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Contents Page 2, ‘The Lone Ranger, Freemasonry and Texas Ranger Ethics’ This month’s cover story looks at the legendary Lone Ranger and Masonic ethics.

Page 6, ‘American Indian Masonry.’ This fascinating article gives an insight into the legend of Red Hand.

Page 8, ‘Dallas Stoudenmire.’ “Four dead in five seconds.” The mason who was the main character in this legendary gunfight.

Page 11, ‘The Real Augustus McCrea’, “The story behind one of the main characters in the television program, Lonesome Dove’

Page 13, ‘Davy Crockett.’ ‘You can all go to Hell – I’m goin to Texas.’

Page 14, ‘Oklahoma Masonic Indian Degree Team’. An article about a group of native Americans who have a unique degree team!

Page 16, ‘Indian Blood Brothers’, Are they Masonic? – read this account on the supposedly Blood Brothers Initiation.

Page 18, ‘And finally, pardners!.’ ‘A

Masonic tale from the Texas Frontier.’

In the Lectures website The article for this month is ‘How Freemasonry Tamed a Territory’ In keeping with the theme in this month’s newsletter, read about the vigilantes of Montana in the old West and the number 3-7-77. [link]


The Lone Ranger Freemasonry and Texas Ranger Ethics. In this technological age of the 21st Century, it is difficult for young people to relate to the fewer communication and entertainment avenues of the early 20th Century. Back then, it was Radio which provided news, programming and entertainment. Before television made it possible to convey images, radiolisteners had to create their own mental pictures to blend-in and enhance the messages that they heard. Successful radio programs had to use correct language, as well as clear and vivid depictions to keep listeners spellbound. In Detroit, Michigan, a man named George W. Trendle, in 1933, at radio station WXYZ, created a radio program. He wanted it to appeal to youth, yet be interesting and exciting for adults too. The setting of the Old West in America provided an interesting theme in which to portray the hardships of the pioneers. Those hardships were deepened by burdens imposed by bad luck, bad choices, and bad men. As with any big problem, everyone looks for ‘something’ or ‘someone’ to help lift that burden and help make things right. As you might suppose, the hero would rescue the situation and happiness would prevail. That program, which began on radio, was eventually brought to television. That is where my first recollection of it began. The character would exhibit genuine virtue, honour, valour, wisdom,


compassion and respect for Law. The person in this leading role would be a true gentleman, who sets a good example of clean living and clean speech. He would walk uprightly and promote justice without regard for personal gain. He would come to the rescue when needed, and he wouldn’t be afraid to enlist the help of his faithful companion or a group of citizens to work in concert with him in bringing order out of chaos. Restoring the community’s peace and harmony was his overriding concern. This character had a past history as a lawman, as a Texas Ranger. He was shot down in an ambush, along with five other Texas Rangers. As he lay near death, an American Indian named “Tonto” comes across the scene and observes that one Ranger was still breathing, and brings him back to health. Around the Ranger’s neck was necklace bearing the symbol that Tonto had given a young white boy years earlier. Tonto says, “ You are Kemosabe.” (A Pottawatomic Indian word meaning “trusty scout” or “faithful friend”) The Ranger vaguely remembers his childhood nickname. He remembers Tonto and their memories of youth. The Ranger, John Reid sees his brother (a fellow Ranger) Dan Reid among the five dead Rangers. Together, Tonto and the Ranger dig six graves to make it appear to the outlaws that there were no survivors. As the sole survivor, Tonto makes the astute pronouncement to his friend: “You the Lone Ranger, now.” Before burying his fellow Texas Rangers, the surviving Ranger cut a strip of black fabric from his brother Dan’s vest and fashioned it into a mask

to put across his face to conceal his identity. As “The Lone Ranger”, he vowed: First, to bring to justice the members of the Cavendish Gang who did the dastardly deed. And, Second, to help bring Law and Order to the rugged American Frontier as well as a level; of stability to its citizenry. The Lone Ranger had his trusty horse; Silver and Tonto had his beautiful paint horse called Scout. I can almost hear the sounds of the ‘Calvary Charge’ finale of Rossini’s William Tell Overture and the booming baritone voice of the announcer, who said, “ A fiery horse with the speed of light. A cloud of dust, and a hearty ‘HiYo, Silver!!’ The Lone Ranger. ‘Hi-Yo, Silver, away!! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early West. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. The Lone Ranger rides again.” Like many people, I would classify “The Lone Ranger” as a true American hero, a larger-than-life personality, worthy of emulation. Growing up, I knew several men who, if wrapped-uptogether, would embody most of The Lone Ranger’s admirable traits. Upon reaching adulthood and soon thereafter joining Masonry, I can see many of those desirable virtues inculcated in the various Masonic degrees. It is no co-incidence that Freemasonry helped influence the law enforcement agency, the Texas Rangers. It was Bro. Stephen F. Austin, a mason, who had the fervent wish to organise a group of hardy men to protect his new colony


