Tarrant County,Texas - Bios: William Walter Brady
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	TX BIOS:  William Walter Brady
	
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Wm. Walter Brady, 75, born on his father's farm located 1 1/4 Mi. N.E.
of [Decatur?], Tex. W.W. Brady Sr. established the first dry goods
store in Decatur, was appointed the first Co. Clerk of Wise Co., was
elected Co. Judge for three terms, drove a cattle herd up the trail to
Wichita, Kansas, and engaged in the cattle business. Walter made a
regular cowhand at 10, and spent his life in the business, was Dep.
U.S. Marshall in Albequerque, N.M. at 17, and is now a Cattle Dealer
in the Live Stock Exchange Big in Fort Worth. Walter now resides at
2219 Market Ave., Ft. Worth, Tex. His story:

"My name is William Walter Brady. I was born February 15th, 1863, in
[a?] double log house that now stands in a five acre park located in
Northeast Decatur, Wise County, Texas. My father, William Walter Brady
Senior, had it built on his farm in 1855. He had the logs hewed square
in order to make the main two rooms bullet proof. There is a long
porch on the south, a hall between and two side rooms on the north.
The lumber was hauled from Chrevesport, Louisiana, by ox team. Bob
Hunt hauled it. He made his home with the Halsells, the parents of
Mrs. W.T., and Mrs. Dan Waggoner. They were sisters who married father
and son.

"Now, my dad's farm was a mile and a quarter south of Decatur when he
built the house. The city has grown to it now. I don't recall the
number of acres, but it was a pretty good size farm with a few head of
cattle on it too. Dad started the first dry goods store in Decatur,
but he later took in a partner by the name of Dan Howe. Their main
trade was with the Indians. Dad bought furs from them before they went
on the warpath. Besides cattle, dad owned a good many hosses when the
Indians went on the war path in 1872. They raided and got a bunch of
his hosses. There had been quite a bit of this kind of trouble

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for other folks but when they picked on dad, he did something about
it. He organized a posse of about eight or ten men, Tom and Henry
Jennings, Bill Anderson, George Stevens, Billy [Balsell?], and old
Nigger Sam.

"Dad's posse overtaken the Indians near Buffalo Springs, but they had
really gone into a trap the Indians had set for them. Before they knew
it, the Indians were closing in on both sides and back. Now this
happened about three miles south of Buffalo Springs. There was a grove
of trees in front of Dad's men, so they made for it to fight from
behind the trees. While on the way, the Indians shot Nigger Sam's hose
from under him. In falling, Nigger Sam failed to clear his left leg so
the hose pinned him down where he couldn't move. The Indians were
furiously closing in, shooting everything from a good rifle to bows
and arrows. Dad was riding a racing mare, and when he saw Sam's
condition, he raced back to Sam, lifted the hoss by the pommel of the
saddle, while Sam drug himself out. The Indians were coming together,
and all of them were shooting at Dad and Sam while the posse rode on
to the grove. When they reached the grove, they taken trees for
breastworks. Dad put Sam in the saddle, climbed up behind, and under
the protecting fire of, the posse, beat the Indians to the grove.
After a good deal of cross fire, the Indians left. Now all this
happened in about or almost the same time it takes to tell it. Lucky
for Dad and Sam, these Indians were notoriously poor shots. You
couldn't always depend on this because a random shot will kill just as
bad as another. 00033Phipps, Woody

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"At this time, a small squad of soldiers were stationed at Buffalo
Springs with a little old Yankee officer in charge. Dad went in and
asked for help to recapture his hosses. This officer was afraid of
Indians and as an excuse to keep from helping them because he was
afraid of the Indians, he put my father and the posse under guard as
Indian spies. The next day, he taken them to the fort at Jacksboro.
Now, dad was well acquainted with the officers at the fort, and after
both sides were heard, the Buffalo Springs officer was given a
dishonerable discharge. The Jacksboro soldiers tried to overtake the
Indians, but were too late. This happened in 1872, and the Government
paid my mother for dad's loss in 1902.

