White Horse Lake

White Horse

PEOPLE DREAM DREAMS and from dreams come realizations. To the people of Williams, Arizona, the fulfillment of a dream was a lake in their forest of ponderosa pine where they could picnic, swim, fish and vacation. Men familiar with the territory around Williams through hunting, logging and stock grazing knew of a place twenty miles south of their town which was a natural setting for a lake. It would mean the building of a goodsized dam to pocket the water that each spring ran from the 1300 acres surrounding the lake site when the winter snows began to thaw. Snows which had lain many feet deep under the pines until the sun once more returned to reign over the forests.

Logging operations still were going on in this wilderness area and when approached the company readily agreed to set aside 120 acres of virgin ponderosa pine at the lake site. They promised, too, that as soon as the first earth and rocks were laid for the dam, they would cut the timber from the area to be filled with water.

That was good news to the people of Williams and with willing minds and willing hands they set about the task of appropriating money toward the dam which was to afford them the lake they had dreamed of. Williams is not a large town (population 2700) but all gave what they could in time and money, some asmuch as fifty or one-hundred dollars, and before long $2,500 had been collected for their dam.

Lake BY ANN L. BOHL WALTER E. BOHL

With their town caterpillar tractor and grader and with like equipment hired from Phoenix, with shovels, crowbars and axes they started a dam. And the ringing of axes and swish of saws announced the logging company, too, was holding good to its end of the bargain. They must have been a happy group of workers, eagerly working to make possible this beautiful lake which has brought so much fun and enjoyment to the people of Williams and to their friends or visitors to their town. It was hard work no doubt but fun, too, as each load of dirt, each stone made their dam a bit higher and wider and they were that much nearer their goal. It must, indeed, have been an adventure.

The first summer, 1935, saw a good start on the dam when winter set in and spring once again had to come to the forest before further work could be done. There were anxious moments in Williams that winter and when the spring thaws began, fear was felt that the unfinished dam might give away. However, these people to whom this dam meant so much were determined to not let that happen and with their caterpillar tractor hitched to sleighs, with 1200 gunny sacks they made their way to the dam. The sacks half filled with earth(Continued on Page Forty)

Pipe Spring

(Continued from Page Twenty-one) The under Captain Andrus, going southeastward. The party under Captain Andrus came on to two Paiutes, an old man and a boy, chasing a calf they had wounded. The posse took the two into custody, and questioned them during most of the following night. The next morn-ing the captives led the posse to where the bodies of Whitmore and McIntyre lay, covered with snow, but filled with so many arrows they “looked like porcupines.” The Andrus party next ran into a camp of Paiutes who had on clothing that had been taken from the bodies of the white men. After some discussion, the posse decided to shoot these Paiutes, on the assumption that they had killed Whitmore and McIntyre. A member of the posse complained that he couldn't “just shoot them down standing there.” The Indians were told to run for their lives. Then the posse men shot them. It was later claimed by other Paiutes that the Navajo had killed Whitmore and McIntyre, then traded their clothing to these innocent Paiutes.

The Navajo continued to raid the southern Utah settlements for horses and cattle. After one particular extensive raid, Captain James Andrus was ordered to organize a militia to kill or capture the raiders, before they could get back across the Colorado River.

The militia, on the trail of the Navajo was camped on a ridge not far from Pipe Spring. Just before dawn the corporal of the guard, Sixtus E. Johnson, saw a light far to eastward.

The militia rode quietly up to within fifty yards of the edge of Burnt Gulch, left a small detail to hold the horses, then crept up to the edge of the Gulch. Below was a large band of Navajo warriors breaking camp. At the first fire of the militia the Navajo scattered, but they quickly rallied and faced the attackers. Many of them had only bows and arrows. The militia had good guns they had brought back from the Mexican war. The warriors did not have a chance. A few stragglers made their way to a distant ridge, but were felled by the long ranged rifles. One fierce old warrior sat wounded in the gulch twanging an empty bow to show his hatred and defiance. A bullet finished him off. Another warrior raised his bow and aimed at Captain Andrus. Someone shouted “look out!” just as the arrow left the bow. Andrus jerked the bridle reins, his magnificent horse “Black Hawk” threw up his head and caught the arrow in the forehead. It later took a pair of blacksmith's pincers to get the arrow out. The band of Navajo was killed to the last man.