(which later became Texas). In 1823, Bro. Austin referred to that group as Rangers, because of their duties compelling them to ‘range’ over the entire vast area. This select group gave rise to what is called now “Texas Rangers”. Furthermore, many notable early Texas Rangers were masons, including Jack Hays, John B. Jones, (who later became the presiding officer of Royal Arch Masonry in Texas) L.H. McNelly, James Gillet, and George W. Baylor (among many others). One of the most dynamic Texas Rangers of the 20th Century was Manuel Trazazas Gonzaullas. His career as a Texas Ranger was notable for his patrolling of the East Texas Oil Fields, near Kilgore, Texas. He was known by the nickname “Lone Wolf Gonzaullas”, and he was the only Tecas Ranger then of Spanish decent. He was also a Mason. Bro. Gonzaullas was involved in the control of gambling, bootlegging, bank robbery, riots, prostitution, narcotic trafficking, and general lawlessness from the Red River to the Rio Grande and from El Paso to the Sabine River during the 1920’s and 1930’s. In September 2006, I was pleased to have Barry K. Caver, Captain of Texas Rangers – Company “E” tell me, “There was a time that most, if not all Texas Rangers, were Masons; however, I do not know their level of involvement.” The Battle of “Good” winning over “Evil”, and the struggle from ‘adversity and despair’ to ‘triumph and joy’ is a hallmark of real-life adventures that have been memorialised by both works of fiction and non-fiction. In pioneer days, horses were the principal means of transportation. Having a good horse

often meant the difference between life and death for not only Texas Rangers, but ordinary citizens as well. Animals, as well as humans, sometimes experienced adversity. The Lone Ranger and Tonto saved a big white horse from being gored to death by a buffalo. The Lone Ranger and Tonto nursed it back to health, and eventually set it free. The horse later followed them back to camp and the Lone Ranger adopted it. And it became his trusty steed “Silver.” The Lone Ranger’s bullets were made by a retired Texas Ranger in an old silver mine. The silver bullets were to remind the Ranger of hoe expensive it is to shoot a man. And, conversely, how valuable every person’s life is. The Lone Ranger would always shoot to wound, never to kill. The Lone Ranger put on a mask so he could not be identified. This served a two-fold purpose. So he could not easily be recognised by the outlaws who sought to kill him initially. Secondly, any good deeds he would perform later would be done purely for the love of the country and the pursuit of justice. Anonymity gives a person a stronger backbone of self-discipline if it is apparent the donor will receive nothing in return. Many Masonic Halls in olden days would have wooden boxes placed in aisles, lobbies, hallways or in rooms adjacent to the Lodge room for members to donate alms and other money to be directed to the poor. Any selfish person will make a donation if they can brag and boast about it, but it takes a truly selfless person who really cares to contribute in private.


The Lone Ranger rode over a vast amount of territory which included the Great Plains and several rivers, streams, distant mountains and the occasional canyon. When I was growing up in Kansas, I was amazed to learn that parts of the current States of Kansas, Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma, and even a bit of Wyoming were once part of the Republic of Texas. In that context, it is easy to envision a former Texas Ranger riding the diverse types of terrain which was then one region. And, Kansas has a Pottawatomie Indian Reservation. Sometimes works of fiction are based on more reality than a person might imagine. For the Lone Ranger and Tonto, friendship like wise inspires solid lifelong friendships. Fr. Christian Rosenkreutz, the founder of the Rosicrucian Society had members go out in the World in pairs. He felt that by going out in the world two-by-two would provide more safety and security than a sole individual dealing with life’s struggles alone. Further more, life’s lessons are often better understood when you have someone by your side to help you see how it has affected them too. Courage doesn’t develop instantly. Moral courage goes beyond personal courage or bravery. Moral courage must be cultivated and re-enforced. Freemasonry instils an honourable Code of Conduct. Many early Texas Rangers being Masons themselves adopted a code of ethics or integrity that lives on today. The white lambskin apron is an emblem of innocence and the badge of a Mason. The 5-pointed Star-within-awheel design is the badge of a Texas Ranger, and the badges are generally made from old Mexican five-peso silver

coins. Early Rangers sometimes lacked an ‘official’ badge for various reasons: insufficient salary, no real need to display it to Indians or Mexicans, or no need of displaying such a tempting target on one’s chest. However, the Masonic influence on the 5-pointed Lone Star has been evident from the beginning. In 1844, George K. Teulon, Grand Secretary of the Grand Lodge of the Republic of Texas, addressing a gathering of Masons in Portland, Maine, said: “Texas is emphatically a Masonic Country. Our national emblem, the ‘Lone Star’ was chosen from the emblems selected by Freemasonry, to illustrate the moral virtues – it is a fivepointed star, and alludes to the five points of fellowship.” Badges are nice to have, but we all must strive to aspire to the duties and qualifications that our ‘badge’ represents.

