To the American cowboy
Copyright © 1937, 2017 by Albert Whitman & Company
Hardcover edition published in 1937 by Albert Whitman & Company
Paperback edition published in 2017 by Albert Whitman & Company
ISBN 978-0-8075-6376-2
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Text by James Cloyd Bowman
Illustrations by Laura Bannon
Design by Ellen Kokontis
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CONTENTS
Preface to the New Edition
Preface to the First Edition
Part 1: Pecos Bill Becomes a Cowboy
Chapter 1. Pecos Bill Becomes a Coyote
Chapter 2. Pecos Bill Discovers He Is a Human
Chapter 3. Pecos Bill Meets a Cowpuncher
Chapter 4. Pecos Bill Becomes a Cowpuncher
Part 2: Modern Cowpunching Is Invented and Developed
Chapter 5. Pecos Bill Invents Modern Cowpunching
Chapter 6. Pecos Bill Teaches the Cowboys to Play
Chapter 7. Pecos Bill Invents the Perpetual Motion Ranch
Chapter 8. Pecos Bill Gentles the Devil’s Cavalry
Part 3: Pecos Bill Roams the Southwest
Chapter 9. Pecos Bill Busts Pegasus
Chapter 10. Old Satan Busts Pikes Peak
Chapter 11. Eyeglass Dude Englishmen
Chapter 12. Enter Slue-Foot Sue
Chapter 13. Cutting Peewee’s Eyeteeth
Chapter 14. Pecos Bill Busts the Cyclone
Chapter 15. The Mysterious Stranger
Chapter 16. Slue-Foot Sue Dodges the Moon
Part 4: The Passing of Pecos Bill
Chapter 17. Rustlers Deluxe
Chapter 18. The Going of Pecos and Widow Maker
Chapter 19. The Fabled Demigod
PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION
“She’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can’t stand it. I been there before,” Huck famously says at the end of Mark Twain’s classic novel, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Huck’s final words refer to the possibility of going to live with Aunt Sally and losing the wild and free lifestyle he’s become accustomed to. But his words also foreshadow the growing pains the country will endure later that century, as settlers head to the West and begin to close off the wide-open spaces that once defined it.
In the center of that contested open space is the legend of Pecos Bill. On one hand, the tall tales surrounding this one-of-a-kind cowboy reflect the freedom that the pioneers felt within their new surroundings. But they also reveal the anxieties that came with knowing that the ways of the frontier could not last. The stories are constantly reinforcing frontier values, often posing newcomers as people who need to be converted to the ways of the West.
Now, there is little doubt that tall tales such as these were told around the roundup campfires of the Southwest. However, some readers may take issue with Bowman’s statement that Pecos Bill is “a volume of genuine American folklore.” After all, there is little evidence that the character of Pecos Bill was known to the early cowboys of the Southwest. Instead, the yarns seem to have been popularized much later, in 1923, by Edward “Tex” O’Reilly. Bowman seems to know this history, and he even credits O’Reilly as a “creator of Pecos Bill yarns” in his preface.
So when Bowman calls his book “a volume of genuine American folklore,” what does he mean? He likely means that it is made of folklore—that the raw materials of the book are folk stories but that those stories have been arranged around a central character and crafted into a work of literature. Like Huckleberry Finn, Pecos Bill combines oral and literary traditions to capture the mood of the time while also creating a meaningful story.
It’s also a timeless story. A 1937 press release in Publishers Weekly claimed Pecos Bill was “ageless in its appeal.” This bold statement was affirmed in 1938, when the Newbery committee awarded Pecos Bill with a Newbery Honor. And again in 1957, when the book was selected into the inaugural class of the Lewis Carroll Shelf Award, joining such books as Mr. Popper’s Penguins, The Wind in the Willows, The Little House in the Big Woods, and The Tale of Peter Rabbit on the list of titles deemed fit to share a shelf with Carroll’s classic, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
One reason for the novel’s lasting success is that it tells a story as old as ancient mythology and as contemporary as the latest superhero film. It’s the story of a powerful demigod stuck between worlds. On one hand, Pecos has his wild upbringing—the source of his supernatural powers and morally upright disposition. On the other, he has the world of humans, which he can’t deny he belongs to, but that he views as more inhuman than anything else. Of course, the people around him have their own expectations about where he should fit in. But Pecos forges his own way, seemingly oblivious of others’ expectations for him, and while no one else can predict Pecos’s actions, they can’t help but marvel at the results.
