These stories feature a larger than life cowboy from the North Dakota plains, William “Red” Saunders. Seems like every outfit in early western fiction has a red-haired cowpuncher. He’s bound to be colorful, and Red Saunders is no exception. His hair, someone notes, is a yard and a half long, and he has a noteworthy mustache. He is physically large, six-foot-three and 250 pounds of broad-shouldered, brute strength.
In appearance, he seems one of a type, dating as he does from the very turn of the century. The long-haired Bill Hickock comes to mind, as does Cherokee Hall from Alfred Henry Lewis’ Wolfville (1897) as drawn by Frederic Remington.
Cherokee Hall, Wolfville |
The stories. Only one woman, Loys, ventures into this company, a college girl from back East who falls in love with cowboy Kyle Lambert over the course of a summer. Red and the boys play Cupid as they help arrange a wedding and a getaway before her rancher uncle gets wind of the romance.
Loys is, in fact, a spirited invention. The cowboys have the usual prejudices against women. Before he meets her, Red says, “I had visions of a thin, yaller, sour little piece, with mouse-coloured hair plastered down on her head, and an unkind word for everybody." She turns out to be a looker, and Red says he’d make a play for her himself if he was ten years younger.
Then, as they’re on their way from the train station to the ranch, she surprises him by happily taking the reins of the team of horses. And while she does this, she expertly holds his hat against the wind, so he can light a cigarette. She was, he discovers, “like a boy.”
This story, “A Red Haired Cupid,” is the most focused of the bunch, with a beginning, middle, and end – in that order. “A Chance Shot” is a yarn about Red encountering a bunch of Indians and being chased by them. “The Golden Ford” starts as a drunken party for a cowboy known as Shadder (Shadow), who’s returning to England after being informed that he’s become a lord. His pardner Wind-River Smith gets tearfully emotional over this development.
Blackfoot, Idaho, 1907 |
West vs. East. “When the Chinook Struck Fairfield” is a novella about Red’s return to his hometown in New England. Though he's now 40 years old, his energy and personality jolt the sleepy town back to life. With his proceeds as a “gold miner,” he puts some of the locals to work on his cousin Mattie’s house, which has fallen into disrepair.
A likable young man appears, looking for a local business to invest in, and the two men buy a mill to convert into a strawboard factory. Phillips’ apparent point with all this is to show how introducing “western” business practices would pump life into small-town economies back East.
Romance takes a turn in this rambling story as well. Red realizes he’s fallen in love with his cousin Mattie and decides to ask her to marry him. It takes an incident involving a rabid dog to precipitate a proposal. And they all (except for the dog) live happily thereafter.
Types and stereotypes. This early example of a fictional cowboy strikes a chord to be found often again in what was to become the western genre. While the Eastern newspapers featured accounts of cowboy-related killings and mayhem less than 20 years before, this amiable, big-hearted fellow is now becoming a stock character in frontier fiction.
Placer mining, Coeur d'Alene, Idaho |
There are allusions to cowboys’ reputation for inventive cursing, all of them rendered as euphemisms: “Sufferin’ Ike!” “Jee-rusalem!” “Brigham Young’s off-ox!” Once Red says, “I cussed for ten minutes straight, without repeating myself once.” Red can even be something of a Mark Twain of the plains, sprinkling his tales with wry quotables like these: “Rheumatism’s no disease for people who can’t swear.” “I like to see a woman blush. It’s a trick they can’t learn.”
Wrapping up. These stories don’t bear up under much analysis. They are fairly light weight. As for real cowboying, there’s little of that in the stories. Red sleeps in a bunkhouse and successfully rides a half-broke, bucking horse until both drop from exhaustion. There’s a lot of heavy drinking and carousing, but gunplay is rare.
Early publisher of Phillips' stories |
Phillips’ writing career curiously comes to a stop after 1916. Some odd reports in the news about his personal life may shed light on this. Phillips married in 1898 and then separated from his wife in 1908. Two years later, she had him committed to Ward’s Island in New York, the State Hospital for the Insane, where he spent the years 1910-1913.
On his release she sought divorce on grounds of abuse caused by his admitted addiction to Bromo-Seltzer. This headache (and hangover) remedy originated in 1888 and became widely popular. I’ve never heard of a proclivity for this particular nostrum to induce domestic violence or bring the end to a writing career. One suspects there’s more here than meets the eye.
Red Saunders is available free online at googlebooks and Project Gutenberg.
Image credits: Wikimedia Commons
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ReplyDeleteIf I was another 100 lbs heavier, seven inches taller and had red hair, I could play ole Red in a movie, I think. I guess I'll just read the short stories instead.
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ReplyDeleteOscar, that would be computer-generated imagery.