By remembering those thrilling days of yesteryear and learning from this grand old story of The Lone Ranger …. May we all be inspired to “carry-on” and base our actions on the same degree of excellence in ethics. Retaining and displaying a high level of ethics is often difficult to do in today’s world. Moral courage often comes via emulation of the honourable men who have gone before us. We may not heat the ‘Cavalry Charge’ from the William Tell Overture… but each of us needs to respond to the call to people in need. And, we should do so in a manner worthy of the next generation wanting to emulate us.

Along with the personal courage comes personal sacrifice. The Lone Ranger had his own blood spilled during the ambush in the pursuit of justice. His brother (a fellow Ranger) died in the same pursuit of justice. Having already taken on Oath as a Ranger, he vowed another promise: to continue acting in the interests of justice.

Did You Know?

All of us (as Master Masons) have taken an honourable obligation in the Lodge. And as Masons, we have made additional promises to seek further knowledge and continue our honourable and laudable work in the interests of the betterment of all mankind. By making our additional obligations, we have shown that we are willing to personally sacrifice a little more, in order that our society makes a positive difference in this world.


This article by Bro. James Marples was sourced from

Andy Clyde Andy Clyde played the part of California Carson, Hopalong Cassidy’s faithful sidekick. He also played the part of ‘Winks’ who was Whip Wilson’s sidekick. In all he acted in some 58 westerns in which he more often than not played the part of the grizzled, grungy, scruffy marshal, deputy or just plain old cowboy, usually with several days growth of beard. Andy Clyde was a member of Cahuenga Lodge No.513 in California. However what is not well known, is that Andy was born in Blairgowrie in Perthshire here in Scotland!

American Indian Masonry A TALL bronze skinned guide led the way over an ice rutted road. The journey toward the mysterious East had been commenced. Following the guide in single file were four and yet three, for one was the conductor in whose presence the three were assured safety from all danger not of their own making. In all there were five, for such is the order of the journey. It was in the land of the Senecas, those most powerful confederates of the famous Six Nations of the Iroquois. The time was midwinter in the moon of Nisko-wuk-ni, the appointed time when the great Thanksgiving of the Senecas takes place in a nine day celebration. During this season of gratitude to the Great Spirit the various fraternities and ceremonial associations hold sessions and a few of them give public exhibitions. Not so, however, with one whose work is all in secret and into whose chamber only those purified and loyal are admitted. The guide led on and the four followed, three being candidates for initiation. The glimmering light held by the guide cast an uncertain ray upon the trail that penetrated the moonless winter night. It was not an easy path nor was there sound footing on this trail to that which was sought. At length a lodge was reached. Behind drawn curtains there were faint gleams of light. Four sharp knocks were given and the door opened a crack while a sentinel stepped out to examine those who craved admittance.


A curious passer by might have seen by a hurried glance that the form of the lodge was an oblong, that there were two altars, upon one of which was placed a tray of incense and a heap of strange paraphernalia. But the door soon closed, and hours afterward the sounds of a peculiar chant, the blend of wild forest sounds mingled with a strange rushing noise like that of a great cataract floated out from the walls of the lodge-house. What was happening within? What you read was told to a great Mason, long before he made his journey to the land of the Senecas and witnessed their ceremonies. The Senecas called him Ho-doinjai-ey, the Holder of the Earth, and they invited Hodoin-jai-ey to come as a novitiate to the Lodge of the Ancient Guards of the Mystic Potence. Two other friends of the Senecas had been invited, Ho-skwisa-oh and Ga-jee-wa, thus forming the mystic triangle. The candidates were told to listen. The legend of the Ancient Guards was told. Red Hand was a young chief whose life was blameless for he was Ho-ya-di-wa-doh. He had received certain mysterious knowledge that made the covetous envy him, but so brave and kind was Red Hand that he was admired and loved by men and warriors. Red Hand had a place where he spoke to the Great Mystery, and because the Great Mystery spoke to him he was kind to every brother of the earth - every tree, every rock, every animal. He fed the hungry birds in winter time. When the wolves were hungry he gave them meat;

when the deer were hungry he gave them grass and moss. The children loved him because he gave them trinkets; the old people were grateful to him because he knew of oils that cured their lameness: the warriors admired him because he had power to lead them against the enemy that sought to destroy them. Down to the south country in the valley of the Ohio, went a war party to punish the foe. The Leader went apart to seek the chief of the enemy and while he stood alone a poisoned arrow struck him and he fell. Then the assassin who rushed upon him demanded the secret of his power but he would not give it and so the enemy lifted his tomahawk and scalped our Leader, taking the scalp away in triumph to be dried over the lodge poles where the smoke issues forth. A wolf lifted his nose and smelled blood. He howled to bring the pack and followed the scent to the body of a man. He looked and saw that it was Brother Friend whom he knew as Red Hand. He called in a different note and there came all the chiefs of the animals and even the chiefs of all the great plants and trees. They looked at the body of their friend. Then they held a council as to how he should be revived. "We will give the tip of our hearts and the spark from our brains," they said. Then they sent for the scalp which the Dew Eagle brought, making it again alive by sprinkling it from the pool of dew that rests on his back. It was placed on the crown of Red Hand's head and grew fast.


