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to have such offices filled for amount named above."

The decision was reaffirmed at the December 7, 1880, meeting
of the council:

The minutes of the previous meeting were read and approved, after they
were corrected by motion of W. C. Shinn and seconded by M. W. Sutton,
that the motion of W. C. Shinn in the previous minutes in regard to expense
of city to read as follows: That after the 30th day of October, 1880, the
total expense of the city marshal and assistant be reduced to one hundred
dollars per month to keep the peace and quietude of said city, and the mayor
take notice to have such offices filled for amount named above, passed the
council Oct. 5, 1880.

The following bills were presented and allowed.
Jas. Masterson, salary for 1 month $100 00

Neil Brown, " 100 00. ...

The bills of James Masterson and Neil Brown, as marshal and assistant
in the month of November, for one hundred dollars each, was presented, and
on motion of W. C. Shinn, seconded by T. J. Draper, That fifty dollars be
paid (the bills reduced that amount) and remainder laid over until the next
meeting of the council for consideration, passed the council Dec. 7, 1880. 4

On April 6, 1881, after the annual city elections, the newly elected
city council met and declared the positions of marshal and assistant
marshal to be vacant and new officers were appointed. Brown
and Masterson were each paid $420 on April 12. 5

When the trouble occurred between Luke Short and the city
authorities in the spring of 1883, Brown was still a resident of
Dodge. Though his part in the troubles is difficult to ascertain,
he was prominent enough to be included in the famous photograph
of the "Dodge City Peace Commission/* The story of the "war,"
and what is known of Brown's role, will be found in the section on
Luke Short.

The Dodge City Times of August 30, 1883, printed a list of
members of Dodge's recently formed militia unit, the Click Guards.
Neil Brown appeared as a member along with Luke Short, Bill
Tilghman, Clark Chipman, and others famous in Dodge City's
early history.

In January, 1889, when Cimarron and Ingalls were fighting a
"war" for the county seat of Gray county, Brown was involved
in a sharp and bloody battle in the streets of Cimarron. Other
former Dodge City policemen were also participants: James Mas-


terson, Fred Singer, Ben Daniels, and Bill Tilghman. The full
story of the fight may be found in the section on Tilghman.

1. Dodge City Times, January 17, April 10, May 8, July 10, August 7, September 11,
October 9, December 11, 1880. 2. Ibid., May 8, 1880. 3. Ford County Globe, January
25, 1881. 4. Dodge City Times, December 11, 1880. 5. Ibid., April 7, 14, 1881.


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Contemporary evidence of Tom Bugg's law enforcement career
is sketchy at best. In July, 1881, Bugg testified at the coroner's
inquest over the body of Joseph McDonald who had been killed by
Dodge City Marshal Fred Singer. At that inquest Bugg is quoted
by the Ford County Globe, July 26, 1881, as saying "I am deputy
sheriff. . . ." (The testimony may be found in the section on
Fred Singer.)

The sheriff at that time was George T. Hinkle; the under sheriff
was Fred Singer. Just when Bugg was appointed deputy sheriff
of Ford county is not known. On November 3, 1881, the Dodge
City Times reported that "Thomas Bugg, Deputy Sheriff, has re-
signed his office. Sheriff Hinkel has not yet designated Mr. Bugg's

Apparently Bugg was reappointed a deputy sheriff for on March
7, 1882, the Globe mentioned that "Sheriff Hinkle has relieved
Thomas Bugg of his office as Deputy Sheriff. Sensible move."

Bugg held another law enforcement position as this article from
the Times, August 10, 1882, shows: "Thos. Bugg, acting con-
stable, was yesterday accidentally shot. The ball passed through
the left leg above the knee, and left arm above the elbow. He was
scuffling with a man and the pistol fell out of the scabbard and
was discharged. The wounds are not dangerous." 1

In October, 1882, Bugg was a member of a posse, led by Ford
county Under Sheriff Singer, which went to Lakin for several cow-
boys who had shot into a Santa Fe passenger train. (The account
of the cowboys' capture may be found in the section on Singer.)