"In 1972, Dad bought enough cattle from other ranchers to make his
herd about 2500 head, then drove them to Wichita, Kansas. There were
so many big delays on the trip that winter set in. When he got to
Wichita, he couldn't sell his herd, so he sold it on credit to the
Waters Commission Company. That company went broke, so he lost his
herd anyway.

"Dad was appointed the first County Clerk of Wise County by Governor
Pease in 1886. 12 years later, he was elected again and went into the
cattle business once more. Then, when he came home broke after he was
rid of his herd, he ran again for County Clerk, and was elected. After
he held it two terms, the people petitioned him to run for County
Judge, which he held for three terms, liking five months. He died in
1889, Five months before his last term expired.

"All during my childhood, dad had hosses and cattle on the place. He
bought and sold all the time. I could ride like 00044Phipps, Woody

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a veteran. When I was 12, dad had a remnant of cattle scattered over
the country. You see, there weren't many fences, so the cattle just
drifted here and there in search of grass and water. Dad gave me this
remnant, so when the roundup came in the Fall, I made a regular hand
with the rest of the cowmen.

"There was lots of cattle, and wild cattle in those days, like deer,
they would lay up in the brakes in the day time, and graze at night.
Me and another boy, Bill Stevens, a nephew of Captain Ira Long, went
on herd one night. We had a corral on Taters [Branch?], which empties
into Ottawa Crick. The corral was about ten miles north of Rhome. We
penned our cattle, took our hosses and made our bed down in a
hackberry grove. Next morning, our hosses was gone. We walked and
walked, and walked, but couldn't find any hosses. You know, grass was
knee high all over the country in them days. About noon, Lewt
[Renshaw?], his brother Ed, Morris and Jim [Cook?], and others, rode
up on me and Bill. Bill Shoemaker says, 'What in the name [o'?] God
you boys doin'?'

"I says, 'We got our cattle corraled last night, and made our bed down
back there. When we got up this morning, the hosses had pulled their
stobs and took out.

"Bill says, 'You see all this grass mashed down? That's Indians. They
got your hosses.' We went down to camp while they made a circle and
found a part of the cattle the Indians took but us boys hadn't yet
discovered they was gone. Bill and me went in a different direction
and found a couple of hosses. [?] caught them, saddled them up, and
came back to the corral just in time to see Bill Shoemaker turning the
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our cattle loose. This happened on July 11th, 1874, and we were [1?]
miles from Decatur. The men went on the Indian's trial while Bill and
I went home.

"They traied the Indians from [Ottawa?] Crick to Catlett Crick, then
[West?] by Alvord. Two miles from Alvord, they came to the Huff
residence. Old Man Huff, his wife, and three daughters were there.
Now, if he had gone into the house and closed the doors, the Indians
would have been afraid to attack. They would have been afraid some of
them would be killed but no, he ran off and they killed him anyway.
The door was open so the Indians rushed in, killed the three girls and
their mother, and scalped all but one girl, who fought them. If you
had spunk enough to fight an Indian, he wouldn't scalp you.

"Huff had a son whose name was Lum Huff. He was a ranger and happened
to be stationed at Alvord at the time this killing come off. When it
was known about the trouble, he was among the rangers and citizens who
followed and surrounded the Indians at Big Thicket on the Big Sandy
River, eight miles from Alvord. The rangers and citizens sent for
reenforcements, and people came from all directions carrying
everything under the sun that could be used to fight with. Next day at
noon, the rangers and citizens decided to make a drive abreast. They
were in a big circle around the thicket.

"After the different persons were chosen to lead the charge, it was
decided to go as close to the ground as possible. [Well?], it must
have taken them an hour to close in because they were so cautious. The
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were, because there were no shots, no kind of resistance made. When
they all got into the thicket, not an Indian could be found.
Evidently, they had crawled out on their bellies during, the night,
leaving their hosses, saddles, blankets, and other stuff. What a mess!
Ragged blankets, old saddles, nothing worth while but the hosses.
Since they were stole from white people, they were good.