One by one the greatest of created things gave up the vital parts of their beings, the tips of their hearts and the hearts of their brains. For a brother is not a friend if he will not give his life for the Brother Friend who has befriended him in great emergency. When the life sparks were reduced to dust, so small a quantity was there that all together there was only enough to fill an acorn cup. Then the other chiefs of the animals and trees and plants and birds gathered around while the wolf took a cup of bark and dipping it with the current of a spring dropped into the water three tiny grains of the dust of life. This water of life was poured into the mouth of Red Hand and he moved. A compress of the water healed his wounds. Then the chosen hand commenced to chant the ritual of the Ancient Guardians of the Mystic Potence. During the night of blackness they sang, reciting the life and adventures of Red Hand. He awoke but lay still with his eyes shut. He listened and learned the song. The wings of the eagles lifted him and bore him to a great waterfall. He heard the rushing of strong waters thundering down upon the craigs below. The whippoorwill called and a light floated over the darkness. Then the circle clustered closer and the brother who is the Bear touched the breast of Red Hand. All stood erect. The Bear grasped the hand of the Leader who was to be raised; though slain the Bear grasped his hand and by a strong grip raised Red Hand to his feet. All was darkness, but Red Hand lived. The Ancient Guards called, each with his own peculiar cry. Red Hand recognized his friends.

In America it is often asked what the native Indian has of Masonry and if he has signs, grips and words like those of the ancient Craft. Oftentimes the question comes direct: "Are American Indians Masons?" Rumours have long been afloat that there are tribes that have Masonic lodges and that Masons travelling amongst them have been greeted by familiar signs and words and even led into lodges where ceremonies were conducted in due form. Is it then true that in some way our ancient brethren have travelled in unknown parts and among scarcely known people and have communicated the rituals that we hold must be inviolate; or that they have issued dispensations to these veiled lodges by which they may work under competent jurisdiction? How much of Masonry do these extra-limital Masons know, and how well do they keep and conceal from the profane their secret arts? If, perchance, they did not receive their Masonry from moderns, where in the annals of antiquity did they discover it? This excellent article by Bro. Arthur Parker was sourced from the 1924 May and June editions of the Builder magazine, and adapted for this special issue of the newsletter by the editor.

Dallas Stoudenmire ‘4 dead in 5 seconds’

Gunfighters were as indigenous to the Old West as cattle. The more famous of the breed ended up becoming household names: John Wesley Hardin, Wild Bill Hickock, Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday, to name but a few. Dallas Stoudenmire was a shooter and a Freemason from the town of El Paso, Texas, where, one week in April 1881, he blasted his way into history. This was his brief and violent moment of fame. Masonry had been established in Texas since the formation of its Grand Lodge in 1837. El Paso’s first lodge was founded in 1854; by 1881 a good


number of the citizens were members of this, El Paso Lodge, No 130. The lodge still works today. When 1881 dawned Solomon Schutz, Worshipful Master of Lodge No. 130, was desperately trying to bring law and order to El Paso - a succession of town Marshalls had failed. When a man named Stan Cummings moved into town and joined the Lodge, he quickly sent for his Brother-in-Law, Dallas Stoudenmire, who was immediately appointed Marshall by the Town Council. Stoudenmire was every inch a gunfighter: over six feet tall with a long black coat, string tie and long drooping moustache. He had fought in the Civil War for the Confederates, for Emperor Maximilian in Mexico and had served as a Texas Ranger in Comanche Country; he had twenty-seven bullet scars on his body. A disgruntled former Marshall of El Paso, George Campbell, arrived back in town boasting to all who would listen that he was going to 'take' the new Marshall. He proceeded to drink heavily and when he saw a Court Constable, Gus Krempkau, about to mount his mule, he approached and began to berate him loudly for consorting with Mexicans. At this point a local thug, John Hale, slipped up behind George Campbell and, drawing his gun, fired a shot under the latter’s arm at Gus Krempkau. Krempkau fell, mortally wounded, but he still managed to fire at both Hale and Campbell. At this point the town


Marshall, Dallas Stoudenmire, heard the gunfire and came running with his gun drawn. Campbell then made a tragic mistake: he drew his gun while shouting that he had played no part in the fight. Stoudenmire snapped off a shot at Hale but a young Mexican ran into the line of fire and fell dead. Stoudenmire’s second shot struck Hale in the middle of his forehead. Then Stoudenmire turned to Campbell, who had already been wounded by the dying Krempkau, and put his next round into Campbell’s stomach. Within seconds Hale and the Mexican lay dead in the street; Campbell and Krempkau lay dying. Stoudenmire returned his smoking gun to his holster confident that his authority was firmly stamped on the town. Irked by this apparently easy victory, two cattle thieves, the Manning brothers, urged a gang member, Bill Johnson, to take revenge on Stoudenmire. On 17th April 1881, Johnson prepared by filling himself with liquor and then hiding in wait for Stoudenmire on a large pile of bricks which had been amassed for the building of a new bank. At nightfall, while Stoudenmire and his Brother-inLaw walked the east side of the street, Johnson, no doubt still drunk, aimed at Stoudenmire but fingered his shotgun nervously causing it to fire early. The shot flew harmlessly over the Marshall's head. In the twinkling of an eye both Stoudenmire’s and his brother-in-law’s guns roared out into the night and Johnson fell. Eight bullets had perforated his body. Peace then came to El Paso and five months later, in the autumn of 1881, Dallas Stoudenmire petitioned El Paso

