Daniel J. Toomey Biography This biography appears on pages 910-913 in "History of Dakota Territory" by George W. Kingsbury, Vol. IV (1915) and was scanned, OCRed and edited by Maurice Krueger, mkrueger@iw.net. This file may be freely copied by individuals and non-profit organizations for their private use. Any other use, including publication, storage in a retrieval system, or transmission by electronic, mechanical, or other means requires the written approval of the file's author. This file is part of the SDGENWEB Archives. If you arrived here inside a frame or from a link from somewhere else, our front door is at http://usgwarchives.org/sd/sdfiles.htm DANIEL J. TOOMEY. Daniel J. Toomey of Spearfish has an intimate knowledge of the pioneer history of south Dakota and relates many interesting reminiscences of the '70s and his experiences with the Indians and the horse and cattle rustlers. It has been the substantial character of such men as Daniel J. Toomey that has brought about the reign of law and order which exists today and has contributed toward making this a prosperous section of the state, rich in all of the advantages found in the older east. He was born in New York city, May 17, 1852, and is a son of Jeremiah and Ellen (Sullivan) Toomey, who were natives of County Kerry, Ireland, in which country they were reared and married. They crossed the Atlantic in the early '40s, settling in New York city, and there the father followed the trade of shoemaking, which he had learned in his native land. He afterward removed to the suburbs of the city and engaged in gardening, spending the remainder of his life there, his last days being passed at Fort Hamilton. Daniel J. Toomey attended a Catholic school at Fort Hamilton and when fifteen years of age was apprenticed to learn the carpenter's trade, his term of indenture covering three years. He followed his trade for about two years, going to Chicago in May, 1872, and working in that city for six months after the fire. He then removed to Greeley, Colorado, where he engaged in mining and railroad work, surveying, cow punching, hunting and trapping until 1876, thus becoming familiar with the various phases of western frontier life. In that year he made his way to the Black Hills, leaving Sidney, Nebraska, on the 7th of March and arriving at Custer ten days later. He thence proceeded to Deadwood, reaching his destination on the 5th of April, 1876, after which he engaged in prospecting and hunting. While on the way to Custer the party with which he was traveling became lost and traveled into Spotted Tail camp before they knew it. The Indians tried to turn the party back, but finally allowed them to proceed. Recalling his experiences with the Indians, Mr. Toomey said: "Yes, I have been in several tight places, but the closest shave of all was when we strayed into the Indian camp or village in the Pine Ridge in western Nebraska, some ten or fifteen miles south of the Pine Ridge Indian reservation. We had not discovered the camp until too late to turn back, so we kept on our course through a mile or more of tepees. We had not gone very far, however, before we were surrounded by a rabble of squaws, papooses and old bucks. The young bucks, I presume, were all out hunting, five or six inches of snow having fallen the previous day. While these Indians were not on the warpath at this time, they were evidently preparing for it in the spring. They seemed very excited and angry and ordered us back by motions and signs, but we kept right on, believing it to be our only chance to get through. When we were about half way through the village a middle-aged buck who could speak some English rode up. He put up the biggest talk I ever heard from an Indian. The gist of it, as near as we could make out, was that if we did not turn back at once we would be cleaned out that night, or would not reach the Black Hills- that it was their country and the white man had no right to go there, and much more; but we kept right on moving. In desperation, the orator snatched a gun from a young Boston shoemaker who was a member of the party. The gun was a combination double-barreled shotgun and rifle, the finest of its kind I had ever seen, and the owner was very proud of it, but he was so frightened that he allowed it to go without any protest. The Indian started to ride away with the gun when another member of the party noticed the act and called to him to come back, but the culprit merely turned his grinning face to us and continued to ride away. The command was repeated in a tone of voice that brought the Indian to a sudden halt, and when he turned again he was looking into the muzzle of a Winchester cocked and ready. He hesitated a few seconds, the longest seconds I have ever experienced. It was a tense moment for Indians and whites alike. All the babble and confusion stopped instantly and I do not think any of us winked or breathed during that awful pause. Finally the miscreant wheeled his pony, rode back and handed over the stolen weapon. Then the babble broke loose again, but this time it was the brave, Indian who was the object of their derision. He was laughed at until he sneaked away like a whipped cur and we were permitted to proceed without further protest. We all knew what would have happened it the gun had not been returned and we realized later that if the Indian had gotten away with it that we would have been looted and set afoot before another sunrise. As it was we had no more trouble with Indians and I believe we were the last party to get through to the Hills during that spring and summer without being attacked." Mr. Toomey continued prospecting around Deadwood and located a ranch in the Spearfish valley May 1, 1876. He moved upon his place on the 1st of August of that year and engaged in making hay with a scythe and sluice fork. He still owns the ranch, upon which he continued to make his home until 1903, and while there he engaged in stock-raising. In 1901 he established his present business, conducting a wholesale and retail trade in hay, grain, coal, feed, flour, fruits and vegetables at Spearfish, supplying the trade at practically all of the towns ill the Black Hills and western South Dakota, his business having assumed extensive proportions. He also operates the Spearfish mill with F. V. Andrews as a partner, this being a flouring mill with a capacity of fifty barrels per day. He devotes his entire time to the mill and produce business and is leading a very active, useful life, being numbered among the representative business men in his section of the state. He possesses in large measure the spirit of initiative, forms his plans readily and never falters in the accomplishment of his purpose. In October, 1882, Mr. Toomey was united in marriage to Miss Vesta Noyes, a native of Michigan and a daughter of Niles Noyes, who throughout his entire life has been a railroad man. He was born in New England and his wife was a native of New York. To Mr. and Mrs. Toomey have been born six children: Ella, the wife of Oscar Anderson, who is a mining engineer but is now engaged in farming in the northeastern part of Montana; Edward, who married Miss Naomi Driscoll and died, leaving a wife and one child, who reside in Spearfish; Maud, who is a teacher in the high school at Rapid City, South Dakota; Allan, who married Miss Janet Campbell and resides in St. Louis, Missouri, being connected with the commercial department of the Oriental Railroad; Ralph, who is a bookkeeper and assists his father in business; and Howard, who is employed by the Bruno Grosche Company of New York city. Mr. Toomey holds membership with the Benevolent Protective Order of Elks and with the Workmen. In politics he is an independent democrat, voting at local elections for the man rather than for the party. He served as county commissioner for six years, as councilman for two terms and acted as mayor for one year. While in office he did everything in his power to advance the general welfare, exercising his official prerogatives in support of many measures for the public good. His has been an active life and every phase of pioneer existence is familiar to him. The tales of fiction contain no more interesting accounts than he can give concerning his experiences in the days when the arm of the law did not hold in check the cattle thieves of the western prairies