Sunday, September 15, 2024

St. Lou to Frisco in 25 Days or Less on the Overland Stage

 A Butterfield Overland Stage departing San Francisco in 1858.

On September 15, 1858 two new Concord Coaches, one in Saint Louis, Missouri and one in San Francisco, California set off in opposite directions two cross more than 2/3s of the continent.  They were inaugurating a new contract with the Post Office for transcontinental mail service operated by the Butterfield Overland Mail.  It would take 23 days for the California service to arrive at its eastern terminal—two whole days before its projected time.  The west bound route would make similar time.  Both traveled the indirect Ox bow route that dipped south to cross Indian Territory and kitty-angle across Texas before heading west along the Rio Grande River and through the rugged mountains and deserts of the New Mexico Territory.  It would actually clip a corner of Mexican Baja California before turning north traversing much of California via its central valley before finally reaching San Francisco Bay.

That route added almost 900 miles to a more northerly route via the Kansas and Nebraska Territories  past Ft. Laramie, through the South Pass, into Mormon Utah, across the punishing Nevada deserts, and over the fromitable Sierra Nevadas to California. 

When President James Buchanan ordered Post Master General Aaron Brown to establish an overland mail route to the West Coast in 1855 most people expected that the northern route would be picked.  It was already in use as the Oregon and California Trails by immigrant wagon trains and would later be followed by the Pony Express, the transcontinental telegraph, and eventually the transcendental railroad.  

                            John W. Butterfield was an upstate New York transportation tycoon when he bid on a transcontinental mail contract.

But John W. Butterfield, a 55 year old Utica, New York businessman had other ideas.  He was already an experienced operator of various transportation companies including regional stage coach lines in Upstate New York, plank roads, steam boats on Lake Ontario, ferries, and even his home town street railroad. 

When Butterfield heard about the upcoming mail contract, he determined to win it despite having no personal experience in the West.  And he knew just how to go about it—by exploiting the rising sectional tensions that were already straining the Union.

Tying gold rich California to the East was a high priority national objective.  Other than trusting a letter to and immigrant wagon train on a risky months long crawl across the continent, communications with the Golden State meant the long voyage all the way around Cape Horn by clipper ship.  Theoretically an overland mail service could drastically cut either time.  But Northern and Southern interests were at odds.  The South still had hopes of making California a slave state by referendum or failing that splitting the state and taking half.  It had similar objectives in expanding slavery into New Mexico Territory.  A northern route would tie San Francisco more tightly than ever to New York and New England banking and business interests who already dominated the ocean trade.

Butterfield proposed his southern route—more over a southern route that even avoided the well-established Santa Fe Trail which had its head in Bloody Kansas and was subject to the abolitionists who settled there.  He presented his bid to Post Master General Brown, a Tennessean and ardent Southern partisan.  

A map showing the West as it was in 1858 and Butterfield's Ox Bow southern mail routes.

Butterfield knew his man.  Brown announced that he would not entertain bids using the northern route because it was subject to being closed by snows.  It was a plausible excuse.  Certainly snow could and did close the immigrant trails on the high plains, the Rocky Mountains, and especially at Donner Pass over the Sierra Madres.  But as we will see the longer southern route posed its own dangers and even it could be closed by snow in the New Mexico mountains.  Since Butterfield was the only one to offer a bid on the Southern route, bingo, he was awarded the lucrative contract.

Although Butterfield was an experienced hand at stage lines, this was far bigger than anything he had ever attempted and required an enormous infusion of extra capital just to get off the ground.  He would need to supply 250 Concord Stagecoaches and 1800 horses and mules and find or build 139 relay stations.  In addition he would have to employ 800—almost all men but including some women cooks at relay stations.

For the necessary capital, Butterfield tuned to a number of partners and investors including William B. Dinsmore, William G. Fargo, James V. P. Gardner, Marcus L. Kinyon, Alexander Holland, and Hamilton Spencer.  All were eager to share in the proceeds of the $600,000 annual mail contract plus income from express freight and passengers. 

It was a near miracle that most of the infrastructure could be put in place from the official bid requests in March of 1857 to the mid-September 1858 effective starting date of the contract.  And that included shipping some of those Concord coaches from their New Hampshire manufacturer to San Francisco by sea.

                                      Reporter Waterman Ormsby.