Pecos Bill isn’t only an homage to the can-do spirit of the pioneers and cowboys, though that’s certainly part of it. What makes the story a classic is the way Bowman’s hero shows readers how to stay true to themselves during life’s times of change—and have a rip-roaring good time doing it. Some of the frontiers we face have changed over the past eighty years, just as they had in the eighty years between the migration West and the time that Bowman wrote about Pecos Bill. But to see Pecos handle these challenges with such pure excitement and joy continues to be an inspiration for all.
Jonathan Westmark
Albert Whitman & Company
PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION
This is a volume of genuine American folklore. For years the author has made folklore his hobby. He has collected these stories from many and varied sources. He has had access to the largest collections of original documents left by the early adventurers into the open range country. He has gleaned facts from the fabulous storytellers, whose hearts have swelled with the expansive joys of the unexplored West. He has listened to the yarns of present-day cowboys, whose imagination has been stirred by broad frontier humor.
The author wishes to express his thanks to the following persons who have interested themselves in his research: the officers of the Harvard University Library, who gave him permission to work in the stacks among their original documents; Philip Ashton Rollins, author of The Cowboy: His Equipment, and His Part in the Development of the West; Dr. J. Frank Dobie, secretary of the Texas Folklore Society; Tex O’Reilly, creator of Pecos Bill yarns; Harry Benge Crozier, editor of The Cattleman; J. Marvin Hunter, editor of the Frontier Times; E. W. Winkler, librarian of the University of Texas; and Charles E. Brown of Madison, Wisconsin, authority on western folklore.
These adventures of Pecos Bill constitute a part of the Saga of the Cowboy. They are collected from the annals of the campfire and the roundup. They preserve the glory of the days when men were men, and when imagination and wonder rode hand in hand to conquest and to undying fame.
These tales are vital examples of the broad humor of America that has been long in the making. The bigness of the virgin frontier expanded the imagination of the first settlers, and the hardness of the life developed their self-reliance.
Before 1800, these forefathers were singing Yankee Doodle and jigging and laughing and laying bets to see who could add the most nonsensical stanza to the humorous ballad.
As civilization sw
ept over the Appalachians, and decades later, as it again swept across the Mississippi, the expansive individualism of the frontiersmen grew by leaps and bounds. Truth soon became entirely too small for the new, strange environment, and men began to exaggerate with the zest and amusement of small boys in seeing how nimble they could keep their wits and how flexible their imaginations.
The frontiersmen thus freed themselves from the drab, cruel world of hardship and tragedy which encompassed them everywhere. One tall tale naturally led to a taller tale, until every strange situation and every untoward experience of the backwoods was given a fresh glamor, as wonderful as the beauty and the strangeness of the ancient world of Greek mythology or the Age of Chivalry. It was in this manner that the frontiersmen saved their souls and prevented their bodies and minds from succumbing to the entire want of luxury and the stint of comfort.
To rightly give this imaginative world of their creation a definite form and substance, they added the charm of fictitious narrative and mythical characters. During each decade they reorganized their wild yarns about some popular hero such as Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett. And the hearty laughter that ensued from their wild exploits of fancy did them good like a medicine.
