with the politics of the words as much as their historical uses in western geography. Occasionally I like to present the etymology of a word and this I will do to the best of my ability, especially since I can connect both words from Africa to the American West. Most etymologists agree that both Negro and Nigger are transliterated words from Latin Niger meaning Black, they just dont agree as to whether the French, Dutch, or English are credited with the transliteration. Anyhow, both words arise as a result of American colonization, of which all nationalities mentioned were present. From my observation, Nigger in its many variations of spelling, seems more prevalent in early U.S. English than the word Negro. Negro and Nigger landmarks show up all over the eastern half of U.S. history. Several Nigger Run Roads existed in states like Pennsylvania, Ohio and New York, usually signifying a slave escape route.
   Virginia, Tennessee and Florida had Negro and Nigger place names to indicate cemeteries, neighborhoods and work projects. As we move west, both words take on new meanings as settlers and miners use the words to describe geography. A description of a type of coal called Niggerhead coal mined by New Mexico settlers in the early 20th century is discussed in an interview of Grace Penne, born 10-8-1894 , done by Rosalyn McCain in June of 1979. Grace Pennes ethnic origin is listed as German, Pennsylvania Dutch and her family origin is listed as Isabell, Kansas. The following excerpt explains: RM: Now, did he work for the mining camps? GP: I don't know if he was hired; he perhaps was hired by the camp people that had those mines. Judisakes, they had a mine out there. And my sister- in-law is married to Happy Judscak. We used to go down, and take our truck and get coal for $7 a ton, the best coal. They had good coal here at Oakview and Ojo. It was niggerhead and I'll tell you, that was wonderful coal.
www.kmitch.com/Huerfano/oral25.html

   As best as I could decipher from mining vernacular, Niggerhead ores were generally less desirable ores and the term was used for other mining operation than just coal. Niggerhead was also used to describe a type of granite ore in Ohio. Before I go further here is an interesting set of data provided by Karen Mitchell of the Huerfano County New Mexico Miners Page. These statistics help give a clear view of the cultural diversity in the American West around 1915, an excerpt follows: Huerfano County New Mexico Miners Page.These statistics help give a clear view of the cultural diversity in the American West around 1915, an excerpt follows:
   Huerfano County New Mexico Miners Page. Men from all over the world came to Huerfano County to work, and sometimes die, in the mines. The nativity of the 3500 miners employed on April 1, 1915, was reported as follows: U. S. A. White 506, Roumanian 24, Slavic 83, Belgian 2, U. S. A. Colored 248, Swedish 12 , German 56, Cretan 2, Italian 896, Irish 7, Russian 56, Jewish 2, Mexican 602, Bohemian 5, Japanese 41, Danish 1, Austrian 429, Croatian 5, Polish 40, Macedonian 1, Greek 270, Serbian 4, Bulgarian 36, Norwegian 1, Hungarian 101, French 3, Welsh 34, Swiss 1, Scotch 31
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