The Last American FrontierPaxson, Frederic L. (Frederic Logan)
History
The Last American Frontier
Paxson, Frederic L. (Frederic Logan)
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.); West (U.S.) -- History
Handling, housing, and feeding the thousands of laborers who built
the road was no mean problem. Ten years earlier the builders of the
Illinois Central had complained because their road from Galena and
Chicago to Cairo ran generally through an uninhabited country upon
which they could not live as they went along. Much more the continental
railways, building rapidly away from the settlements, were forced to
carry their dwellings with them. Their commissariat was as important as
their general offices.
An acquaintance of Bell told of standing where Cheyenne now is and
seeing a long freight train arrive "laden with frame houses, boards,
furniture, palings, old tents, and all the rubbish" of a mushroom city.
"The guard jumped off his van, and seeing some friends on the platform,
called out with a flourish, 'Gentlemen, here's Julesburg.'" The head of
the serpentine track, sometimes indeed "crookeder than the horn that
was blown around the walls of Jericho," was the terminal town; its
tongue was the stretch of track thrust a few miles in advance of the
head; repeatedly as the tongue darted out the head followed, leaving
across the plains a series of scars, marking the spots where it had
rested for a time. Every few weeks the town was packed upon a freight
train and moved fifty or sixty miles to the new end of the track. Its
vagrant population followed it. It was at Julesburg early in 1867; at
Cheyenne in the end of the year; at Laramie City the following spring.
Always it was the most disreputably picturesque spot on the anatomy of
the railroad.
In the fall of 1868 "Hell on Wheels," as Samuel Bowles, editor of
the _Springfield Republican_, appropriately designated the terminal
town, was at Benton, Wyoming, six hundred and ninety-eight miles from
Omaha and near the military reservation at Fort Steele. In the very
midst of the gray desert, with sand ankle-deep in its streets, the
town stood dusty white--"a new arrival with black clothes looked like
nothing so much as a cockroach struggling through a flour barrel."
A less promising location could hardly have been found, yet within
two weeks there had sprung up a city of three thousand people with
ordinances and government suited to its size, and facilities for vice
ample for all. The needs of the road accounted for it: to the east the
road was operating for passengers and freight; to the west it was yet
constructing track. Here was the end of rail travel and the beginning
of the stage routes to the coast and the mines. Two years earlier the
similar point had been at Fort Kearney, Nebraska.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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