Tom Bugg died on February 10, 1883. The editor of the Dodge
City Times was quite eloquent in this obituary which was published
on February 15, 1883:


Like the plant that has stood the variable climate, wither and die the
early citizens of the border. There is nothing remarkable about the death
of the old-timer, but to the surviving old-timers there is a lurking spirit of
sadness on the sudden demise of those who have borne the brunt of the


battle on the plains. None here who have not enjoyed the full measure of
life's pleasure, endured its hardships and for a period survived its vicissitudes.
But there is a limit to physical endurance. Energy and work will sustain
life, but poor whisky, the bane of the hail fellow, saps the foundation and
soon destroys the manly physical body. Tom Bugg, who died Saturday night,
after a brief illness, deserves no particular mention for either good or bad deeds.
He was a hero withal. He struggled for an existence and bore the burden of
his life's troubles. Whisky has done for Tom Bugg what it will do for all
who tarry long at the social glass. It was heart disease, the doctor said;
and how many more of the poor wanderers, sentinels on the border, are there
in our midst, barring against that fate that awaits all of the human fainilyl
But these are of Tom Bugg's class. Their ebb of life is fast flowing and the
receding stream is drawing them
. "Nearer, my God, to thee."

The preacher Sunday night delivered a doleful sermon on the grave. He
preached the funeral service of the countless millions who pass to the other
shore, unwept, unhonored and unsung. Appropos, the spark of life had no
sooner left Al Updegraff, than came eternity's chariot and carried away Tom
Bugg. Another, less known, but no less a man, though of a dark skin, also
passed in his chips, and called the turn. Wm. Davis, the colored barber, died
in Speareville, of pneumonia caused by exposure and over indulgence in strong
drink. . . .

Tom Bugg was a carpenter by trade, and followed that business until about
two or three years ago. He held the office of deputy constable at the time
of his death. He resided in Dodge for several years. Of his antecedents we
know nothing. His death was rather unexpected, he apparently being in the
enjoyment of good health a few days previous to his death. 2

1. See, also, Ford County Globe, August 15, 1882. 2. See, also, ibid., February 13,


The murder of George Brown, June 22, 1882, left Caldwell
without a city marshal. Only one arrest was recorded in the
Caldwell police court docket between the date of Brown's death
and July 1, and that was on complaint of J. A. Neal, a policeman.
On July 1, 1882, the name of Marshal B. P. Carr began to appear
on the docket. Both the Caldwell papers, the Post and the Com-
mercial, in issues of July 6, 1882, mentioned that B. P. Carr had
been appointed but no exact date was given.

"Carr is a quiet unassuming man, but there is that look about
him which at once impresses a person with the idea that he will
do his whole duty fearlessly and in the best manner possible. We
have not the least doubt that he will give entire satisfaction . . .,"
said the Commercial's article. 1

Apparently Carr gave immediate satisfaction, for within two


weeks the citizens of Caldwell took up a collection and presented
him a gift of appreciation. The Post, July 13, 1882, reported the


The citizens of Caldwell, seeing the necessity of having an officer well
armed, proceeded to raise seventy-five dollars yesterday morning by sub-
scriptions from business men on Main St, Col. Jennison heading the list. He
purchased a brace of fine six-shooters, and presented them to Mr B P Carr in
behalf of the citizens. Col. Jennison said, in substance: Mr Carr: In
behalf of the citizens and business men of this city, I present you with these
weapons, not that we would encourage the use of them, but that you may
better protect the rights of property and life, and maintain the dignity and
honor of the city and your office as Marshal. It is not for the intrinsic value of
the present we offer you, but in it our appreciation of your services as an
officer. I request you to accept these pistols from the citizens of this city
as a slight token of their confidence in your ability to protect the same from
being used for any purpose other than the defense of the city and maintaining
peace and quiet in the same.

The presents were handsome ones, and Mr. Carr fully appreciates the
sentiments that induced the citizens to present them to him. 2

In the same issue the Post had occasion to mention Marshal
Can's dexterity with that type of weapon:

City Marshal Carr put it onto a wild and woolly negro that was promenading
the street the other day. Carr concluded that the fellow had a six shooter
on him and asked him for it. The negro instantly went down to get it, with
the intention of standing the marshal off; but quicker than thought a "45"
was shoved up under his nose, accompanied by a gentle request to throw up.
He threw up both hands in short order, and was disarmed and taken to
Judge Kelley's sanctuary and stuck for $12 50, and told that he had better
leave his gun off, in the future.

