Arizona Legends and Lore

by Dorothy Daniels Anderson

  Charles D. Poston, the "Father of Arizona" (Courtesy Arizona Historical Society, Tucson. National Archives photo no. 111-B-3183)

  Poston liked to tell a story about that initial journey. It happened when the group had reached the Colorado River and were ready to return to California. The only way to cross the river was by a ferryboat owned and operated by a Louis J. F. Jaeger. Because of hostile Indians in the area, there were risks involved in maintaining a ferry service. Therefore, Jaeger charged exceedingly high prices for passage. Poston had neither the desire nor the funds to pay the requested price to get his party across the Colorado. Jaeger refused to lower the price. It was a stand-off with seemingly no solution.

  Here is where Poston’s imaginative vision and resourcefulness came into play. Looking around him, he realized that one day a town or city would spring up on the banks of the Colorado River. Why not hurry the process along with a little promotion, he reasoned. Turning to the rest of his party, he suggested. “Let’s sell city lots to passing travelers and make our money for the ferry that way.” “Sell city lots,” retorted members of his party, tired, hungry and exceedingly disgruntled. “There’s nothing here but desert as far as the eye can see.”

  “True,” countered Poston with a convivial smile, “but eventually a city will grow up near the river and Fort Yuma.” With that rare ability to explain his vision of the future, Poston soon inspired the men with enthusiasm for his plan. Under the skilled surveying directions of Ehrenberg, the men, using sticks and stones and bits of string, began plotting out a city with a town square, roads and pier areas along the river.

  Jaeger, intrigued by this buzz of activity, came over to find out what they were doing. With a show of salesman-like reluctance the men at first hesitated to tell him of their scheme. When Poston finally shared their plan with Jaeger, the ferryman was also caught up in that dream of the future and immediately bought sufficient parcels of land to allow the party funds for crossing the Colorado. In addition, many sites were sold in California, netting members of the expedition a tidy sum.

  In San Diego, Poston and his party recorded their townsite, which was called Colorado City. Some believe that this was the beginning of Yuma. Others state that Yuma was located further south and that Colorado City never expanded to more than a temporary tent town.

  Upon returning to San Francisco, Poston received a letter from Kentucky informing him that his wife was seriously ill and not expected to live. Poston quickly returned home. After a long convalescence, his wife recovered. Poston felt that now he could leave his family and travel to Washington, D.C. to see if it was possible to interest Congress in appropriating funds for further exploration of the territory. While in Washington, he renewed the acquaintance of Major Heintzelman, whom he had first met when the Major was in charge of Fort Yuma. Heintzelman shared Poston’s enthusiasm for the potential of the area, not only for the opportunities to acquire wealth, but for the chance to create new frontier settlements. Both men realized that the United States was fast becoming a country where the frontier was disappearing.

  Together, the two men were able to persuade the Texas Pacific Railroad to hire them to explore the land for a railroad route and to develop its mineral resources. The generosity of this first business client allowed the men to form the Sonora Exploring and Mining Company, with Heintzelman as its president and Poston as its managing director. Ehrenberg became a director in the new company, as well as its chief engineer and surveyor.

  Money poured into this fledgling company and soon the directors could boast of two million in capital and $100,000 in cash for outfitting the expedition. Poston proceeded to San Antonio, which was considered at that time the best outfitting place in the Southwest. A man given to the grand gesture, encouraged by what seemed to be unlimited funds, he supplied the expedition royally. Mules, horses and wagons were loaded with provisions of every sort. There were tools, machinery, food, wines, clothing, books and many other luxuries, so that the travelers on the rugged trails would be assured of every possible comfort. All kinds of men flocked to join the expedition.

  It took four months to travel the 762 miles to Arizona. Initially the journey was a delight. The first military fort they came to was run by a commander who was a bon vivant and had imported two French chefs to accommodate his culinary needs. Pleased at having the company of a raconteur such as Poston, he entertained his visitors lavishly. But such conditions did not last. A skirmish with the Apaches and constant rain made the trip difficult.