In April, 1870, Erastus Snow acting on instructions from Brigham Young, sent A. P. Winsor to purchase from Mrs. James Whitmore the Pipe Spring Ranch-140 acres, for one thousand dollars to be used by the Canaan Herd. A cooperative livestock association was formed in 1873 to run livestock with head-quarters at Pipe Springs. In this cooperative, the Latter Day Saints Church was the largest investor ($10,000), and Brigham Young put $2350 of his own money in this association. It was called the Winsor Castle Livestock Growers Association. Brigham Young was made president. J. W. Young, vice president, A. F. McDonald, secretary and treasurer. A. P. Winsor proposed to do the fencing and take care of the herd for $3500. His compensation was later adjusted at $1200. Prior to this the Canaan Cooperative Stock Company had been formed with Erastus Snow and James Andrus at its head. In 1878 the Winsor Castle Stock-growers Association merged, with James Andrus as superintendent.

The Arizona Strip was five thousand square miles of waving grasslands. That was before it had been overgrazed, trampled out, changed into a semi-desert of useless sulfur brush, gullies, washes, ravines. “Canaan Co-op. Stock Company declared a dividend this month of 25% for the fiscal year ending June 30, 1875.” Since Pipe Spring was not only headquarters for a growing livestock industry but an important outpost of the young Mormon Empire, Brigham Young instructed Joseph W. Young, president of St. George Stake, to have a fort constructed at Pipe Spring. A. P. Winsor was to superintend the construction, which was begun in the fall of 1870. Joseph W. Young with a party of about forty men worked on the Fort, which was constructed of Chinle red sandstone quarried in the nearby hills. Tamar Young, wife of Richard Young, helped plan the Fort, which was to consist of two two-story buildings facing each other with a walled court-yard between. The buildings were placed directly over the spring, so that in case of a siege there would be plenty of water available for horses and men.

In the winter of 1871 the Deseret Telegraph Company's line reached Pipe Spring and an instrument was installed there with Luella Stewart as operator. This was an extension of a network of telegraph lines conceived by Brigham Young to link his people together.

At about this time Winsor installed a “Ralph's Oneida Cheese Vat,” and his wife, who had taken a number of prizes for cheese making in Utah, began to make cheese at Pipe Spring. Winsor and his son, aided by four other men, milked about a hundred cows here. They not only made cheese, but quantities of butter, which was packed in flour in barrels, or made in rolls, covered by salt sacks which were then packed in flour. Every few weeks a wagon-load of butter and cheese was shipped to St. George to feed workers on the temple being constructed there.

Men from all the settlements of Southern Utah were leaving their farms to donate work on the St. George Temple, a beautiful and impressive structure that now stands out like a great white jewel in this little Virgin River Valley. Stone for the temple was quarried and hauled to the site with ox-team from Mt. Trumbull, over sixty miles away. Consider that the structure cost around a million dollars and there can be no doubt that the Mormon Pioneers were a rugged and determined people.

From all over the Arizona Strip came food and materials for the workers and the construction of the Temple. At Mt. Trumbull was a lumber mill and a dairy herd. From Pipe Spring, Canaan, and as far away as Houserock Valley came butter and cheese and beef. That all this was not donated is attested by the fact that in October, 1874 (Millenial Star, October 20, 1874) “the Winsor Castle Stock Growing Company declared a dividend of 37% for the past eighteen months on $14,000 active capital, 49% being the actual gains.” There were sporadic raids by Navajo on Southern Utah towns after the erection of the Fort at Pipe Spring, but no serious trouble developed. A small fort was established at what is now Lee's Ferry, where the Navajo forded the river during season of low flood. This diverted the raiders to the Ute Ford, thirty-five miles northward, making it more difficult for them to reach the settlements, and discouraging them somewhat.

Real peace was brought about between Mormons and Navajo, not by the heavy handed and ruthless methods of James Andrus and his “bareback posse,” but by a brave, serene, kindly zealot, Jacob Hamblin, whom Brigham Young designated as “Missionary to the Lamanites” (Indians).