Bat Carr put a new twist in the interpretation of law at Caldwell
when he saved a cowboy from going home completely broke.
The Commercial, July 20, 1882, carried the story:

City Marshall Carr had to bruise a fellow last Friday, and all about a cow-
boy. It seems the latter came in from camp a day or two previous, with a
couple of horses, one of which he sold. A chap running one of the gambling
games in the city got hold of the cowboy, filled him up with whisky and then
played him out of his money. The next morning the cowboy, partially sobered
up and dead broke, undertook to sell the other horse, when Marshal Carr was
informed of the circumstances. The marshal hunted up the youth, put him
on his horse, and started him off for camp. Supposing everything all right,
the marshal went off to attend to some other matters, when his attention was
called to the fact that the gambler was endeavoring to have the cowboy
remain, and had offered the latter $40 on his horse in the game. The marshal
went up and invited the gambler to move on and let the cowboy alone. The
man of games couldn't see it, and not content with refusing to go off, gave


the marshal some slack. The latter settled the question very promptly by
flooring the gambler, and compelling the cowboy to go to camp. Of course
there was some indignation at the course of the marshal, but the more con-
siderate portion of the community think he did just right. It has, in the
past, been too common a thing for some of the sporting fraternity to beat
every cowboy they could get hold of out of his hard earned money, and
apparently without any det [sic] or hinderance on the part of the police
force. That a change in that state of affairs has been inaugurated, and for the
better, gives cause for congratulation. Our present force seem to comprehend
the fact that men coming into the town are not to be openly robbed without
any interference on their part, and we are glad of it.

The editor of the Caldwell Commercial seemed pleased on
August 24, 1882, to report the growing use of fists over six guns:

Civilization is advancing in the west, particularly in that portion of it
covered by the town of Caldwell. And for why? Because the Winchester
and self-cocker have given place to nature's arms, good "bunches of fives,"
and perhaps a stick. Two ructions of that kind occurred last week, one on
Thursday and the other on Saturday. Uncle Bill Corzine says the first row
arose from the circumstance of one of our well known citizens having attended
church or prayer meeting (we have such things in Caldwell) the night
previous, where he learned for the first time that the Jews had killed the
Gentile Savior something over eighteen hundred years ago. It incensed him
to such an extent that the next morning he pitched on the first Jew he met.
Bat. Carr and Henry Brown, both of whom appear always to be in the way
when any fun is going on, stepped up just in time to stop the citizen in his
mad endeavor to avenge the wrongs of eighteen centuries standing, and
quietly conducted him before his honor Judge Kelly. Uncle Bill says that
his honor, putting on all his magisterial dignity, asked the prisoner in his
most impressive tones: "What have you to do with Christ, anyhow?" Being
unable to answer the conundrum his honor told him to contribute to the
depleted city treasury the amount of five dollars, with an extra "In God we
trust," to maintain the dignity of the court. The next imitation of a Democratic
ward meeting, was brought about by a difference arising from a financial
settlement. Both parties got the worst of the row, physically and financially.
But while they may feel sore and somewhat distressed, we must congratulate
them upon being pioneers in the new order of things that makes the six
shooter in this community of no more account than a toy pistol.

Civilization was indeed advancing in Caldwell and in "the new
order of things" a local saloon had discovered the value of sex
appeal. "A new device to get the cow boy's money and we are
afraid it catches a good many others a woman dealing hazzard
in one of the saloons," the Commercial reported on August 31, 1882.

Carr could also clamp down on the cowboy when it became nec-
essary. The Commercial, September 7, 1882, said:

Monday is rather an uninteresting day in Caldwell, either in police, or other
circles, but last Monday proved an exception. At least Bat Carr, our city
marshal, thought so. A hilarious chap from the range came into town Monday


morning, and enthused by the pure air and easy going surroundings of Caldwell,
undertook to have a little fun all by his lone self, so he mounted his kyuse and
gaily galloped about the village. In his wild career he run across Dr. Noble's
place where some of the doctor's fine sheep were sauntering around, like tony
men saunter in front of a popular place where beverages are sold, and he
proceeded at once to practice throwing the lariat upon them. It was fun for
the ranger, but the sheep did not appear to enjoy the matinee. While engaged
in his pleasant pastime, Bat. rode up along side of the ranger's pony, relieved
the chap of his shooting iron, and conducted him to the presence of Judge
Kelly. He gave his name as William St. John, but the St. John part did not
relieve him from contributing a goodly sum to the city treasury, and when
the shades of evening hovered o'er the village, William took his departure,
poorer in purse, but doubtless happy in the consciousness that he had a "good