  Tubac in 1863 with the Santa Rita Mountains in background (Courtesy Arizona Historical Society Library, Tucson)

  Arriving in Tucson in August of 1856, Poston, ever sensitive to the human condition and the general exhaustion of his party, gave the men a two-week holiday to rest and participate in the festival of St. Augustine which was in progress. After four months of traveling while remaining constantly alert to the possibility of an Indian attack, traversing swollen arroyos, trekking through mud and trailless areas, Poston knew that the men needed the fiesta to help them overcome the stress and strain of the trip.

  While his men were thus occupied, Poston had an important decision to make. Where was he to locate the headquarters of this new company? He could not choose a place where the lives of the men or the valuable property, which had been hauled from such a long distance, would be risked. The surrounding areas abounded in Apache Indians. He needed a place that could be easily defended and still be in close proximity to mining operations.

  He chose Tubac, located some 50 miles south of Tucson. It had a presidio which had been abandoned by the Spanish. Tubac was nestled in a rich valley at the base of the Santa Rita Mountains. Poston knew from his first land grant expedition into Arizona that these mountains harbored old Spanish and Mexican mines.

  Poston and his men went to work cleaning up the crumbling adobe fort, repairing buildings and corrals, replacing windows and doors. Some of the men were sent into the nearby forest to cut lumber for furniture. Others planted vegetable gardens. In a short while, Tubac had come to life and afforded its new occupants a comfortable living style. Now the men devoted their energy to finding and opening up the mines of the area. Soon silver deposits were bringing in over a hundred dollars a day. When the immensely rich Heintzelman Mine was discovered in Arivaca, riches began to pour into the new community.

  Such activity did not go unnoticed and soon skillful Mexican miners were arriving in great numbers to find work in the new enterprise. By Christmas of that year, Poston discovered that he was in charge of a flourishing community of over a thousand people. Others might have been overwhelmed by such a burden of leadership, but not Charles Poston. The challenge of creating a utopian community which would be at once vigorous yet leisurely and filled with hope for the future was one he relished. Good meals and good conversation were the standard of the community. Young Mexican senoritas, who had come to the settlement in hopes of finding husbands, were a civilizing influence on the rough-and-tumble miners. After a day’s work, music and festivities were a part of the lifestyle.

  Poston even had paper money, redeemable in silver, printed for the community, which helped to ease the day-to-day transactions for necessaries. Since many of the settlers working for the company spoke only Spanish and many of the miners hired by Poston spoke a series of European languages, Poston devised a simple scheme for recognizing the value of this currency. Each bill had a picture of an animal to help designate its value. Twenty-five cents was represented by a calf, a rooster was fifty cents, a horse was a dollar and the picture of a lion was valued at $10.

  Poston, as a virtual dictator in this community, used his power with generosity and kindness. He officiated at weddings and christenings, ever mindful to make the occasion one of celebration. He granted divorces and had the power to execute criminals and to declare war. So many of the community were grateful to him for his official sanctions that many young children were named after him. People flocked to Tubac. It was considered a safe, thriving
place to live, and the place where a couple could easily get married.

  A "boleta" used by Poston as a medium of exchange at Tubac. This one was valued at fifty cents. (Courtesy Arizona Historical Society Library, Tucson)

  The community flourished for several years in peace and harmony. Only once, when a priest came to investigate the religious status of the inhabitants and proceeded to declare all the marriages and the baptisms at which Poston officiated invalid, did the situation in Tubac become tense. Couples, many of whom identified with the Catholic church, began to realize that their relationships were without legal standing. Poston, with his usual skill in persuasion and in cultivating friendships, was able to persuade the priest to redo all the previous ceremonies for an agreed-upon sum, thus making them binding in the eyes of the church.