Lodge No 130 for membership. He was accepted and on 15th October was initiated. He was passed on November 19th and raised to the Third Degree, January 7th 1882. Following a bout of influenza Stoudenmire was convalescing in Columbus, a town on the Colorado river, about fifty miles west of Houston. While there he also got married. In his absence, his Brother-in-Law declared war on the Manning brothers. Unfortunately so, because he was soon killed in a gunfight with Jim Manning. Stoudenmire took the news silently on his return to El Paso but began to drink heavily. His behaviour to the citizens finally caused the town council to replace him. This angered Stoudenmire, who insisted that he remained Marshall. During one bout of drunkenness he burst into a council meeting and launched a blistering attack on his fellow masons who were also serving as councillors. However, he finally resigned as Marshall on May 29th 1882, left El Paso and later obtained the position of a Deputy U.S. Marshall. But he still wanted revenge on the Manning brothers. He returned to El Paso on the pretext of serving a warrant, and on 18th September 1882, after drinking all day, he finally confronted George Manning. Both men drew their guns and a bystander, who hoped to stop the fight, pushed between them. Stoudenmire, who favoured the cross draw, was prevented from firing by this intrusion and that allowed Manning to get off the first shot. This hit Stoudenmire in the


chest and threw him into the street. Reacting quickly, he drew his gun and wounded Manning who, in a fit of rage and pain, threw himself on Stoudenmire and at point blank range put a bullet in his skull. Stoudenmire’s new wife was left penniless and the El Paso Lodge was called upon to extend the full measure of charity. His body lay in state in the Lodge room until it was transported east to Columbus where a service was conducted by Caledonia Lodge No 68 (still working); but the El Paso Lodge paid for everything. The minutes of the El Paso Lodge, 19 September 1882, report: Lodge was opened in the M.M. Degree for the purpose of paying the last tribute to our deceased brother Dallas Stoudenmire. To afford his numerous friends an opportunity of seeing his remains for the last time, the Lodge room remained open to the public until 6 P.M. At 11 P.M. the members again met to carry his body to the RR depot for final interment in his former home, Columbia, Tex. Lodge was then closed peace & harmony prevailing. One bright side to this entire episode was the outstanding charity of the Marshall’s Masonic Lodge in spite of the shabby treatment he had meted out to some of its members. This article came from the Scottish Rite Magazine and Freemasonry today.

Who was the real Augustus McCrea? Augustus McCrae, played by Robert Daval, one of the main characters in the Pulitzer Prize winning novel Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry, was, according to the author, a fictional character. In his book and the movie by the same name, McMurtry follows the adventures of Captain Augustus "Gus" McCrae (played by Robert Duval) and Captain Woodrow F. Call (played by Tommy Lee Jones), two famous exTexas Rangers who run the Hat Creek Cattle Company and Livery Emporium in the small dusty Texas border town of Lonesome Dove. While McMurtry states that McCrae and Call were not modelled after historical characters, there are quite a few similarities between them and real-life Texas cattlemen Oliver Loving and Charles Goodnight. For example, Goodnight was a Texas Ranger, and there are several close parallels between the fictional partners of McCrae and Call, and the real-life partners of Loving and Goodnight. But the most striking similarity is the death and burial of the fictional Gus, and the actual last days of Oliver Loving. Both died on a cattle drive from gangrene brought on by a wound inflicted by an Indian. Before they died, both requested of their best friend to be buried in Texas, and both Goodnight and Call made good on a difficult promise to return their bodies to their home, Texas. Oliver Loving (December 4, 1812 – September 25, 1867) was born in