It appeared that gamblers were the particular prey of Marshal
Carr. "Bat. Carr, our city marshal, the other morning rounded up
a lot of gamblers who had been in the habit of going around with
pops stuck down in their clothes. They had to pay a fine and give
assurance that hereafter they would obey the city ordinance against
carrying concealed weapons/' reported the Commercial, September
28, 1882. On October 5, 1882, the Commercial said:

Some of the gamblers in Caldwell are terribly worried because Bat. Carr
thinks the low down thieving games, such as "nine dice," three card monte,"
etc. ought not to be allowed. The final result was, that Bat. had some of them
interview Judge Kelly on Tuesday morning, and the city treasury is richer by
several dollars. We admire Bat's pluck, and hope he will keep up the fight
until he runs every thieving gambler out of the town. Gambling in its mildest
and most correct form is an injury at the best, but where it descends into
down-right robbery, with no show whatever for the victim, it ought to be

Caldwell citizens apparently approved of their marshal's actions
for in October, 1882, they presented him a solid gold badge. The
Caldwell Post, October 12, 1882, reported:

A little the handsomest badge we ever saw is the one worn by Batt Carr,
our City Marshal, and presented to him last week by the citizens of Caldwell.
It is solid gold in the form of a shield suspended from a plate at the top by
chains. The lettering is in black enamel, and bears the inscription, "Batt Carr,
City Marshal, Caldwell, Kan." On the reverse is, "Presented by the Citizens
of Caldwell." Take it all together, it is the handsomest thing in that line we
ever saw. Batt is deserving of the best regards of the citizens of Caldwell
by reason of his excellent management of the rougher element that is common
in any new community, and they take this method of showing it. The cost
of the jewel was over $75, and was bo't through Henry Auling, our jeweler,
by a few of our businessmen and stockmen. 3

"Bat Carr has obtained a leave of absence and leaves on a business
visit to Colorado City, Texas, next Monday/' reported the Com-


mercial, October 12, 1882. "Bat expects to return in fifteen or
twenty days. We request the Colorado folks to handle him with
care and send him back on time and in good condition." Henry
Brown served as marshal in Carr's absence with Ben Wheeler acting
as assistant city marshal.

On November 9, 1882, the Caldwell Commercial announced Carr's

Bat. Carr, our city marshal, returned last Thursday from his visit to Texas.
The Commercial Clipper, of Colorado, Texas, makes mention of his visit in
the following style:

Capt. Battie Carr, city marshal of Caldwell, Kansas, is in our city shaking
hands with his numerous friends and looking after his interests here. He has
located at Caldwell, and has this week put his property here on the market.
He has six neat residences north of and near the public square, which he offers
cheap for cash. Battie was one of the early settlers of Colorado City, and
showed faith in its future by investing in town lots and improving them as
soon as lots were exposed to sale, showing a spirit of enterprise that enthused
others to invest, and so the city started and has been rapidly improving all the
time until we now have a lovely city of 3,500 souls and still the rush goes on.
Carr is a man of cool nerve, and anything he undertakes he goes at it with a
determination to win. He can now dispose of his property at an advance of
100 per cent, on first cost, and will reinvest in the thriving young town of
Caldwell. From the handsome gold badge that he supports on his breast we
see that his worth as a brave and efficient officer is appreciated by the city
of his adoption, it having be [en] presented to him by the good citizens.

Bat brought back with him a splendid gold-headed cane, which he presented
to Mayor Colson.

