The Slightly Known
The adventures of Simeon Turley
For those who follow the moccasin path of
the Rocky Mountains and the beaver trade, there are names that shine in their
consciousness like beacons of holy light. Names like Bridger, Beckworth
(Beckwith, Amahabus, et al, ad infinitum) Jedediah, Glass, Ashley, and a major
handful of others light their way. For many, these are good enough. To get
serious about lesser knowns is a waste of their time. Even in pleasure reading
of novels, writers are favored who eschew names like Auguste, Elijah, Alexander
and such in favor of those that seem somehow more heroic. Names like Matt, Drew,
Con, and other modern derivatives. Men of great stature, of iron thews and
steely sinews, with shoulders broad as the mighty mountains are envisioned as
heroes. These are men of few words and great stamina and deeds. The reputations
of some of the mountain men were often enhanced by dime novelists of the late
1800s and on. Today these stalwarts live in the national consciousness in much
greater repute than in the times when they actually lived. Such a shame it is
that history is so fickle! It brings to mind the famous saying of Voltaire: Ah,
Fortune, thou art a bitch!
Among the actual fur trade personages
there were many who made a far greater impact on the actual business, on the
real history, of the time in which they lived, than ever did those considered by
many today as the "great ones."
Within the rolls of the fur trade brigades
resided men of many ages, some as elderly as 70, some striplings of 16, who
marched west to make a living for families left behind or perhaps to find better
opportunities for themselves—maybe with a little fun thrown in. Whether for
adventure or other reasons, in 1830, at age 22 or 23, Simeon Turley, nearsighted
and with a crippled knee, followed in the footsteps of a brother by leaving
Boone’s Lick to relocate in New Mexico.
Simeon got at things right away. His knee
and poor eyesight were not conducive to roaming the mountains. He settled for
what he could do—things he had learned back in Kentucky. He built a store in
Taos. Not long after he hired a sometime trapper named Job Dye to build him a
still. The still wasn’t located in town but instead was put up on some land
Simeon acquired out in Arroyo Hondo. The land he purchased is two miles below
the village of Arroyo Hondo and twelve miles north of Taos. On his land he built
a two story flour mill along with a distillery. The waters of the clear Rio
Hondo creek ran the mill and provided water for his raw whiskey.
About that time he applied for
naturalization papers but never actually received them. A year later, 1832, he
was baptized a Catholic at Taos and took the name Francisco, his last name being
put on the church roles as Toles and as Francisco Toles he was afterwards known
in the region.
Perhaps Simeon’s religious conversion
was done for reasons of business or even to make possible the taking a Catholic
wife. Although no record is found of a formal marriage it appears that he took
to wife Maria Rosita Vigil y Romero with whom he fathered seven children,
although he never legally acknowledged them.
To ease the pressure of heavy competition
in the local villages and Taos, Simeon in 1836 hired Charles Autobees, a man
with much experience in the mountains, to pack his goods to trading posts along
the North and South Platte and the Arkansaw. The flour and whiskey was traded
for beaver, buff robes and drafts on banks back east. Evidently he made pretty
good whiskey because it wasn’t long before it was well known throughout the
mountains.
Things would seem to have been progressing
swimmingly for Simeon but he was an ambitious man. By 1841 he was working
regularly at a gold mine he’d found on his land. During that year he sent
$1000.00 by Charles Bent to settle debts in Missouri along with some gold dust
as presents to the folks back home. He continued to mine the gold and what he
didn’t immediately use he hid in nooks and crannys around the house. He
invested in goods brought from the east to the Santa Fe trade. Eventually he
acquired so many goods that there seemed to be not enough room at Arroyo Hondo
to store them. Upon his death it was found that he had goods and equipment a
several other places.