New York Herald reporter Waterman L. Ormsby was the only passenger to ride the entire 2,812 mile journey from St. Louis to San Francisco.  Like other passengers who booked the entire trip, he paid a $200 fare—about $5,525 in today’s currency.  He described the experience succinctly, “Had I not just come out over the route, I would be perfectly willing to go back, but I now know what Hell is like. I’ve just had 24 days of it.” It was a bone jarring ride over rugged terrain exposing the passengers to blistering heat by day, sometimes freezing straw pallets on the floor or beds jammed with as many as six men. Food was often awful.  And passengers often had to help hitch and unhitch teams as well as switching luggage and freight between coaches.

The coach from the West Coast arrived at its destination with 6 passengers, some of whom were picked up along the way. 

Two coaches in each direction were scheduled each week of the contract.  There were actually two eastern terminals—St. Louis and Memphis, Tennessee with the two routes converging at Fort Smith, Arkansas on the border of Indian Territory.  On the eastern legs depending on the weather and the navigability of rivers, mail might go part way by river boat down the Mississippi and then up the Arkansas River and might use rail service across part of Arkansas.  In dry weather the entire rout in eastern Arkansas might be made by coach.  From Fort Smith west, it was all coach service.

Almost immediately the dangers and drawbacks of the southern route became apparent.  The trip across notoriously violent Indian Territory exposed the coaches to Indian attacks, stock raids at way stations, and prowling outlaw gangs.  Even more dangerous was the transit of Texas which was subject to raids by the Comanche, Southern Pawnee, and Kiowa and the Apache in New Mexico.  On the long trip up central California there were more highwaymen.  The trips became so dangerous that Butterfield had to appeal for Army protection.

The tiny ante-bellum Regular Army was spread thinly across the West.  Much of it was stationed in Kansas trying to keep a lid on the virtual civil war between pro and anti-slavery forces. Shortly after taking office in 1860 the War Department assigned part of the 9th Cavalry based far to the north at Ft. Laramie under the command of Lt. Col. William O. Collins.  He detached troopers to escort coaches between Independence, Missouri and Sacramento, California.  This amounted to an effective subsidy of the service worth tens of thousands of dollars.

It was no surprise that the service was not profitable.  On top of that the newly formed Pony Express in 1860 offered faster service for the mails.  In March of that year Butterfeild’s partners foreclosed on him and ousted him from the business.  Eventually via William Fargo most of the company’s assets, like those of the short lived Pony Express, ended up under the control of the Wells Fargo Company.

A year later in March of 1861 the Congress cancelled the Overland Mail contract in anticipation of war breaking out, which it shortly did with the attack on Fort Sumter in April.  The last runs were on June 30, 1861.  A new northern route known as the Central Overland Pacific Route began service between St. Joseph, Missouri and Placerville, California.

Meanwhile George Henry Giddings tried to keep the old route open for the Confederacy between Texas and California.  The Rebel government was particularly hopeful that the coaches could supply California gold to their cash strapped Treasury. But California was soon firmly in Union hands and the Confederates destroyed stations west of Tucson.  Except for local service the southern overland service ceased in early 1862.

In California Wells Fargo continued to operate coach service to gold camps and expanded service to the silver mines in Nevada until railroad service rendered it obsolete in the late 1860’s.

Old Overland Stage stations were the sites of four Civil War battles—The Battle of Stanwix Station, the Battle of Picacho Pass, the Second Battle of Mesilla, and the Battle of Pea Ridge. They were also the sites of Confederate battles with the Comanche in Texas and Union fights with the Apache in New Mexico.

This Concord stage coach in service in the late 19th Century was pretty much identical to those operated on the Overland Mail route.

Stage coaches continued to serve shrinking routes in the West into the early 20th Century until they were all replaced by either railroads or motor coach service.

Wells Fargo kept getting richer and more powerful expanding to a vast express service and, of course, a fat bank.

 

A 1958 Overland Mail centennial commemorative First Class U.S. Postage stamp.

As for John Butterfieldhis son Daniel became a Union General in the Civil War most famous for supposedly composing Taps.  The elder retired to Utica, served a term as Mayor and died much honored locally in 1869.  He was honored by the United State Postal Service by having Utica’s Butterfield Station Post Office named for him.

  

 
 

Saturday, September 14, 2024

About that Debate a Few Days Late and a Dollar Short

 

Trump and Harris on the ABC moderated Presidential Debate.  Note the ex-Resident''s subdued hair and make up and Harris's confident smile.

Note--This is one of the posts that ran away with me and took two days to finish.  Sorry for the inconvenience.