Jacob Hamlin led many exploring parties from Southern Utah into Northern Arizona, establishing ferry sites such as Lee's Ferry, Pierce's Ferry, and mapping routes for wagon trails. He had an almost hypnotic persuasiveness with the Indians, and on two occasions risked his life to walk into war councils of the Navajo to dissuade them from going against the Mormons. Once, at Fort Defiance, he went into the tent where the war council was being held, while hundreds of warriors stood outside, angry at the unjustified killing of three of the warriors by men they considered Mormons. Quietly, persuasively, he stood and talked to the leaders and when he had gone they were convinced that the Mormons were not to blame, and that it was better to trade in peace with Hamblin's people than to try to make war on them.

After what was known as the Church Herd, operated from Pipe Spring, was sold into private hands, Pipe Spring became another cattle ranch and settled to a quiet guest place, where the occasional traveler could spend a night.

On May 31, 1923, by proclamation of President Harding, Pipe Spring became Pipe Spring National Monument, with Leonard Heaton as acting custodian. Now an effort is being made to gather together here for preservation and display the tools, the furniture, the weapons, the implements and artifacts by which the Mormon pioneers conquered a great territory with their industry and courage, and made possible a gracious life of ease in in Southern Utah towns out of wealth taken from the broad plateaus of the region north of the Colorado.

Now enthroned on a pedestal is the white-faced Hereford steer, king of the Arizona Strip; but the visitor to Pipe Spring, who drinks of its cool waters, sits in its refreshing shade for a little, while he gazes out over the grey mesas will think, perhaps of the bones of brave warriors lying in Burnt Gulch, or of the many weeks of wearing effort of the men and women who worked to feed the men and women who built a magnificent edifice to the glory of God.

Pipe Spring in its homely strength and simple dignity typifies the life and character of the early Mormons. It made possible the work they did in bringing into cultivation their little valleys along the creeks and rivers, so that they might live and worship and build to the glory of God and for the security of their children. Had it not been for the thick stone walls of Pipe Spring Fort standing red and silent in the wilderness there might have been no taber-nacles, no St. George temple to stand in shimmering white beauty above the salt grass plain of Utah's Dixie. For people must have peace and security if they are to create anything of lasting beauty.

Yet, someday should stand, in the shade of the silent trees before this fort, a monument in shining stone to remind us, not of the men who went against the Indians with guns and violence, but of the man, Jacob Hamblin, who walked among them without weapons and without fear, and in a quiet voice spoke to them of friendliness and peace, and persuaded them where others with force had failed.

They were “shingled” over the top, the water rushing over the burlap sacks without washing the dirt from under them.

Help came the next summer from the United States Forest Service which had become interested in the work, and with the help of the Civilian Conservation Corps the dam was com-pleted. Fireplaces with grates were installed and sturdy camp tables were made and placed about here and there under the pines. Toilets were built and garbage pits made with cement walls and tightly fitted metal covers.

Nestled in the heart of virgin ponderosa pine in Kaibab National Forest and at an elevation of about 6800 feet, this little lake has a beauti-ful setting. Visitors are welcomed by the sparkle of its waters, cool shade from the standing timber and wood in abundance for their campfires. There is plenty of room under the magnificent ponderosa pines for your tents, your cots and your trailers.

All lakes must have a name and it seems fitting that an old white horse which was seen so often to graze on the lake site should have a part in naming it. And thus it was called White Horse Lake. One might think of it perhaps as a small monument to the horse whose faithful service has meant so much in the building of the West and who is so much a part of this great open country.

In keeping with the founding of the lake, fish were planted. Twenty-eight thousand trout were planted that first year but none has ever been taken. It is thought they may or snag at the water's edge and plunge down to seize its prey in its claws. There are spines on the foot pad of the osprey which enables it to hold the slippery fish. Though quite large they are very graceful on the wing and very beautiful, too, with their brown and white markings. The throat and under part of their body and wings are quite white.

Two blue herons stood guard here and there on the lake shore and some times during the night we could hear their hoarse call. They are a smart and wary bird and oftentimes game will feel assured all is well if there is a blue heron on the shore when they come to drink. This fall three buck deer drank and unconcernedly butted and shoved each other about while a blue heron waded about in the water but as soon as it took flight upon seeing us they, too, whirled and bounded away.