It was in about 1841 that Roland and
Workman began selling whiskey and goods for half price to build a kitty in case
they had to suddenly vacate the area. They evidently felt that they might have
to if their involvement in financing some of the Texans in their invasion of New
Mexico. Simeon lay low, letting most of his business interests lie fallow until
Roland and Workman did indeed leave. Before they left, however, Mexican
suspicion fell upon Simeon as one of the gringos involved in aiding the Texans.
But by 1843 business was doing better than ever.
With the absence of Roland and Workman
Simeon had a much larger share of local business. His sale of whiskey to the
Indian trade had become enormous since the government had begun enforcing the
law that prohibited importation of alcohol to Indian country. His distillery,
already well known, became famous. He even opened a store up at Pueblo where his
bottled goods quickly found its way, through the hands of other traders, to
Indian bands.
He was by now a very important and
influential man. And he was noted as being generous and open-handed. And why
shouldn’t he be? His business encompassed not only whiskey and flour but a
complete assortment of store goods: dishes, clothing, hardware, cloth, gloves,
bedding, and much else. He had cattle, oxen, and mules. He had employees that he
kept busy in the mill, the distillery, his hog pens and his fields. His home had
rooms with wood floors (a rare luxury for the time and place). During the winter
of 1846 he was visited by George Frederick Ruxton who wrote very favorably of
him and his operation. It was the last time anyone would describe the mill or
Simeon.
A mob made up of Indians and Mexicans from
Taos, on the 19th of January, 1847, killed all the Americans they
could find in town and headed for Simeon’s mill. Simeon was warned by Charles
Town as he galloped past but Simeon was certain he’d not be bothered. In any
case he did close the gates, boarded up the windows and piled logs against the
doors. Apparently a little concerned, he hid his available cash assets and wrote
out directions for their disbursement.
Early morning on January 20th a
mob of over five hundred arrived and a battle commenced. Simeon and his men
(about 10 or so) forted up in the mill and stood off the mob all day, all that
night, and all the next day. At sunset on the 21st the mob made it
into the mill and set it afire. Some of the men tried to escape by charging
through the mob—not the best of ideas. Simeon, Antoine LeBlanc and Tom Tobin
escaped by digging a hole through the back wall and slipping away through the
dark. Tobin and LeBlanc got away but after about eight miles Simeon’s crippled
knee played out. But it seemed that fortune smiled on him. He met up with a
Mexican friend who refused pay for helping Simeon. He showed him a good place to
hide and said he’d ride on and send back some aid. Simeon did as his friend
said, but the Mexican rode directly to the mill and turned him in. In a short
while a large body of the mob found him and shot him dead.
Simeon’s home and mill were robbed of
all the gold dust the murderers could find and the buildings were burned. Only
some of the foundations can be seen today.
Throughout the fur trade period Taos and
Santa Fe were places where the trappers could winter and resupply, traders could
buy and sell goods (depending on the whims of the Spanish or Mexican
governments) and were in general very important to the mountain men. Those
intrepid trappers whose adventures became the stuff of legend mapped the rivers,
streams, passes, and trails. They trapped the beaver to near extinction and in
general turned the Indians from hosts to enemies. Much of what they did was made
possible by supplies from Taos and Santa Fe.
New Mexico, outside the cities, can be
tough country to travel even today. True, it is a beautiful land. Vast meadows
where deer and elk abound, rushing rivers, fish filled lakes, mountains cut by
tributaries dammed once again by beaver make it a buckskinner’s idea of
heaven. It is a land where Lucien Maxwell, the Bents, Charles Beaubien (Don
Carlos) and Simeon Turley, among others, made marks important to their times but
pretty much erased today. Nevertheless, it was men like these that kept the
supplies (yes, and the whiskey) flowing into the wide wilderness. They didn’t
make maps—but they helped make the cartography possible. They didn’t trap
beaver—but they made a market for them. They weren’t known for heavy
drinking—but they made heavy drinking possible. Not the picture of a strapping
mountain man, Simeon Turley, bad eyesight, crippled knee and all, made a
significant mark on the fur trade.
I remain, Yr Svt.