Thursday, August 13, 2026

IDAHO PIONEERS: David Jackson Bailey’s Backtrail

 


Before our family ever cut timber in the Flathead Valley or turned wheat ground on Texas Ridge, my great-grandfather David Jackson Bailey (1865–1949) was out riding the wind-scoured plains of Nebraska as a genuine frontier cowboy.

David spent a lifetime doing things the hard way—from stacking thick blue-joint sod in the 1880s to harness-milling cane molasses with an old horse named Dynamite in his eighties. He was built from iron-hard timber, and he set a standard for pioneer endurance that echoes all the way down our family tree.

From Iowa Child to Plains Cowboy (1865–1884)


David Jackson’s eldest son, Franklin, with a Belgian colt, c. 1898

Born on November 19, 1865, in Moravia, Iowa, David was the eldest son of David Solomon Bailey—a Union cavalryman who came home from the Civil War with severe wounds—and Sophia Boyd. Around 1870, when David was just five years old, the family pulled up stakes and pushed west to Elkhorn, Nebraska.

Coming of age on the open ranges of eastern and central Nebraska, David worked as a young range cowboy. He learned the subtle arts of handling cattle, breaking stubborn horses, and surviving on open plains that could freeze you in winter and bake you in summer.

                  THE NEBRASKA FRONTIER TRAIL

                  

  [1865] Born in Moravia, Appanoose County, Iowa

   

  [1870] Moves West with Family to Elkhorn, Nebraska

   

  [1880s] Cowboy Era: Rides Open Range & Handles Livestock

   

  [1884] Homesteads in Valley Co. & Marries Lillian Amanda Pierce


According to regional pioneer records preserved in the Nez Perce County Archives, those early range years forged David's lifelong identity as a horseman—a skill set he passed directly down to his sons and descendants.

The Soddy Era: Liberty Township, Nebraska (1884–1903)

In 1884, just before turning nineteen, David headed into central Nebraska to stake a claim in Liberty Township, Valley County. On October 27, 1884, he married Lillian Amanda Pierce (1867–1957), daughter of a Union soldier and seasoned homesteader.


                                    THE VALLEY COUNTY SODDY

                     

  • Wall Construction: 2-foot thick "Nebraska Bricks" (Blue-joint sod)

  • Insulation Value: Cool during 100°F summers, warm in prairie blizzards

  • Daily Realities: Muddy water leaks during rains; snakes & field mice

  • Work Engines: Giant Belgian draft horses for deep-plowing thick sod


With native trees virtually non-existent on the sprawling prairie, David hitched a heavy breaking plow and sliced thick strips of dense, root-tangled blue-joint grass to build a sod house ("soddy").

Stacked two feet deep, these native bricks provided incredible insulation against 100 degree summer heatwaves and sub-zero blizzards. But life inside was a constant wrestling match with nature. Heavy prairie rains caused muddy water to drip through thatch roofs for days, and snakes, field mice, and insects routinely burrowed through the earth walls.

For nearly twenty years, David and Lillian farmed that harsh ground, relying on massive Belgian draft horses to break the stubborn soil. It was inside this three-room soddy that six of their seven children were born, including my grandfather, Franklin Jackson Bailey (1886–1968).

Driven Out by the Great Droughts

By the late 1890s, the Nebraska plains turned punishing. A relentless cycle of severe droughts dried the topsoil into powder, while howling prairie winds literally blew planted seed rows right out of the ground.

                                   THE BATTLING YEARS

                       

 [NEBRASKA (1884–1903)]              [IDAHO (1903–1949)]

  • 20 Years in a 3-Room Soddy        • Timber Logging on Bear Ridge

  • Continuous Droughts & Dust        • Deep Wheat Farming on Texas Ridge

  • Sorghum Cane for Winter Sweet     • Final Years in Lewiston Orchards


As an old newspaper account recalled decades later, the Baileys survived those brutal years by growing sorghum cane—one of the few crops that could withstand the scorching drought—and milling homemade cane cider down into molasses syrup to sweeten their children's meager meals.


c. 1910 Kendrick, Idaho

Crossing to the Pacific Northwest: Kendrick & Bear Ridge

By 1903, the endless dust and crop failures finally broke David's hold on Valley County. Packing their heavy farm wagons, David and Lillian pointed their Belgian teams toward the Pacific Northwest, establishing a new homestead near Kendrick, Latah County, Idaho.