With the coming of fall ducks visited White Horse Lake but since there is no food for them they rest a day or two and then go on with the exception of the grebes who feed very well on the many minnows in the lake. The Western Grebe, the largest of the grebes and very graceful with its long slender neck white underneath while its head and back were a dark slate grey, stayed at the lake for two or three weeks and swam past our trailer each morning leaving wakes like little steam boats. They came to fish and to sleep a bit in the warm sunshine of the sheltered inlet near. We missed them when they had gone and in a day or two some pied-bill grebes came past. In fishing the grebe kind of jumps from the water and then slips under it as gracefully and quietly as can be.

It was a great deal of fun to get our field glasses out each morning to see what ducks might have come in while we slept. There have been washed over the dam during the high usually were twenty to twenty-five on the lake water of that first winter while others feel they still are in the lake. And who knows but perhaps some day the right fly from some fisherman's rod will find hidden somewhere among the waters of White Horse Lake some of those trout which seem to have vanished so completely. In seven years they would have grown a great deal; wouldn't they?

There are large mouth black bass, some of which have weighed three and four pounds while the largest ever taken weighed four and three-fourths pounds. That ought to be good news to any fisherman whether he be an advocate of the flyrod, the rod and reel or an old cane pole baited with a piece of liver or an angleworm. Channel catfish, crappie and bluegills, too, are here for the taking and a steel net stretched across the spillway of the dam is assurance that no fish will again leave White Horse Lake during the high water of spring.

We never tired of watching those expert fishermen the ospreys, commonly known as the fish hawks, the belted kingfisher and the blue herons. The kingfishers noisy and very jealous that “their territory” was being invaded by the hawk. They were rather pleased, however, to have the grebes sometimes called Hell Divers diving about in their search for minnows and other food; the disturbance no doubt sending minnows scurrying here and there for the quick eye of the kingfisher who would leave his perch on a rock or a limb of an old snag and dive at his prey, snapping a minnow up in his strong beak and turning it about to swallow it without putting it down. I was a little surprised to find they could “chatter” while holding a minnow in their beak.

The osprey would perch in an old dead pine each day and one morning we counted forty. We observed widgeons, ringnecks, teal, mallards, wood ducks and the regal canvasback, One morning after a light snow which clung to the trees and turned the woods into a fairyland, we found ten teal in the shallow waters of an inlet at the far end of the lake from our trailer. They were standing about in the shal low waters and as we watched they waded out onto the shore. We couldn't see their markings very distinctly but believe them to be blue-winged teal. They hadn't heard us approach and when they saw us they called two or three times and then sprang into the air. The teal is small and one of the fastest of ducks with rather an erratic flight. How easily and swiftly those ten flew as they circled about over the lake!

When the sun had set and day was done the ducks would leave the lake to go to feed and to migrate farther. It was a thrilling sound to hear the “swee, swee, swee” of their wings as they passed overhead and to see their bodies silhouetted in the red of the setting sun. About that time, too, our old friends the owls would be about. I wish they weren't quite so elusive for we love to hear them “hoot” and would like to see them more often.

White Horse Lake is within a game refuge area and deer were very plentiful. At the same end of the lake where we had seen the blue-winged teal, one beautiful, sunny morning we saw a herd of twenty-six deer does, bucks, and fawns, as they slipped silently along through the big pines. The fawns with a playful extra spurt of speed now and then. How beautiful these mule deer are in their winter coats a very dark grey and in some instances almost black it seems. One evening ten drank at the inlet near our trailer and didn't seem to mind our being so close. We have found that hoarse voices, quick movements and human scent startles game one's presence alone not bothering it a great deal. If there is no wind or if it is in your favor, deer will approach quite close but let them get your scent and the dirt will fairly fly from under their hoofs as they wheel and bound away.

On one of my walks to the dam, I saw seven or eight deer in a clearing across a fence. As I approached I was sure I saw three fawns, two bounded away immediately and the third seemed to disappear into some old windfalls. The last deer to leave was a large doe and when I looked particularly for the third fawn and it didn't leave I was of the opinion I had been mistaken in that first hurried glimpse of seeing them. In a few minutes the big doe came trotting into view again on the farther side of the windfalls and at some distance from me. Across the clearing and before she started up a hill she paused and looked back. From out of the tangled boughs of the windfall the third little fawn was trotting toward her, limping as it went. I realized then why it, too, hadn't bounded away. How well it knew its limitations for flight and had learned to seek protection in another manner.