Robert Gilmore, more commonly known in his time as Bobby
Gill, was a tramp familiar to nearly all the cowtowns of Kansas.
Caldwell was no exception. The Commercial, November 9, 1882,
recorded a visit in this article:


Nearly all the tramps, bunko steerers, bummers and dead beats who have
traveled over the main lines and prominent branches in Kansas, know "Bobby
Gill." Bobby is and has been an odorous citizen for several years, one of those
unfortunate contrasts necessary to show, by comparison, the advance made
in civilization by the mass of humanity. Well, Bobby projected his carcass
into Caldwell a few weeks ago, fuller than a tick and with a crowded case of
samples of his ordinary meannesses. After remaining in his abnormal state
a short time, he pulled himself together and toned down to a clean shirt and
sobriety for a few days. But Bobby couldn't stand that course for any length
of time. It was too rich for even his aristocratic blood, and he soon went back
to his old lay. By persistent effort Sunday evening found him with his tank
full and his shirt looking as if it had been worn by a Cheyenne Indian ever
since the white man began to follow the aforesaid aboriginee's track.

To make a long story short, being in that condition, Mr. Gill concluded to


go to church, for a change, and while Brother Foster was reading the usual
Bible lesson at the beginning of services last Sunday night, Bobby walked into
the door, up the isle, and planted himself right into the amen corner, in close
proximity to Bros. Edwards, Ross and Lange. Bobby took in the entire serv-
ices, and we must say in truth, conducted himself in a more reverential manner
than many professed worshippers usually do. At the close of the services he
retired quietly and unostentatiously, seemingly deeply impressed by the singing
of the choir and the tender appeals of the pastor to erring humanity.

But alas, for good conduct. The next morning the gamblers insisted on
Bobby leaving town. He had disgraced the profession by going to church,
and they couldn't stand it; so they raised some money to pay his fare to the
home of all such refugees, Dodge City, and at three o'clock, Bat Carr escorted
him to the depot in style and saw him safely ensconsed in a reclining chair,
and we hope, that by this time, he is under the protecting care of Mayor

Poor Bob! His career and condition, if we look at it philosophically only
serves to show what many of us, who hold our heads so high above him, might
have been under like adverse circumstances.

There are vessels made to honor, and vessels made to dishonor, and no
man can say, given the same conditions, that he is better than another.

The Caldwell Post, November 9, 1882, reported more of Carr's
activities against the gambling element: "Bat Carr, Chief of Police,
is making it lively for the slick-fingered gentry and gamblers. He
fired half a dozen or so out yesterday and pulled several others."
On November 23, 1882, the Post said that "Bat Carr gathered in five
hurrah fellows one day last week between six and seven o'clock,
and two more the next morning and it was not a good time for the
business, either."

In December a shoe thief was caught. The Commercial, De-
cember 7, 1882, had this article:

In going to the postoffice on Tuesday, we met Marshal Bat Carr with a
pair of ladies' shoes, and wondered what was the meaning of such a freak.
Upon inquiring, we found that the colored man working for Dr. Noble had
stolen the shoes from F. W. Leonard, our young enterprising boot and shoe
man, and had been trying to sell the stolen goods to different parties. Bat

went to him and told him he would take his company down town. The n

said "Does you want dem shoes, Mr. Carr?" whereupon Bat told him he did,
and if they were not forthcoming, he would take him to the cooler. The
gentleman in question replied: "I nebber stoled dem shoes, I jest borrowed
'em," and he went to a small house and after a time brought forth the property.
Bat watches the pilferers closely and their way is a hard one to travel while
he is around.

On December 21, 1882, the Commercial announced that "City
Marshal Carr, left last week for Texas, and it is rumored around that
he will bring back with him a frau. Wish you much joy, Bat/' The
same day Henry Brown was appointed city marshal of Caldwell. 4


The next summer it was rumored that Bat Carr had been killed
in Texas. The Caldwell Journal, August 30, 1883, said: "A re-
port comes to us to the effect that Bat Carr, formerly marshal of
this city, was recently killed in one of the border towns of Texas.
The report lacks confirmation, still it is possibly correct."

But Bat Carr was very much alive:


DALLAS, TEXAS, Sept 7, 1883.

ED. JOURNAL: I notice in the local columns of the JOURNAL of the 30th, ult.,
a paragraph setting forth that Bat Carr, former city marshal of Caldwell, had
been killed in one of the border towns of Texas. This short message from Bat
himself will suffice to deny the report; and through the columns of your valu-
able paper let me extend to the citizens of Caldwell my kindest regards and
well wishes for their future prosperity; through life will I cherish in memory
the fond recollections of my sojourn in your little city. When the JOURNAL is
returned, marked by the P. M., "Not taken," then you may suspect the cor-

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