  Production of silver and copper was climbing and the company expected that it would soon be earning about $3,000 a day. Poston wrote in one of his reports that he felt Tubac embodied the highest aims in human endeavor. “Full employment, not only for wealth but also for the purpose of creating a place of freedom and civilization in the territory, should serve as an example to the rest of the nation. Our experiment must elicit nothing but pride and admiration.”

  But the bubble of euphoria was about to burst. Due to the irresponsibility of settlers in the surrounding areas and the military stationed at a nearby fort, several incidents occurred. This resulted in the reasonably peaceful local Apaches taking to the warpath under the leadership of Cochise to avenge the wrongful deaths of several of their chiefs. The Mexicans south of the border also rose up in arms over what they viewed as blatant acts of aggression and injustice. Add to this the beginning of the Civil War and the recall of a garrison of soldiers stationed in the area for protection and Tubac was left sandwiched between angry Mexicans and Apaches with no military back-up. Poston’s brother, John, was one of the first victims killed in an attack on the Heinzelman Mine.

  Tubac had to be abandoned. Women and children were rushed to safety in Tucson. Thus ended the prosperity and joy of this grand experiment in community living for which so many had committed their lives and money. More than a million dollars in stores and machinery, homes and supplies had to be abandoned to destruction. The little farms that had taken hold around the community soon reverted back to desert. Poston wrote at the time that the loneliest sound he had ever heard was the crowing of the cocks on the deserted ranches. “The very chickens seemed to know that they were being forsaken.” 1

  After returning home to Kentucky, Poston became involved in the movement to split the New Mexican territory, separate the western half, and create a new territory. The settlers in the Arizona half felt that the seat of the territorial government in Mesilla was too far removed from them to effectively give them adequate and protective support. Even the leaders of the New Mexico territory were anxious to eliminate the burden of having to deal with the Apache problem. But each time the bill came before Congress it was defeated because of other pending problems, such as the issue of whether slavery should be allowed in the new territory. The situation dragged on and on. Each new petition was rejected because of another Congressional disagreement.

  By now the Civil War was in full fury. Congress was looking for ways to fund this exceedingly expensive war. What was needed was a new source of gold and silver to infuse into the military in hopes of bringing this destructive war to a quick resolution. Heintzelman, by now a general in the Union army, had the ear of President Abraham Lincoln. Here was a perfect opportunity to once again bring before Congress the mineral potential of Arizona and the need to forge closer ties with the area by creating it as a separate territory.

  General Heintzelman recalled the magical enthusiasm that Poston could bring to a speech. In Heintzelman’s mind, Charles Poston was that perfect combination of talents to successfully take up Arizona’s cause in Congress. Poston had much firsthand knowledge of the area. He personally knew of the mineral wealth, but most of all he had that ability to persuade and charm, to create with words a vivid vision, a dream of the potential of the place.

  General Heintzelman set up a meeting with Poston and his fellow Kentuckian, President Abraham Lincoln. The President listened carefully and then sent Poston to men who had the power to get a bill creating an Arizona territory through the Congress. Once again Charles Poston, with his natural ability as promoter, raconteur and visionary, used those talents to persuade these powerful political men. On February 24, 1863, the results of Poston’s persuasive abilities came to fruition, and President Abraham Lincoln signed a bill creating the Arizona Territory.

  A jubilant Poston invited these new friends and political colleagues, who had worked for the success of the bill, to a celebration dinner. As the evening progressed, the wily politicians began to parcel out the jobs and positions that this new territory had created. Poston, even though host and catalyst, was ignored. Astounded by this blatant disinterest in rewarding him for his labors, Poston fortified himself with several glasses of wine and exclaimed to his assembled guests, “Well, gentlemen, what is to become of me?” 2

  Eventually he was offered the office of Superintendent of Indian Affairs. This was not a powerful nor lucrative position, but it did give Poston his opportunity to return to his beloved Arizona.