As I started toward camp a cottontail rabbit scooted across my path and under an old log. When I got to the log I leaned across it at the place it had gone under and saw its body and two hind legs, one foot a little ahead of the other in readiness for flight, its head and front quarters under the log. It looked sleek and soft as it half crouched ready for flight and as I scrambled over the log it darted away in the direction from which it had come.

It is a beautiful drive of 20 miles over a good dirt road from Williams to White Horse Lake through pine, oak and aspen. The oak and aspen are much in the background during the summer but with the coming of fall the aspens' rich yellow make them a fairyland of gold while the less brilliant yellows and browns of the oaks make one know they, too, are present and for a few weeks the stately ponderosa pines must bow to the brilliant colors of their neighbors. It is nice to leave one's car at the lake and to wander through the woods on the old logging roads. It is a two mile walk to Willow Springs where you might be lucky enough to see some wild turkey come to water and just beyond it is a beautiful deep canyon.On the drive from Williams to the lake, wild turkeys sometimes cross in front of your car and very often in one old field we saw a herd of antelope, and one is always sure to see deer.

We have been at White Horse Lake since the latter part of August to obtain materials on wild turkey and antelope for etchings and paintings. It is now the first part of November and our several weeks here in this beautiful forest with the wildlife it harbors have been most enjoyable. Our days have been warm and sunny, our evenings with the myriads of stars overhead and the quiet that comes with evening have been most enjoyable and restful. We have enjoyed many a campfire, accompanied at times by two or three little mice scampering over the rocks in its glow. One night our light picked out the shining eyes of a deer as it fed nearby, while the yap, yap of a fox told us it was near.

The coyotes, too, frequently entertained us with their “music.” Their cry is always thrilling to hear and it sounds so wonderfully free.

Yours Sincerely.. OF THE ANCIENT DAYS:

Every time your grand magazine enters our house it seems as if part of the Arizona sunshine comes along with it. Your pictures and stories cannot be excelled by any magazine in the United States.

I would like to commend particularly your articles on archaeology. They are priceless to someone as interested in the subject as I am. As I sit reading the stories of the searches for the remains of mankind I feel like hopping a train and coming out there and joining in.

You once wrote in your magazine “Everyone comes sooner or later to Arizona.” I am hoping some day to make the long trek from here to the Valley of the Sun and I hope it will be “sooner”.

We here in the east who have read ARIZONA HIGHWAYS Wish to you out there in the Land of Magnificence the greatest of success with your publication.

Jean Mansfield, Tappan, New York.

Our Southwest, the greatest field for ar-With reference to the article in November Highways, “Florence Cowboy Cradle,” in which Lawrence Cardwell states that the town was named in honor of Florence McCormick, a maiden sister of the second governor of Arizona Territory. From this I assume the governor's name was also McCormick.

OF FAIR FLORENCE:

On page 164, Arizona Place Names, by Wm. C. Barnes, and published by the University of Arizona, it is stated the “Town named by Governor Safford, in honor of his sister, Florence.” The quotation was taken from Elliott's History of Arizona. Can you advise, please, which is correct.

Frank A. Schilling. Los Angeles.

NOTES ON A BOOK:

The people who enjoy “ARIZONA HIGHknow when anything has got under my skin as much. I remember when Forman Hanna took that picture, I didn't know it at the time. He gave one to my sister. Later it was exhibited in New York and in London. The pony in the picture was the “Meadows Brown.” He had been in Tom Water's string at the old Cross S. It was rather interesting, too, how Tom Waters came to Arizona. He got on a hell of a drunk in Texas at the tag end of the buffalo days when they were gathering buffalo bones. One morning a stranger woke him up when he was sleeping along side the damidest pile of buffalo bones he had ever seen in his life. “Do ya wanta sell them bones?” said the stranger. “I don't know what bones is sellin' for,” said Tom, “I ain't been to town in some time.” “I'll give ya three hundred dollars for the pile,” said the stranger. “Stranger,” said Tom, “you've bought some bones.” Tom took the three hundred dollars and came to Arizona. He had a stroke while he was working for the old Cross S outfit in Arizona and he laid for quite a while at the county hospital there in Globe. Tom couldn't speak but from the noises he made in his throat every cowboy who went to see him knew there was something Tom wanted to know that they couldn't answer. Finally, Shorty Caraway went in. “You wanta know about yore archaeological study on the American continent, wars” will be glad to know that, at last they has secrets yet be revealed. ARIZONA HIGHcan obtain a comprehensive publication on ARIZONA HIGHWAYS hopes to keep up with the passing parade Arizona flora.