"There was one thing about the raid I wont forget in a hurry. I saw
old [Doc?] Renshaw ride in town on a hose he had stole from him about
three years before. It was one of the hosses recovered. He was ticled
a-plenty to get him back. That was the last hoss stealing in Wise
County but they got a-plenty.

"We had late Fall rains in the winter of 1876. There come a freeze and
rotted the grass in December. Morris Cook, T. Perrin, and [myself?],
cook had about 1,000 head, Perrin about 400, and me about 200 head of
dad's I had gathered and he gave me, we pulled out to hunt grass and
stopped in Callahan County before it was organized. They organized
Callahan County in 1877 and started a little town called Belle Plains.
In building the T.P. Railroad, it missed Belle Plains so they started
a town called Baird in 1861, and [moved?] Belle Plains to it.

"Well I was in camp all winter after moving our cattle to Callahan
County and my hair was so long it was two or three inches below my
shoulders. I heard of a woman named Mrs. Westover, who was the [Half?]
Knife Ranch cook, that had a pair of scissors. I rode ten miles to the
ranch to borrow them, then rode back to our camp to have Butch Hunley
cut my hair. Old 00077Phipps, Woody

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Butch went to work on my hair just like a real barber. He worked and
worked on one side 'til he had it in good shape, then broke and run
for the crick like a painter was after him. I didn't know what was up
but I tried to catch him because I was afraid he had gone crazy. When
he got to the crick, he throwed the scissors into the deepest hole of
water there. Well, it was March and the water too cold to go into so
there I was with my hair hanging down past my shoulders on one side,
and cropped real close on the other side. I like to froze to death.
They sure did hurraw me. Old Butch and me was talking about that the
other day. He owns a ranch about ten miles from Rhome, Texas, and
works for the Cassidy Commission Company in the same building I'm in.
You know, I had to go 20 miles to town, buy that woman a pair of
scissors, and take them to her after I git T. Perrin to finish my
haircut. [30?] miles for a haircut.

"Cattle drifted awful bad in Callahan County so I moved back to
Stevens County where there was more timber and protection You see,
cattle always put their hind part to the cold winds and drift 'til
they reach a place that knocks the wind off so the timber made the job
of keeping the cattle together easier. I built myself a log house on
Hog Branch in 1877 and started a [small?] ranch.

"Old Jim Huddy, he was a deputy sheriff under every sheriff at
Breckenridge 'til he died five years ago. He could have been sheriff
but was satisfied with deputy sheriff. He told it on me that I drove
180 head to the ranch in the winter and branded [200?] mavericks by
Spring. I leased the place to Clem Waters in 00088Phipps, Woody

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1878, and me and a boy named Les Skidson went to Las Vegas, New
Mexico. In the Spring of '80', I went to Albequerque. A stage couch
line ended at Albequerque, and the T.P. had just built their line
through and were building west of town. I don't remember just how far
west because they got a little farther every day but it helped to fill
Albequerque with bums, outlaws, rustlers, mexicans, Indians, [and?]
all kinds offriff raff. Murderers found Albequerque a good place to
hide out too. I don't know why, but they didn't like a Texan. I was
just a kid of 18 so I got into plenty trouble taking up for my State.

"I got into so much trouble that I soon built a rep for taking care of
myself and City Marshall Johnson made me a deputy marshall. There I
was, 18 years old and an officer. A good many things happened to me
that would make good reading but I don't want to recall it because
it's almost bragging to bring it up.

"While I was deputy marshall, there was a paymaster for a mine in the
New Mexico hills who was a friend of mine. He went to the mine once a
month with a fellow who was a guide and a guard too, a Mexican. A few
days after he left with the payroll one time, the officials of the
company reported their man missing. One of our men investigated but he
couldn't find a trace of either the guard or Potter. Potter was his
name. [Well?], the company just decided Potter had gone west with
their money and let it go at that. We sent the regular description
posters around to the other sheriffs, and forgot about it.