  Having outfitted himself and his party in what was by now his personal style of comfortable travel, Poston, armed with many gifts for the Indians, invited a friend from San Francisco to join him on his journey through Arizona as he visited the various Indian tribes. It might be easy to dismiss the skill of Charles Poston as superintendent of the Indians because of his penchant for luxury, drama and good times, but he was and had always been a keen observer of the precarious conditions under which the Indians lived. Their living style was to be in even greater peril because of the rapid encroachment by settlers on their hunting, farming and foraging lands. The visionary, the dreamer, did much in the way of coming up with constructive ideas to better the lives of the Indians.

  Poston also knew how to use the skills of others to give his plans a firm foundation. He hired an engineer to help him create a plan for a proposed Indian reservation along the Colorado River, which would make use of canal irrigation for fertilizing the farmland. By developing an irrigation program, he was making certain that the Indians would be able to be self-sufficient in supplying themselves with food, but it would be done in a manner that was based on a successful irrigation system told about in the familiar Indian tales of the ancient ones from a time long ago.

  Poston was able to persuade the territorial legislature to agree with the proposal. Then he ran for the office of territorial delegate to Congress. This would allow him to personally present his proposals for the Indians. As a delegate, Poston presented more than 10 resolutions concerning the needs of this fledgling territory. In addition, he gave eloquent speeches in support of his Indian programs. Much of his vision did not interest the men in Washington, D.C. Few had the foresight to see the Indians as anything more than savages to be ignored or eliminated. Some token bills were passed which gave small amounts of money for incidental expenses, such as supplying the Indians with farming equipment, but without the canals of irrigation, the money was a mere assuaging of conscience.

  Three years after Poston’s plea for the Indians, Congress did pass a bill setting up a small reservation with the start of some irrigation construction. It was better than nothing, but had Poston’s vision for the Indians been followed, perhaps much of the hate and tragedy that occurred in Arizona between the settlers and the native Americans might have been averted.

  But, long-range visions are not the stuff of politics. In what appeared to be some political collusion, Poston found himself in a three-way contest for re-election as territorial delegate to Congress. All three candidates ran on the same ticket and Poston lost.

  Returning to Washington, where he began to practice law, Poston still hoped to realize his political ambitions. He had become a friend of President Linc
oln and was viewed in Washington as a man who had the right connections and influence. All this came to an abrupt end some few months later with the assassination of the President. Without his fellow Kentuckian’s support, there was little call for Poston’s services.

  Returning to Arizona, he tried once again to be the successful candidate for delegate to Congress. Again he was defeated. Rejected by a place that meant so much to him, the relentless Poston went to Europe and wrote a book about his experiences. Returning to Washington, Poston was commissioned by the Secretary of State to go to Asia to study irrigation and immigration.

  Everything about Asia fascinated him. Armed with a treaty to the Emperor of China and many letters of introduction, he met not only the Emperor, but the Mikado of Japan, the Viceroy of India, the Khedive of Egypt, the Sultan of Turkey, the Shah of Persia and the Kings and Queens of Europe. Much later, he was to remark that none of those great leaders embodied the majesty of humanity that he had found in Abraham Lincoln.

  While in India, Poston was to discover the Parsees and their ancient Zoroastrian religion. These were the Sunworshippers who believed in the prophet Zoroaster, who had lived one thousand years before Christ, and espoused the continuing universal struggle between the forces of light and darkness. The Parsees fascinated Poston with their belief that man can choose to take part in the struggle against the elements of darkness by worshipping and supporting the Lord of Light, who is eternally engaged in the battle against the forces of evil.

  Poston was so taken by this religion and the study of its history and temples that he was accused of neglecting the study of ditches and irrigation. When Washington heard about Poston’s use of time, his commission was withdrawn. Poston continued his travels, supporting himself by writing articles about his experiences. For awhile he lived in England, where he wrote a book about his new-found religion. His charm, his vision, his enthusiasm opened many doors and Poston was sought after as a speaker and writer. Still desirous of holding political office, Poston decided to return to Washington. But his political ambitions were to bear no fruit.