Prairie Lights: Underwhelmed by a Montana ‘classic’
By Ed Kemmick/Last Best News
There are some books you hear about so often that you begin to think, wrongly, that you might have read them.
I wasn’t even sure whether it was on my shelves or not, so I went looking. I did have a copy of the book—a University of Nebraska softcover reprint from 1990—but a quick survey of the contents persuaded me I hadn’t actually read it. I figured it was high time I did.
Barrows came to Montana from Wisconsin in 1880, joining the rest of the family here when he was just 16. After six months as a handyman at a trading post near Martinsdale, he signed on as a cowboy at the famous DHS ranch, run by Montana pioneer Granville Stuart.
“U-bet” is the story of Barrows’ adventures as a cowboy during his five seasons at the DHS. A blurb on the back of the book says Barrows describes trail herding, roping and branding “with a mastery of language rarely brought to the subject.” I had read several times that it even deserved a place alongside E.C. “Teddy Blue” Abbott’s “We Pointed Them North,” one of my favorite Montana books.
Now that I have read Barrows’ book, however, I feel that I must have missed something.
There were some good things in it. I particularly liked his description of how the old-time cowboys made their own rawhide lassos, delivered in plain, clear language. And I enjoyed the humor and the magnanimity of his description of Moses Wells, part of a family of “Red River half-breeds”: “Beyond the fact that he could ride and shoot, was an accomplished hunter and could speak English, French, and three or four Indian languages fluently, he was uneducated.”
But overall, his “mastery of language” was nothing like that of Abbott, whose words were raw and vivid, as lean and tough as Abbott himself. Abbott told his life story to Helena Huntington Smith in the late 1930s and she assembled his stories into a book, but she says her main job was staying out of his way, so as not to make the book too “literary.”
The literary malady, unfortunately, was precisely what Barrows suffered from. He might have been a good cowboy, but his writing reeks of the dandy.
I just now opened the book at random and came across this, in reference to his sometimes being asked to superintend a poker game at the trading post: “My youth was my greatest protection, and I was compelled on more than one occasion to resort to an acquired guile, learning that what cannot be carried by force may sometimes yield to persuasion.”
“U-bet” is littered with this kind of windbaggery. I kept thinking of Francis Parkman as I read Barrows. Parkman, who would go on to become one of the best historians America has produced, wrote “The California and Oregon Trail,” an account of a two-month tour he made through Nebraska, Wyoming, Colorado and Kansas in 1846, when he was 23.
He kept a journal during his travels and it is obvious that he relied heavily on them, because the writing changes dramatically in the course of the book.
Once Parkman has been in the saddle for a few weeks and has begun to grow used to daily hardship and the dry, wide-open life of the remote prairie (he even hunts buffalo with some Sioux Indians), his writing becomes noticeably more vigorous and spare. You have to wonder if would he have become a great historian if he hadn’t made that trip.
With Barrows, there is no transformation. He is as addicted to “fine writing” on the first page of his memoir as he is on the last.
There is another reason that I doubt my own judgment, though. In an introduction to the edition of “U-bet” that I read, Montana historian Richard B. Roeder calls Barrows’ yarns “superb examples of bunkhouse humor.” He goes on to say, “The reader who does not at least chuckle at some of the twists Barrows gives his tales is a real honest-to-goodness sobersides.”
I have been called a lot of things before, but never a sobersides. I’m afraid I didn’t chuckle once; I don’t even remember smiling. I thought Barrows’ yarns, especially when he was relating yarns other cowboys supposedly told, had an air of falsity about them, with none of the matter-of-fact, profane simplicity always employed by Teddy Blue.
So consider this a plea. If any readers would like to argue with me, in the comments below or in an email, I’d love to hear from them. Tell me what I missed, tell me what pieces of brilliance I overlooked.
And in light of how relatively recently this book was written, given the short history of Montana, I apologize to any living relatives of Barrows who may happened to have read this. I was only judging the book, not the man.
Ed Kemmick has been a newspaper reporter, editor and columnist since 1980. Except for four years in his home state of Minnesota, he has spent his entire journalism career in Montana, working in Missoula, Anaconda, Butte and Billings. “The Big Sky, By and By,” a collection of some of his newspaper stories and columns, plus a few essays and one short story, was published in 2011.