So, about Tuesday night’s big event, the one everyone is still talking about.  As a part time petty pundit on this blog I guess I should add my two-cents.  I doubt if commentary I make will be new or surprising to anyone who has been paying attention.  No doubt our astute readers are among those avidly engaged.  Here are some random observations.

While Vice President Kamala Harris spent five days in private and intense preparation to face the former White House resident.  He, meanwhile, couldn’t be bothered to be coached or practice again stand-ins for the Veep.  The best they could do was get him to sit down for a couple of hours and listen to aids at the other end of the table casually bantered about issues and policy hoping that something would magically stick.  Donal Trump was, as usual, supremely confident that he could go out and show ‘em his old buck and wing, that his adoring legions would lap up every lie and rant, and that the magnetism of his personality would shock and awe not only his opponent but the media and cultural elites who have mocked and scorned him. 

About the only real impact his staff and advisors could have was on the literal cosmetics of the presentation.  Aware that without Joe Biden their candidate was the undeniable old man of the race, they had to try for a more youthful and vigorous look.  Fat chance of that.  The best that they could do was fire the retired Earl Scheib spray painter who used to apply his orange finish and replace him with a talented mortuary cosmetologist who applied a lighter base touched-up lips for an almost alive look.  Instead of his old golden retriever comb-over/pompadour now salted by a touch of gray as seen in recent campaign appearances he took to the platform with a subdued champaign color do.  There has been some debate about how much of that color was due to his hair stylists and how much was a product of studio lighting.

But such tinkering was wasted on this sows ear.  He entered the stage with a dissolute wave at a non-existent crowd and quickly took up position behind his podium with a scowl firmly affixed to his face.

The opening handshake was a test of dominance. Harris's confident stride up to Trump behind his podium and cheery introduction caught Trump off  his guard.

Harris strode onto the stage with a confident smile, mane of hair shining like a shampoo ad, a slim black suite, and killer shoes.  She by-passed her lectern and crossed the space between them to offer her hand to Trump.  At first, I thought he was pulling a power move to force Harris to come to him.  But later I learned that the initiative was all hers—as she grasped his hand, she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Kamala Harris!”  The two had never met.  So much for the famed Trumpian intimidation.”

I watched on NBC since official host ABC is currently unavailable on my streaming service due to a contract dispute with Disney.  During the televised commentary before the debate began hot shot political reporters and guest pundits agreed that Harris needed to introduce herself to the sliver of undecided voters who some how “don’t  know anything about her.”  They noted that her experience as a prosecutor would stand her well but warned her not to engage him in a battle of charges and counter charges  She should hold herself aloof from the circus next door lest she should appear—unspoken wink/nod—bitchy instead of commanding.

As for Trump the same gaggle of newsies and candidate surrogates,  there was nothing they could do but roll their eyes in one fashion or another.  Trump could not be restrained by any caution to stick to issues and hold off on invective, and contain his bent for ridiculous stories.  Trump would be Trump and it was only a matter of time before the wheels came off.  The MAGA designates and embarrassed looking Republican office holders, could only hope that his invincible base would hold and that racism and misogyny would drive White men into the camp.

Harris came out briefly introduced herself as mostly a daughter of the middle class who understood the struggles of families striving to keep their heads above water while encouraging the next generation to succeed.  The contrast to the tycoon who started out with a $400,000+ gift from his land lord father; bankrupted businesses; cheated and chiseled on customers, contractors, and employees; committed bank fraud and a laundry list of indictable offenses in multiple jurisdictions; has been convicted of felonies; was impeached by the House of Representatives for his role in the January 11 Capitol siege; and, by the way has been ordered to pay millions to a victim of his sexual predatory behavior.  There it was all in one dump.

The Trump whopper.

Donald took the bait and was off and running launching a blistering personal attack on Harris and then accusing her of responsibility for “millions” of criminal/psycho/diseased/terrorist hoards overwhelming real Americans.  Harris looked on with a satisfied smile.  From then on she would poke him with a stick and he would go wildly more out of control.  Most notably, she got him to repeat as gospel a story pushed on the far fringes of right wing social media and promoted by Veep candidate J.D. Vance that immigrants were killing and eating pet dogs and cats in Springfield, Ohio.  Harris roared with laughter.  Moderator David Muir was quick to fact check the claim reporting that the city manager said flatly that there had been no reports of anything of the kind.  Flustered, Trump could on repeat that “I saw on TV…”

In between Trump eruptions Harris dodged some direct questions about her evolving policy views over time that would have required her to throw Joe Biden or some long-time allies under the bus, but she was able to turn aside Trump’s claim she is a Marxist by staking moderate ground in the one proposal she detailed—an aid to entrepreneurs grant program for start-up small business.  She also made defending and preserving womens reproductive health and LGBTQ+ rights, advocating sensible gun regulations, and preserving democratic government and the rule of law—all positions popular with critical swing voters, especially middle-class women and young people but an anathema to religious and cultural conservatives

Trump called Harris a Marxist echoing this AI fake circulating in the MAGA universe.