"About a month later, I saw a Mexican swaggering about 00099Phipps,
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with a pistol in his hand so I sneaked up behind him, grabbed his
pistol hand in one hand and stuck my pistol in his side. I started to
ask him what he thought he was doing when he says, 'Me [telly?]! Me
[telly?]!' I just didn't say a word but marched him down to the
office. What he tried to tell me, or wanted to tell me after seeing
who I was, an officer and all, or maybe my rep had him going, anyway,
he told us about Potter.

"The Mexican took us to a short cut to the mine the guard and Potter
had been using and showed us where he with two other Mexicans had
waylaid Potter and killed them both. After getting the payroll, they
pulled the bodies off the trail, piled wood on them and burnt them up.
We brought the Mexican back to town, and after promising him we would
take care of him, he fingered the other two Mexicans. We jailed all
three of them.

"That evening, I was going from the store with my landlady, Mrs.
Preston, to the boarding house when we heard shouts, and a lot of
noise. We hurried on to see the cause of the excitement. When we
rounded the corner leading to the jail, we bumped right into a bunch
of men. They had broke the jail door down and had the [Mexicans?] tied
with rope to the hitching rack in front of the jail. There was a heavy
beam going all the way across the porch with two by fours upright to
the eaves of the building. I am explaining it because I want you to
see how they could hang a man on the front porch, or from the front
porch. One of the men handed me a rope and Mrs. Preston a rope. She
started to refuse but I told her to take a-hold of it. She did, and we
all hung those men. You see, everybody there was in on it so nobody
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could squawk. I thought once that Mrs. Preston was going to faint but
she came through. After hanging two days from the porch as a warning
to other toughs, we let the Mexican's families bury them.

"While I've never told it before, there was one thing [In?] did while
in Albequerque that was sure enough silly. I'm going to tell it
because my friend, H.H. [Halsell?] has written a book and told a small
part of it. He didn't tell it exactly the way it happened. Understand
me now, I think a lot of him. I consider him one of my best friends
but I'm going to tell this to get it straight.

"As I said before, they didn't like Texans so I got to thinking about
it. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. The madder I got,
the more I drank so I just went on a spree. I filled two purses full
of money, went into Charley [Henry's?] saloon, the biggest in town and
filled with a crowd, and dared anybody to take the money from a Texan.
I couldn't get a fight so I came outside and went down the sidewalk. I
saw a fellow coming toward me, and I decided to jump on him anyway.
When he and I were close to each other, he stepped off the sidewalk. I
recognized him as a Texan, and then as a kid chum of mine. I said
'Harry! and he replied, 'Walter'.

"We fell to talking about old times and I offered him some money but
he turned it down. I never saw him again after that 'til I met him
here in Fort Worth. When I met him here, he says when he left me,
"Well, I hope to meet you in Heaven, Walter". I don't intend to make
fun of his religion but I wouldn't make 001111Phipps, Woody

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that kind of a statement to a fellow in public. [Halsell?] is a nephew
of Mrs. Tom Waggoner of Fort Worth and the book's title is, 'Cowboys
and Cattle Land'.

"While I was Deputy Marshall, I met a detective by the name of Dave
Mathewson. He was called, 'Mysterious Dave'. He was kind of like the
Mounted in Canada. He always got his man, dead or alive. Another thing
about him was, you couldn't get him to tell a thing about his cases.
He just went out, got his man, and collected the reward. He wouldn't
work unless there was a reward either. I've listened to lots of people
question him, but I never heard him tell anything important. If the
questioners got too hot, he'd walk off. Dave and me got real thick
because I never tried to get him to talk about his cases. After we had
known each other for awhile, he and another fellow by the name of
Woods tried to talk me into quitting the life I was leading. I
couldn't see any harm in it so I just laughed it off, and they never
mentioned it any more.

