June 7, 2012

The Master Bedroom

I guess could have grabbed a shot of every room in the house. And maybe I should have. But this one seemed to best illustrate the experience.

The view of the ranch’s buildings and the main road indicated to me that this was probably where Patrick Walsh slept.

Here in the 21st century it is difficult to imagine what life was like in the early 20th century in the Nevada Desert. Luckily, Patrick Walsh’s son, Patrick Jr. was kind enough to write a bit about life on a cattle ranch in the desert in the 1900’s. Before his passing, Patrick Walsh Jr. wrote about a winter cattle drive from the ranch to Fallon, NV in 1906. Patrick Jr. was 16 years old at the time.

Reaching Middle Gate early in the afternoon, it was decided to push on to West Gate, a distance of 4 miles. At West-Gate, we drove cattle through the gap and turned them loose after starting them in the direction of Dixie Valley. Here we found some shelter in a cabin that belong to the station-tender, a man by the name of Vaughn.

After we had prepared and eaten our dinner, and after the stock and saddle horses had been blanketed and fed for the night, Will, my brother and I rolled out our beds on the cabin floor, intending to have a good night sleep.

Before slumber had overtaken us, suddenly from out of the night came the sound of cracking boards – then the sound of hoof – beats on the frozen surface of the ground. Jumping up out of our bed and putting on our outer garments, we found that the seventy-five head of stock horses had broken down the corral and had escaped, traveling in the direction of home.

There were two things we could do. Let them go or saddle our horses and attempt to recapture them. Not knowing where they would go, we decided to surround them, if possible. Cold as it was, we eventually managed to surround all but a few head and replaced them back in the enclosure after repairing the broken side of the corral.

The following morning after a restless night, once more we proceeded in the direction of Fallon. The wagons were moved along the road to what is called Frenchman’s Station.



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