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both arriving from Lima today, and shall “Flowering Plants and Ferns of Arizona,” anxiously await the arrival of this envelope is indeed a “comprehensive publication” on Arizona flora, the finest thing of its kind yet The pictures of the Navajo in the August published. More about it will appear in a later issue were of great interest to the native Cholos issue of Arizona Highways.

Here at the Hacienda, for they too raise sheep, spin wool and are experts in weaving and knitting. It was a great revelation to them to

learn that the great United States also had

people who resembled them in appearance and industry.

Will Crowfoot, Lima, Peru, S. A.

MEMORIES OF FORT HUACHUCA:

... I am just in receipt of an October copy of your magazine ARIZONA HIGHWAYS. It was sent me by a fine old cavalryman, who served many years in Arizona, General F. S. Foltz, retired and now living in Washington. He sent it to me because it contained an article entitled “Old Fort Huachuca,” in which my father, General S. M. Whitside, then a captain of the Sixth Cavalry, is given credit for having located the site of Arizona's great army post, Fort Huachuca. When I was two years old my mother and I joined father at Camp Huachuca, having made the trip from San Francisco to Yuma in a sailing vessel. Should the occasion present itself will you be kind enough to compliment Mr. Edward Kelly for me upon his very fine article Colonel Warren W. Whitside, Front Royal, Va.

From the beginning of the past

To this very day officers and men of Huachuca have held to the illustrious traditions of our country and its army. General Whitside (then Captain) started a bright chapter in our army's history when he located Old Fort Huachuca many years ago.

horses?” said Shorty. Tom made a strange noise in his throat and Shorty-bless his lyin' heart-knew what the old boy wanted. “There's nobody rode your horses since you left the outfit,” said Shorty. “They're all fat and sassy. An' 'my little stud' that's what Tom called the 'Meadows Brown' is as fat as a butter ball, jist waitin' for you.” Tom died a few days later but the old boy was happy when he died. That's the pony in the picture, Johnny. “My little stud,” the “Meadows Brown” a good little pony, an' honest.

Ross Santee, Arden, Delaware.

NEIGHBORLY NOTES:

... I have just seen a copy of your magazine

for September, 1942 (Vol. XVIII, No. 9) and

was deeply impressed with its beauty and edu-

cational value. As a teacher of Spanish who

has spent six summers in Mexico, my interest

would naturally be aroused by that “Mexican

Portfolio.” I should like very much to have

a copy of my own to put at the disposal of my

pupils, since much of our work is centered about Mexico.

In closing, let me congratulate you on the

attractive appearance and general accuracy

of this September issue. I feel that you have

done something valuable for the citizens of the

United States in presenting this panorama of

their southern neighbor, and for the people of

Mexico in the vivid interpretation you have given their cities and districts.

Miss Mary-Louise Bailets,

John Harris High School,

Harrisburg, Penna.

OUR CHRISTMAS ISSUE

I cannot resist taking time out to send a little note of congratulations to you and your staff on the Christmas issue of ARIZONA HIGHWAYS. All of the illustrations in this issue are exceptionally good, and seem to me to typify that country more than is ordinarily the case in reproduced photographs.

As for the color reproductions of “This Land I Love,” I have seen no finer reproductions in color of that country than are represented by the cuts in your Christmas issue. To one who has seen no little bit of that country, they are most welcome and to my mind more true to life than any color reproductions I have seen of that beautiful land.

The two full page pictures entitled “Medicine Man” and “Navajo,” are outstanding, particularly the latter.

Chas. A. Collier, Vice President, Georgia Power Company, Atlanta, Georgia.

THE “MEADOWS BROWN”

A GOOD LITTLE PONY, AN' HONEST: And The Christmas number came today, it's Sunday too-six above zero and cold. I don't