"Some way or other, my father heard of Mysterious Dave and hired him
to bring me home. Now, Dave knew he couldn't just up and tell me to go
home so he cooked up about the wildest scheme I ever heard of. Dave
comes to me and says, 'Now, I've got a chance to make $5,000.00. I
know where my man is but I want someone to go with me.' Well, I jumped
at the chance I knew never had been offered to anybody else. We went
to Las Vegas, and put in a day there. All the time we was together, he
insisted on me letting him do all the talking. He comes to me along in
the evening and says, 'We've got to catch that train to Trinidad,
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we was talking on a street corner, a Deputy Sheriff walks up and says
to Dave, 'Your man is in Emporia, Kansas'. Well, we takes a train for
Emporia. The Emporia ticket agent meets us as we leave the train and
recognized Dave. Dave describes our man to him and he says, 'Yes, I
know your man. He took the last train for Dallas. Well, by golly. We
takes the next train for Dallas. When we got there, Dave and I start
drinking. I really went on a spree and thought Dave had. When I got
just dog drunk, we had come to Fort Worth, still looking for this man.
I began to think, 'We'll catch this man yet'. I don't remember getting
into a wagon at Fort Worth but when I came to my senses, we was at
Deep Crick on old Sam Wood's place. Old Sam was the first Wise County
Settler. We drove on to my Dad's place and I had Dave meet all the
folks. We all sat up late that night, talking about different ranges
and I told some of my experiences. Next morning when I woke up, Dave
was gone and had left me a goodbye note.

"This happened in 1881. I went back to Stevens County in 1882, and
took charge to my cattle. Soon after I went back, I traded my cattle
to the OHO Ranch. When a cattlemen says, 'Traded he usually means
sold. That's what I did because I had a chance to become a foreman on
a big outfit soon's I was rid of my stock I went to work for the Moore
Ranch as foremen. The brand was a bar M. Moore sold out to J.A. Hullum
and doubled his money.

"I went to the 'Cherokee Strip' where my cousin, J.C. Carpenter, owned
the JH-Bar Ranch. J.C. had taken an Indian in as a partner in order to
hold his cattle in the Cherokee Nation. You see, the Nation made it
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anything outright in the Nation, but an Indian could have a white man
as a partner. About the time I showed up, the Indians had been
stealing J.C. blind. We talked it over and I hatched up a scheme to
beat the Indians at their own game.

"I decided to sell the cattle so I went to Montague, Texas. While in
Montague, I met Bill Murray, ex-Governor of Oklahoma, who was the
editor of a paper in Montague. He introduced met to a cattlemen by the
name of Coon Dunman. Coon contracted to buy the cattle for $36,000.00
upon delivery of the cattle to just this side of Red River. Governor
Murray, folks call him 'Alfalfa Bill', wrote some of this deal in his
biography but he didn't have it all because he never did see us any
more.

"You see, I went back and told J.C. about the arrangement, and we told
the Indian that we had a chance to sell the cattle for a big profit in
Texas. Our men drove the cattle across the river, and J.C. left for
Decatur to stay with my folks 'til I showed up with the money. Dunman
gave me the check for $36,000.00 and I tied it up in a red bandana
handkerchief, the tied it around my neck like I was used to wearing
it.

"I ditched the Indian and lit out for Decatur. When I came to the
Trinity River, an overflow was on. If I hadn't been trying to ditch
the Indian, I could have gone in a straight line but in ditching him,
I went on a round-about trail. I had a good hoss so I decided to take
the overflow anyway, I didn't feel like running around the country
with all that money even if it was in a check. Well, I rode the hoss
off into the water, and we started across. I kept trying to make him
go straight across, and we wasn't making any head way so I began to
get worried. He kept 001414Phipps, Woody

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FC getting weaker and weaker, so I started to pulling off my boots,
and everything else heavy. I threw everything away except the
handkerchief and my pants but still we didn't make any head way. By
the time we reached the middle of the water, I had thrown my food away
and was really worried. I then heard an old man running up to the
river and hollering, 'Let him have his head! Let him have his head!
Get off and hold to his tail!' I did that, and the hoss angled down
stream. We just went with the flow, and made it to the bank alright.

