“RUSS ANDERSEN, Cattleman ” Watercolor by kayti sweetland rasmussen
“CORRALLED” watercolor by kayti sweetland rasmussen
In the mid to late 1800s, some 10 million cattle would be driven north out of Texas, in the greatest forced migration of animals in human history. It was the birth of the American cowboy.
Though romanticized in book and movie, the life of the men and boys who drove cattle was dirty and hard, sweating in the heat of the day and freezing at night. The miserable conditions in rainstorms bear no description, and certainly take the romance out of the working cowboy.
Cattle had been trailed from Texas to Missouri as early as 1842, and to California as early as 1854. Although the maps depicting these routes suggesting an orderly branch of roads, on the ground the paths taken were often circuitous as the drovers needed to provide water and grass for the herd along the way. This meant following rivers and creeks and tracing the routes of old Indian and buffalo trails.The earliest endpoints were the railheads of the Union Pacific and the Missouri Pacific railroads, which were gradually extending their tentacles of track westward now that the Civil War was over and capital was available for their expansion.
But nothing about this trail driving scheme turned out to be quite as easy as it looked on paper. The first challenge: a cattle drive required horses, but freely roaming mustangs needed to be roped, corralled and broken by a skilled broncobuster.It typically took five to six days to properly break a wild mustang. And to trail cattle north, a journey that could take three to six months, drovers needed four to six months, drovers needed four or five horses per cowboy.
Cattle drive
The second challenge: the behavior and temperament of the wild Texas Longhorn itself. It was a challenge for cowboys to round up these wild cattle. Texas Longhorns hid in the brush during the day and did most of their foraging during the night. Only briefly in the summer, when the tormenting mosquitoes were out in force, did they spend the daylight hours in open areas, where they hoped to find a breeze. Most of the time the cowboys were compelled to ride into the thorny brush to flush the cattle out. But a cow with a young calf was prepared to gore a horse to protect her offspring and the Longhorn bull was notoriously ornery, sullen, morose, solitary and pugnacious, as one cattleman put it; “The longer he lived the meaner he became.”
“HOME ON THE RANGE” oil painting by kayti sweetland rasmussen
Once a herd was assembled, the profit-seeking Texan faced his most grueling challenge: the trail drive itself, since railroads throughout the south had been badly damaged during the Civil War and had never ventured far into Texasl It required a minimum of eight men to drive a thousand head of cattle. The trail boss usually rode a few miles ahead, scouting out water holes and good places to graze the herd. The cook followed on the mess, or chuck wagon. Two cowboys were positioned at the point of the herd, and two along each swing, or flank. The two most junior cowboys brought up the rear and were known as drag riders. Their job was to keep the slow and lame cattle moving along. They were constantly subjected to dust and spatterings of the herd’s manure. They took the full brunt of its noxious odors. One staple of the diet was known as son-of-a-bitch stew, concocted from leftover cattle parts.
On a good day, a trail drive would cover fourteen or fifteen miles, usually with a break at midday for lunch. The greatest threat facing the drovers was a stampede. It didn’t take much to spook the jumpy Longhorns: lightning, the appearance of a wolf, the snap of a towel.
In the spring of 1867, some 35,000 headed up the trails,the next year, 75,000, the year after that 350,000, and in 1871, some 600,000. The great migration of Texas Longhorns, the largest forced migration of animals in human history, had begun in earnest. In all, some ten million cattle would be driven north out of Texas, accompanied by half a million horses and some 50,000 cowboys.
Exerts from “Cattle Kingdom” by Christopher Knowleton
A great summary, Kayti, and beautifully supplemented by your photos. –Curt
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Eating your son-of-a-bitch stew while sitting in the rain beside your bedraggled wet horse is not very romantic. “Mamas don’t let your babies become cowboys.”
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Even more so when you consider the pay! 🙂
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Whoops, meant paintings!
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Even before statehood — before colonization, actually — there were cattle drives here in Texas. The Spanish who planted the missions drove cattle to Mexico, and there were drives east to New Orleans via the old Opelousas Trail. But a cattle drive is a cattle drive, and the description you’ve offered could apply to every one of them.
Even today, “working cattle” is hard and sometimes dangerous work, but people get hooked on it. I knew a rancher in South Texas who’d begun working cattle when she was only about ten years old. When I met her? She was 85, and still riding.
Your paintings are wonderful. There is a romance to it all that can’t be denied, particularly when it comes to vaquero culture. This song goes nicely with your paintings, I think.
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Hard to imagine we eat that much beef. Russ Andersen was our cousin and tthere were vaqueros who came here to work years ago. I have a painting of them over the mantle in my family room. Hard workers and so colorful. It is hard dirty work and for some reason fascinates young boys. Two grandsons looked forward to hanging ober that fence at roundup, but only one became a “cowboy” of sorts. No cattle to drive here, so he ropes.
Loved the video Great photos and music.
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Fascinating subject and fantastic paintings. It’s not easy to do portraits in watercolour.
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Cowboy culture fascinates us. The music, pictures and old movies. It all looks romantic but I’m sure it lacks a bit of comfort.
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I don’t think I’ll be a cowboy after all.
Mind you, I Iook bedraggled enough to be one. Not that I’m hinting for a portrait. The fee you’d command is far beyond my reach.
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I imagine there were a few cowboys from London giving the cattle drive a bit of class. You would have fit in admirably. Then again remember the remittance men? Their families were happy to pay for their cowboy experience so long as they stayed away. You didn’t miss much I would guarantee. It paid to mind their Ps and Qs whatever they might be.
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Your paintings are splendid. What a talent and what an eye and what a brush!
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This is so interesting, Kayti, and a nice followup to the previous post about your new neighbors. Though I’ve lived my entire life invidious western states, I was unfamiliar with much of the material you included and found it fascinating. I had no idea that many cattle were trailed out of Texas. And your art is worth studying. I couldn’t quit looking at Home on the Range. It’s mood an detail captivated me.
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The movies may have made the life of a cowboy romantic, but as we can see, it left a lot to be desired. Namely a dry bed and a roof over their head. I too was amazed at the great number of cattle shipped. I can see where we got our desire for ‘beef”. Though we eat very little these days.
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