Abortion was such a thorny issue for Trump the he denied supporting a national abortion ban and bragged that his Supreme Court appointments, had over-turned Roe v. Wade  to return the issue to the states “like everyone wanted.”  Not only did such waffling risk offending abortion ban absolutists, but it patently failed to placate anxious women.  Flailing in desperation he let loose with another wild whopper the “post birth” abortions would be legal in Tim Waltzs Minnesota and other states.  That drew a quick fact check by the other moderator—no such laws are on the books or even contemplated.

Trump's post-birth abortion lie.  Harris extended her already considerable lead among women.

On foreign policy, Trump tried to blame the deaths of Americans during the evacuation of Kabul on the Biden-Harris administration and charged that her election would lead directly to the destruction of Israel.  Threading the needle between her long-standing support of Isreal and calling for an end to the brutal war on the people of Gaza was a challenge for Harris but seemed sane and rational.  On the counter attack Harris roasted Trump for his coziness and fealty to Vladamir Putin, admiration of strongmen dictators around the world, his attacks on NATO and other long-time allies, and his support for Russian aggression against Ukraine.  In response Trump called Hungarian neo-fascist strongman Viktor Orbán as a character witness.  Harris could have slapped the podium and shouted, “I rest my case.”

Trump's character witness--Viktor Orbán, Hungarian neo-fascist strongman.

But the debate, such as it was, continued through wrangling about the economy.  In closing Trump had only spittle and snarl left which he let out like an un-tied balloon—a lot of hot air propelling a fancy flight before collapsing on the floor empty and spent.  Harris was cool and poised.

The gaggles of talking heads in the post-debate analysis were in semi-stunned agreement that Harris not only won the debate, but handed Trump his ass.  Designated MAGA shills were at a loss to find a way to declare victory or even to dismiss the damage caused by their candidate’s meltdown.  Various panels of “undecided voters” on network and cable lopsidedly thought Harris was the victor and when asked some said the debate had changed their minds.  In the unkindest cut of all Fox News flatly admitted that the debate was a disaster for Trump.

A CNN instant poll showed the win over replacement surge by Harris.

Then  Taylor Swift identifying herself as a childless cat lady endorsed Harris and nearly melted down  social media.  Even more impressive or ominous depending on your point of view, 400,000 people flowed Swift’s link to Code Blue register to vote.

Overnight polls showed Harris with a significant bump over Trump nationally.  But the popular vote, no matter how lop-sided, is meaningless in the Electoral College where Republicans have institutional, locked in advantage.  The election will hang on a half dozen or so results in swing states.  Harris got a narrower boost in those states to take slender lead or tie.

Democrats and  critical target voters were ecstatic and more than a little smug flooding the internet with triumphant memes.  Many seemed to think that the debate was a knock out punch and that Harris could, you should pardon my expression, waltz to the Whitehouse.  But then they got a splash of cold water when a new Michigan poll showed Harris once again lagging Trump.  The debate had changed no minds.  It also exposed a weakness for Harris in the state with the largest and most important block of Muslim-Americans.  Support in that critical community is tepid at best and many leaders are urging boycotting the Presidential race this November.  For similar reasons many of the huge numbers of voters and potential voters in the state’s large universities, may also sit-out over Gaza.

Harris supporters flooded social media with post-debate triumphalism.

The Harris campaign did reap a huge swell in campaign donations, much of it from relatively small and first time doners.  The top of the ticket and major surrogates are doubling down on campaign swings in the contested states.  Harris practically qualifies for residency in Pennsylvania.

On the other side, Trump and his allies have doubled down on the most ridiculous and easily disproved lie—the unhinged migrants eat pets story.  They have specifically blamed Hattians and are attacking the city of Springfield, Ohio.  Bomb threats have been made and militia chatter suggests going to the city to take things into their own hands.  Hattians, many of whom have experienced political violence at home, are fearful of random street assaults, as well as attacks on schools and places that have sheltered and supported them.  On Friday Trump called a news conference to announce that he would begin his mass deportations in Springfield if elected.

Buckle down, it’s still going to be a bumpy ride.