"Man! Was I a sight when I came out of the water? No shoes, no hat,
saddle, clothes, or nothing. This old man run a hog ranch, and he gave
me a old pair of shoes he had thrown away, and a hat he had thought
too old to be worn again. With my hair sticking up through the holes
in the hat and my toes sticking through the shoes, I wish you could
have seen me.

"Well, I made it to Decatur with the check and gave it to J.C. Several
hours before I got to J.C. with the check, the Indian had already
caught up with him and was demanding half the money. After arguing
several hours about it, we all agreed to settle it by arbitration. The
indian chose Billy Halsell, and we chose Captain Halsell. Well, with
both the arbitors for us, the Indian came out at the small end. His
money just got in a storm, and he left Decatur with less than he came
in with.

"Mr. Moore sent for me in 1885, and I went back to Stevens County and
started another ranch for him with 1200 head. It was called the Ida
Nell, and had the same brand he had before. He sold out again, and I
run the Hullum Ranch with 5,000 head. 001515Phipps, Woody

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Hullum moved to Odessa. I didn't want to go there so I went to the
Lightning 4H Ranch, owned by the [Ennis?] Land and Cattle Company of
Ennis, Texas. We went to Abilene in 1885, with 1,000 steers from the
Ladman Cattle Company, north of Haskell, Texas.

"When we got to Abilene, John D. Merchant had a telegram from Elpaso
saying, 'Men all refused to go further because of Indians'. Merchant
wired back, 'I have your man'. He told me that one of his men had
bought some cattle form a cattleman on the rio grande, near el Rio, to
be sent to the Miller and Floto Ranch located about 40 miles north of
Silver City, New Mexico. I went on down and looked the situation over.

"I hadn't even got to Elpaso 'til I heard everybody talking about the
things the Indian Geronimo had been pulling off. He just had everybody
scared to death. All the Indians was on the war path. I said I could
make it. The reason I did was because I had known Geronimo when I was
an officer in Albequerque. All I ever seen about him then was just
another Indian. Well, another lousy Indian. I believe that describes
it better. I had all the same men get together that had refused to go
any further and I told them what I thought about Geronimo. I
[offered?] everybody that wanted to go, another chance. They all took
it, and I gave them all a Winchester Carbine with plenty cartridges.
Then, we started out. The weather had gone bad, what with the Fall
rains and everything but we crossed the Gila River and delivered the
herd with just ordinary trouble.

"I came back to Abilene and delivered a herd to the [Ciamaron?] River
in the Spring of '87' for the [Saginaw?] Land and 001616Phipps, Woody

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Cattle Company. B.B. Payne, manager of the north half of the Fox
Reservation, was in charge and I stayed with the cattle. Billy Powers
and Steve Webb was working there too. They talked a lot about easy
money and the Dalton Gang. I did my very best to get them not to join
the Dalton Gang but they quit anyway and joined the gang. I knew the
Daltons by name when I was in Stevens County before they went bad. I
never saw them, just heard about them. They came from Caddo. They all
got killed eventually.

"My father died in 1889 with the TB. I married Lottie [Marr?] in
Sourry County in 1897. We came to Fort Worth to live in 1902, and I've
been working on the Stock Yards ever since. We had five children, and
all of them are still living here in Fort Worth. Lottie died in 1923,
and I've been baching it ever since. I could go and live with the kids
but I realize I would be imposing on them so I think I will just have
them keep the welcome matt out for me, and then I can go to any of
them any time I want to.

I spoke of being here on the Yards, I'm connected with Clarence Keene
and Sons in the Cattle Exchange Building on Exchange [Avenue?].
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