Hopkins County, Kentucky. When he was a boy, his family moved to Muhlenburg County where he farmed until he, his brother, and his brother-inlaw moved their families to the Republic of Texas. In Texas, Loving received 639.3 acres of land in three patents spread through Collin, Dallas, and Parker county. By 1857, Loving owned 1,000 acres of land and was raising cattle. The need for cattle was elsewhere, so to market his large herd, Loving drove them out of Texas. In that same year he entrusted his nineteen-year-old son, William, to drive his and his neighbours' cattle to Illinois up the Shawnee Trail. The drives made a profit of $36 per head and encouraged Loving to repeat the trek the next year. In 1866 Loving heard about the need for cattle at Fort Sumner, New Mexico, Loving gathered a herd of cattle and combined it with that of Charles Goodnight. Together they began a long drive to the fort. Their route later became known as the GoodnightLoving Trail, and the project proved very profitable to them. In the spring of 1867, Loving and Goodnight started a new cattle drive, again to Ft. Sumner. This drive was “snake bit” from the start; it was slowed by days of heavy rains, and threats from Indians all along the way kept the cattlemen on constant guard. Several days out of Ft. Sumner, Loving went ahead of the herd, taking with him Bill Wilson, a trusted scout. Although he told Goodnight that he would travel only at night through Indian country, Loving became impatient and pushed

ahead during the day. His actions brought a Comanche attack, and during the first few minutes of the attack, Loving was seriously wounded. Loving and Wilson took refuge under a small dirt embankment, and killed several Indians who tried to charge their location. Understanding that their best chance for survival was for one of them to get help, Loving sent Wilson back to the herd for the others. Loving spent the next several days fighting off Indian attacks with a repeating rifle and five pistols. Hungry, almost out of ammo, and facing exhaustion from loss of blood, Loving decided to come out and take his chances. He found that the Indians had moved on, either giving up on him, or thinking he was dead. He started walking, and was found by a Mexican family and taken to Fort Sumner. The doctor at Ft. Sumner was inexperienced, and although the wound to Loving's arm was infected, he chose not to amputate until it was too late. Gangrene set in and Loving was dying. Goodnight learned of Loving's plight and hurried to Ft. Sumner. Before Loving died, Goodnight assured him that his wish to be buried in Texas would be carried out. Oliver Loving was buried at Fort Sumner while Goodnight drove the herd on to Colorado, and upon Goodnight's returned, Loving's body was exhumed and carried back to Texas. Stories differ as to who accompanied the body back to Weatherford, but likely it was escorted by both Goodnight and Loving's son, Joseph.


Oliver Loving was reburied in Greenwood Cemetery in Weatherford, Texas, on March 4, 1868. As a member of Phoenix Masonic Lodge No. 275, it is said that he was “buried with Masonic Honours”. Likely, he received a Masonic funeral. Surely, it was attended by his Masonic brother, Charles Goodnight, who was also a member of Phoenix Lodge #275. An article on Charles Goodnight, by Bro. Dexter Sammons, published in the Transactions of the Texas Lodge of Research, states: “Even though Goodnight and Loving were partners and brother Masons, there is no record that hey ever had the opportunity to attend lodge together.” Oliver Loving was honest, very well liked, and considered by all to be the “Dean of the cattle drive in Texas”. He was inducted into the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Loving County, Texas and Loving, New Mexico, are named in his honor. There are simply too many parallels in the lives of Oliver Loving and Charles Goodnight, and the fictional lives of Gus and Woodrow, to write it off as coincidence. If the character of Gus wasn't based on the life of Loving, and the character of Woodrow wasn't based on Goodnight, then those pigs can fly.

This article was sourced from the emagazine of The Small Town Texas Mason’s. To whom our thanks go.

Famous Freemasons Davy Crockett ‘You all can go to hell – I’m goin’ to Texas!’

for his ability to shoot the flame off a candle at 100 yards. He once killed 105 bears in a single season, some with a knife. After serving two terms in the state Legislature, Crockett was elected to the U.S. Congress in 1827, 1829, and 1833. Popular for his honesty and home-spun forthrightness, he loudly opposed President Jackson's mistreatment of the Indians. Following his defeat in the election of 1835, an angry Crockett told his Tennessee constituents, "You all can go to hell - I'm goin' to Texas!'' On February 8, 1836, Davy and his twelve "Tennessee Boys" rode into the Alamo. His tall tales and quick wit held the morale of the men high during the worst days of the siege. On the morning of March 6, as the Mexicans finally overwhelmed the Alamo garrison, Davy Crockett was among the last to die.

A legend in his own time, by 1836 Davy Crockett shared billing with Jim Bowie as one of the two most famous men west of the Appalachians. Born on August 17, 1786, in northeastern Tennessee, he ran away from home at age twelve because of his dislike of school. He returned home three years later and paid for his own education. Crockett was the archetype of the American frontiersman, and was famous


Proof that Crockett was a Mason is based mainly on the survival of his Masonic Apron, made for him by Mrs. A.C. Massie of Washington, D.C., during his tenure in Congress. Before leaving for Texas, he entrusted the apron to the sheriff of Weakley County, Tennessee, and it was inherited and preserved by the sheriff's nephew, E.M. Taylor of Paducah, Kentucky. The lodge at Weakley County, near the Crockett home, burned during the Civil War destroying all the lodge records. Taken from the Texas Lodge of Research. Two actors who portrayed Davy Crockett, Fess Parker and John Wayne were both Masons.

