A couple weeks ago, someone was posting on Twitter about how boring a complete nothing Nebraska was. At that time, I’d just begun this book, and my thought was, that flat land and those no-nonsense tornado-withstanding buildings hide a past a whole lot wilder than you think!
The focus of this highly colorful, tall-tale feeling non fiction work is the story of the long-standing feud between two Nebraskan cities in Harlan County, over which would get the county seat. The actual struggle took place 1871-1884, but the feud has come down a century and more since.
The author claims to have read uncounted (innumerable”) legal documents, court proceedings, records by historians, letters, and ancient newspaper clippings. There are no footnotes and there is only a partial bibliography, so the reader has to take it for granted that the conversations, and inner thoughts, as well as the physical descriptions, motivations, and goals of the colorful figures depicted here originate in some record or other.
The result is a highly readable, often funny, something darkly humorous and deadly satiric story of the Nebraska plains from the time they belonged to the vast population of buffalo and the Native Americans who chased them, up to the pompous, brass-band eighteen-eighties.
Many of the pioneers who first entered that land had greed as motivation, and their strategies and tactics proved it out. Others had visions of a new land, great opportunities after the wars and famines of other nations drove them to set forth across the ocean in order to start over. (Assuming they weren’t forced over, as in the case of the relatively small number of slaves brought in by settlers; one of the most satisfying small stories is of a man who brought along his six slaves, all of whom promptly took off, the two women first. And they successfully escaped him, in spite of thousand dollar bounties on their heads. One can only imagine what their lives were like with this guy.)
The grimmest reading is reserved for the wars against the Cheyenne, Arapaho, Sioux, and Pawnee, who were cheated and then massacred—and who often fought back just as viciously, both sides taking it out on the non-combatants, such as the thoroughly evil Sand Creek Massacre.
Rascals and sore losers abound as soon as there were enough people to try starting legislatures. Part of that colorful history are the early legislators who got themselves voted in via crooked elections, and proceeded to argue over whether or not one could drink out of a whiskey bottle while legislating. One of the few accomplishments of this bunch of rowdies (who had knock-down drag-outs over who got to hold the gavel) was to inadvertently repeal all laws, restoring Nebraska to colonial status. Too bad the British seemed unaware of their opportunity to come in and restore things to pre-1776 status. Or maybe they did know, and wisely decided it was too much trouble.
All-in-all it’s a fun read, and if those conversations and inner thoughts are more fiction than non, well, who is to say for certain?
Copy received from NetGalley