During the last three decades of the nineteenth century our civilization opened two new frontiers and added two new heroes of gargantuan proportions. When the great armies of lumberjacks swung singing into the virgin forests, they found an outlet for their suddenly released imagination in Paul Bunyan; and when, about the same time, other great armies of singing cowboys galloped into the range country of the Southwest, they created Pecos Bill. Paul Bunyan and Pecos Bill are not only between themselves blood brothers, but they are also brothers to Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett, as well as to such lesser known figures as Blowing Cave, Nimrod Wildfire, and Sam Slick.
About the person of Pecos Bill have been told—and still are being told—the best of the tall yarns that have survived the old frontier days. Pecos Bill is a gentleman at heart, and directs his course by the commonsense, homely virtues of the frontier. He represents the best and most characteristic broad humor of America.
James Cloyd Bowman
PART 1
PECOS BILL BECOMES A COWBOY
CHAPTER 1
PECOS BILL BECOMES A COYOTE
Pecos Bill had the strangest and most exciting experience any boy ever had. He became a member of a pack of wild Coyotes, and until he was a grown man, believed that his name was Cropear, and that he was a full-blooded Coyote. Later he discovered that he was a human being and very shortly thereafter became the greatest cowboy of all time. This is how it all came about.
Pecos Bill’s family was migrating westward through Texas in the early days, in an old covered wagon with wheels made from cross sections of a sycamore log. His father and mother were riding in the front seat, and his father was driving a walleyed, spavined roan horse and a red and white spotted milk cow hitched side by side. The eighteen children in the back of the wagon were making such a medley of noises that their mother said it wasn’t possible even to hear thunder.
Just as the wagon was rattling down to the ford across the Pecos River, the rear left wheel bounced over a great piece of rock, and Bill, his red hair bristling like porcupine quills, rolled out of the rear of the wagon, and landed, up to his neck, in a pile of loose sand. He was only four years old at the time, and he lay dazed until the wagon had crossed the river and had disappeared into the sagebrush. It wasn’t until his mother rounded up the family for the noonday meal that Bill was missed. The last anyone remembered seeing him was just before they had forded the river.
The mother and eight or ten of the older children hurried back to the river and hunted everywhere, but they could find no trace of the lost boy. When evening came, they were forced to go back to the covered wagon, and later, to continue their journey without him. Ever after, when they thought of Bill, they remembered the river, and so they naturally came to speak of him as Pecos Bill.
What had happened to Bill was this. He had strayed off into the mesquite, and a few hours later was found by a wise old Coyote, who was the undisputed leader of the Loyal and Approved Packs of the Pecos and Rio Grande Valleys. He was, in fact, the granddaddy of the entire race of Coyotes, and so his followers, out of affection to him, called him Grandy.
When he accidentally met Bill, Grandy was curious, but shy. He sniffed and he yelped, and he ran this way and that, the better to get the scent, and to make sure there was no danger. After a while he came quite near, sat up on his haunches, and waited to see what the boy would do. Bill trotted up to Grandy and began running his hands through the long, shaggy hair.
“What a nice old doggy you are,” he repeated again and again.
“Yes, and what a nice Cropear you are,” yelped Grandy joyously.
And so, ever after, the Coyotes called the child Cropear.
Grandy was much pleased with his find and so, by running ahead and stopping and barking softly, he led the boy to the jagged side of Cabezon, or the Big Head, as it was called. This was a towering mass of mountain that rose abruptly, as if by magic, from the prairie. Around the base of this mountain the various families of the Loyal and Approved Packs had burrowed out their dens.
Here, far away from the nearest human dwelling, Grandy made a home for Cropear, and taught him all the knowledge of the wild out-of-doors. He led Cropear to the berries that were good to eat and dug up roots that were sweet and spicy. He showed the boy how to break open the small nuts from the piñon, and when Cropear wanted a drink, he led him to a vigorous young mother Coyote who gave him of her milk. Cropear thus drank in the very life blood of a thousand generations of wild life and became a native beast of the prairie, without at all knowing that he was a man-child.