Oklahoma Masonic Indian Degree Team

Around the year of 1948 there was a group of Oklahoma Indians that got together to put on some Masonic Degree work. It was very well received by those who witnessed the effort. In 1950, part of the 1948 group decided to form the Oklahoma Masonic Indian Degree Team. Every year since, the Team has travelled all over the U.S. and Europe to put on the Master Mason Degree. In the past, until now, there has been comparatively little change in Team. The Directors have been Fred Hays, Bunny Manly, Bob Archiquette, Ron Chambers, Terry Adams and currently Donald R. (Butch) McIntosh. Raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason and added to the Team in 1959, Bob Archiquette who has been with us at almost every one of the Team's Degrees and is still participating with the Team. The Team also consist of 13 Past Masters and the other are in line at the present time. The Team has never charged for their work and will not do mock Degrees. One of our largest degrees put on previously, was a count of approximately 4,500 brethren present and that was in Delaware, some times we have done the Degree when the Team has outnumbered the people in the lodge. Regardless we still put on the same degree. The Team is not made up of members from any one Lodge, but from several. All the Brothers must live in the State of Oklahoma and be willing to travel two and occasionally three weekends a month, if the Team can travel from Tulsa to a Lodge in an hour, we will work week nights. This amount of travel time during a year can be stressful on home life, but we have a very supportive "home team". On occasion, the "home team" gets to "go


on the road"; that is to say the wives of the Team get invited to visit when the ladies of the Lodge members for whom the Team is doing the Degree work. It is through this fellowship that many long-standing friendships, for both the members and the wives, have been built. Team members genuinely enjoy getting to know their Brethren from other states and finding kindred spirits in Masonry. Since the early 60's the Team has had picture postcards available as a memento of their degree work. The donations received through these help to pay for their travels. Lately, they have added lapel pins, ball caps, and coins as another souvenir. When the Team travels out of state, they ask the requesting Lodge pay for travel, food and lodging. In recent years, members of the Team have put on a traditional Indian dance programs and Story telling of legends and tales to help some of the Lodges defray part of the cost of their travel. This has been a favourite, not only of the Lodge members, but also their ladies and family members. This is the only time that the ladies and children can see the Team members in their authentic tribal regalia or dance clothes. The Team often visits the Shrine hospitals located near the Degree work. They enjoy their talks with the kids and staff, and perform their dance programs for them. The Native American Nations represented on the team are Apache, Choctaw, Chickasaw, Cherokee, Creek, Keetoowah, Oneida, Ottawa, Quapaw, and Shawnee. In the past members have been Delaware, Kaw, Kiowa, Pawnee and Ponca. This is "The oldest Degree Team" in existence today, and mostly that is because as a Team the group has never stopped or had a break since inception - over fifty year ago. The OMIDT have raised over 900 to the Master Mason Degree. THEY ARE the only known Indian Degree Team.

This interesting article was recommended to the newsletter by Bro. Joe Silversteen. The Original article was sourced from the website of Phoenixmasonry to whom our thanks go for allowing the Lodge 76 newsletter permission to use it.


Are Indian Blood Brothers Masonic ? ROLLING across the vast expanse of Western Oklahoma prairie, the syncopated beat of a drum played by many sticks seemed to be carried on the heat waves of August, 1922. There was no sign of life as far as the eye could see, but the sound came from an enclosure made by hanging blankets between tall poles set in the ground. lnside this the ancient ceremonies of initiation were being held for the last class of the ancient order of "Blood Brothers," a secret fraternity of American Indians. At sundown on the previous evening, Indians, old and young, from many different tribes had come from many states and from as far away as Mexico and Central America. Each had walked alone the last few miles, according to custom, carrying a blanket and a tall pole with which to build the outer framework of the tent or lodge in which the most secret of ceremonies was to be held. As each arrived, he sat down silently, and was served a portion of liquid ladled out from a large iron kettle filled with herbs, and boiling hot. This was a cathartic to cleanse the body of all impurities and evil, symbolical of the cleansing of each man's mind of hate, dishonesty and deceitfulness. Before each had started his journey to the meeting place, he had complied with another part of the ritual by walking at sundown the previous evening to the top of a lonely hill out on the prairie, where


he had spent the night alone and in contemplation of the Great Spirit and the magnificent works of his creation, and had prayed as the sun rose in the east to bring light and knowledge to all those who desired it. After the morning had been spent in quiet and friendly conversation and the sun was at its height, there was some murmuring among the throng of about a hundred men. There was a white man among the candidates for initiation and he must be removed before the ceremonies could begin. White men did not approve of the Blood Brothers and what they called "barbarous" rituals. Every candidate must be tested and must prove himself valiant and worthy before he could be called a Blood Brother. Besides, the white man was old and would never be able to pass the tests. Then a meeting of all except the candidates was held. The master of the lodge explained to the members that the white man was Dr. John W. Duke, Commissioner of Public Health for the State of Oklahoma, and that for many years he had been tireless in his efforts to improve the health of the Indians. He had saved the sight of many children as well as adults and had been instrumental in having hospitals built and maintained for Indians. He was the greatest benefactor of Indians of all tribes in his time. The talk of the master was eloquent and impassioned, ending with the statement that "besides, he is a devoted Mason." Among the group there were several Masonic emblems, not conspicuous, but

nothing was said in response to the speech. When the ballot was taken with little twigs, there were no broken ones, making it unanimous election. Then the young men to be initiated were brought into the enclosure, which was about fifty feet across, each carrying a stone weighing about ten pounds, tied to the end of a long leather strap. The doctor was excused from this part of the initiation as it was explained that he had already demonstrated his physical and mental stamina by his years of work. The others must prove that they could endure torture and long periods of strain without breaking. Only then was each considered worthy of the confidence of other members of this most secret organization. The end of the leather strap was passed under the large muscle on the left breast of each candidate after the master had given a long lecture on integrity, and had made a cut on each side of the muscle for that purpose. When all were tied, the men were lined up around the inside of the enclosure and the beaters gathered around the drum on the west side. As the beat began to throb the initiates started to run around the enclosure dragging the stones after them. It was about noon and the heat was terrific. None were allowed to stop or to drink, although there was some loss of blood, and no assistance or words of encouragement were given. The old members stood and watched each candidate, judging his ability. At first, the stones seemed easy to drag, but as the afternoon wore on, some stumbled and others fell. No hand was stretched out to assist and each arose quickly and went on. Then as it seemed


the runners would all drop from exhaustion, the sun dropped down in the west and the drum was suddenly silent. Then it was that the old members went out, each to his candidate, and untied the thong from the torn flesh, yet applied no bandages or even wiped away any of the blood. All were then seated about the enclosure, the master in the east, and in the center there was a pile of rocks with a cloth covering the top. After considerable incantations and ritualistic admonitions, the drape was removed, exposing a white stone approximately one foot in cubic dimensions, showing signs of great age, polished and chipped a little and appearing to be harder than marble. Into the top of the stone had been carved a square and compasses, the Masonic emblem, not newly cut, but indicating that it was very ancient. On one face was a star, on another a crescent, and still another showed a sun and then a moon, but the under side of the stone was not shown. Each candidate stood up and went to the altar, placing his hand upon the stone. Then the master made them repeat after him a solemn obligation to be honest, upright, stalwart, always assisting another Blood Brother, never to quarrel with him or strike him, even in battle. All the old members, including the doctor, then passed by the master who cut a little slash in the right breast of each. Then each of the new initiates were embraced so that the blood of all old members was commingled with the blood of the new ones, making them all Blood Brothers. The class was then instructed in the modes of recognition and signs, several of which were

identical with Masonic signs and grips. The sign of distress was the same. Each took his blanket and walked back the way he had come. Where did the stone come from, and why were Masonic emblems upon it? With it there was a wampum belt many feet long, with several hundred carved pieces, each telling of an event in the history of the stone. Old members said that it was brought from Central America for this occasion, and those entrusted with it had taken it back there, but admitted that many of the older pieces on the wampum belt were so old they could not be deciphered. It is know that the legend of the stone is that it came from a far country several hundred years ago. It is a fact that the fraternity of Blood Brothers existed among the Indian tribes - and may yet be secretly alive, for all we know. The story of the initiation of the good doctor is true, as he was a man of unimpeachable character. (A true Story?) This article came from the 1963 Issue of the Philalethes magazine.

And Finally, pardners! An Indiana Mason, Perry Case helped drive a herd of Texas cattle to Chicago in 1866. He wore a Masonic pin and on several occasions found his Masonic membership to be of great value. Shortly before reaching the Red River a Texas resident took a strong liking for his horse and endeavored to buy it. About a week later the horse was stolen and Case felt sure it was the work of the man who wanted the horse so badly. He


retraced the trail to the small village near where the man lived. Here he explained his loss to a group of men and gave the Masonic sign of distress. Several men immediately volunteered to assist, including an expert scout, who guided them across a swamp and enabled them to surprise the thief riding the horse. Case took the horse and insisted that the man be allowed to go free rather than being strung up to a tree as usually occurred on the frontier. While crossing Missouri they learned that Missouri had passed a law prohibiting Texas cattle from crossing or being brought into that state. Realizing they were in a difficult strait they decided to push on into Illinois as rapidly as possible. Near Jackson, Missouri they were confronted by 16 men armed with guns and in a bad mood. Just as the confrontation occurred another man rode up whom the Missouri men called Squire Ellis. He stated he had come to prevent bloodshed and called the attention of the Missourians to the Masonic pin Case was wearing and reminded them that several of them were Masons. He succeeded in taking the group aside and after parleying with them an hour or so, they agreed by a vote of one to let the Texas cattle pass on. Brethren, it is my sincere hope that you have enjoyed this ‘special edition’ of the newsletter. I hope that it has brought out the Masonic cowboy or Indian in you and stimulated interest in some of our Masonic brethren from the American old west. Until next month, Hi-Yo Silver Away!! The Editor.