Migrating the Rio Grande
Grandy became his teacher and schooled him in the knowledge that had been handed down through thousands of generations of the pack’s life. He taught Cropear the many signal calls, and the code of right and wrong, and the gentle art of loyalty to the leader. He also trained him to leap long distances and to dance and to flip-flop and to twirl his body so fast that the eye could not follow his movements. And most important of all, he instructed him in the silent, rigid pose of invisibility, so that he could see all that was going on around him without being seen.
And as Cropear grew tall and strong, he became the pet of the pack. The Coyotes were always bringing him what they thought he would like to eat, and were ever showing him the many secrets of the fine art of hunting. They taught him where the Field Mouse nested, where the Song Thrush hid her eggs, where the Squirrel stored his nuts, and where the Mountain Sheep concealed their young among the towering rocks.
When the Jackrabbit was to be hunted, they gave Cropear his station and taught him to do his turn in the relay race. And when the Pronghorn Antelope was to be captured, Cropear took his place among the encircling pack and helped bring the fleeting animal to bay and pull him down, in spite of his darting, charging antlers.
Grandy took pains to introduce Cropear to each of the animals and made every one of them promise he would not harm the growing man-child. “Au-g-gh!” growled the Mountain Lion, “I will be as careful as I can. But be sure to tell your child to be careful too!”
“Gr-r-rr!” growled the fierce Grizzly Bear, “I have crunched many a marrow bone, but I will not harm your boy. Gr-r-rr!”
“Yes, we’ll keep our perfumery and our quills in our inside vest pockets,” mumbled the silly Skunk and Porcupine, as if suffering from adenoids.
But when Grandy talked things over with the Bull Rattlesnake, he was met with the defiance of hissing rattles. “Nobody will ever make me promise to protect anybody or anything! S-s-s-s-ss! I’ll do just as I please!”
“Be careful of your wicked tongue,” warned Grandy, “or you’ll be very sorry.”
But when Grandy met the Wouser, things were even worse. The Wouser was a cross between the Mountain Lion and the Grizzly Bear, and was t
en times larger than either. Besides that, he was the nastiest creature in the world. “I can only give you fair warning,” yowled the Wouser, “and if you prize your man-child, as you say you do, you will have to keep him out of harm’s way!” And as the Wouser continued, he stalked back and forth, lashing his tail and gnashing his jaws and acting as if he were ready to snap somebody’s head off. “What’s more, you know that nobody treats me as a friend. Everybody runs around behind my back spreading lies about me. Everybody says I carry hydrophobia—the deadly poison—about on my person, and because of all these lies, I am shunned like a leper. Now you come sneaking around asking me to help you. Get out of my sight before I do something I shall be sorry for!”
The Wouser
“I’m not sneaking,” barked Grandy in defiance, “and besides, you’re the one who will be sorry in the end.”
So it happened that all the animals, save only the Bull Rattlesnake and the Wouser, promised to help Cropear bear a charmed life so that no harm should come near him. And by good fortune, the boy was never sick. The vigorous exercise and the fresh air and the constant sunlight helped him to become the healthiest, strongest, most active boy in the world.
All this time Cropear was growing up in the belief that he was a full-blooded Coyote. Long before he had grown to manhood, he learned to understand the language of every creeping, hopping, walking, and flying creature, and, boy-like, he began to amuse himself by mimicking every animal of his acquaintance. He soon learned to trill and warble like a Mocking Bird and to growl like a Grizzly Bear. He could even yowl like a Wouser and sputter like a stupid Skunk.
The Coyotes didn’t much like this mimic language, for they were never sure whether they were hearing a Sage Hen or a Buffalo or a Cricket, or whether it was merely Cropear at his play. But Cropear was so full of animal spirits and healthy mischief that he could never keep long from this sport. In time he became so expert as a mimic that he could confuse even the Rattlesnake or the Field Mouse or the Antelope. He could thus call any animal to himself, assume the rigid pose of invisibility, and completely deceive the cleverest creature alive.
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