                               THE THREE-CHAPTER LIFE

                   

  [1865–1903] NEBRASKA SODDY ── 20-Year Stand Against Prairie Drought

   

  [1903–1928] KENDRICK HOMESTEAD ── Timber & Farming on Bear Ridge

   

  [1928–1949] LEWISTON ORCHARDS ── 5-Acre Cane Mill & "Dynamite"


c. 1920 Jackson Bailey farm (Kendrick, Idaho)

Jackson in his orchard c. 1920


For a quarter-century, David logged timber and farmed wheat on the high, fertile soils of Bear Ridge and Texas Ridge, where their seventh child, Curtis, was born in 1904. Where Nebraska had offered sand and wind, Idaho offered deep volcanic soil, high pine timber, and reliable rainfall.

The Cane Molasses Factory & Old "Dynamite"

Around 1928, approaching retirement age, David and Lillian moved down into the mild valley of Lewiston Orchards in Nez Perce County. But "retirement" was a concept David never quite understood. On a five-acre tract, they raised fruit, kept chickens and bees, and built a famous homemade cane molasses mill.


Dynamite, Jackson and Lillian pressing cane, c. 1945


An article published in the local Lewiston Orchards newspaper around 1946 captured the couple in their late seventies, still working with the energy of youth:

"Mounted on a concrete pier is a cane press... rigged with a long homemade sweep pole. To the long end, Mr. Bailey hitches a fat, wise, old, and trusty horse by the forceful name of 'Dynamite'... As Dynamite reluctantly gets into clockwise motion, the press begins to turn, feeding stalks through to squeeze out fresh cane cider."

Together, David and Lillian cooked down the cider in an outdoor furnace, producing gallons of golden syrup for neighbors across the valley.


                    THE LEWISTON CANE MILL

                    

         [10-Foot Pole] ── Harness Sweep

              

      [Old "Dynamite"] ── Trusty Horse Power (Clockwise Walk)

              

        [Cane Press]   ── Crushes Stalks for Cider

              

      [Outdoor Furnace] ── 3-Hour Reduction to Golden Molasses


A Cowboy to the Very End

c. 1945, David Jackson Bailey


David Jackson Bailey lived to be 83 years old, passing away on May 12, 1949, in Lewiston, Idaho.

In a testament to the unyielding horseman he was, his death was brought on by pneumonia following severe injuries he suffered while breaking a horse at age eighty-three. He died as he had lived: in the saddle, working livestock, and refusing to hand over the reins. He lies at rest in Normal Hill Cemetery in Lewiston, Idaho.


(left to right) (Back row) Franklin, Marcus, Meda, Len and George; 
(Front row) Curtis, David Jackson, Lillian and Clara, c. 1908 

Key Family Genealogy Notes

  • David Jackson Bailey: b. 19 Nov 1865, Moravia, IA – d. 12 May 1949, Lewiston, ID.
  • Lillian Amanda Pierce: b. 11 Sep 1867, Elkhorn, NE – d. 10 Dec 1957, Lewiston, ID.
  • Burial: Normal Hill Cemetery, Lewiston, Nez Perce County, Idaho.
  • Children of David Jackson & Lillian:
    1. Franklin Jackson Bailey (1886–1968) – Montana homesteader & WWII worker.
    2. Marcus Leroy Bailey (1888–1979) – Latah County, ID resident.
    3. David Leonard Bailey (1890–1962) – Went to Montana with Frank in 1908.
    4. Meda Elvira Bailey (1892–1967) – Married Herb Slocum; Lewiston dairy farmer.
    5. George Frederick "Fred" Bailey (1894–1962) – Idaho resident.
    6. Clara Lillian Bailey (1900–1961) – Born in Nebraska soddy.
    7. Curtis Pierce Bailey (1904–1978) – Born on Bear Ridge, Kendrick, ID.


c. 1910 Meda Bailey wearing a brother’s campaign hat

c. 1914 Clara Bailey riding her brother's horse, Kendrick ID


A gift from an old neighbor—Texas Ridge, Idaho, 2020—Jackson’s farm 100 years later

Thank you Gemini AI for your wisdom and research assistance. -- Drifting Cowboy

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

AMERICA 250 -- THE PIONEERS -- August 2026 additions

 


IDAHO PIONEERS: David Jackson Bailey’s Backtrail

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/idaho-pioneers-david-jackson-baileys.html

• Aug 13


MONTANA PIONEERS: Alonzo "Lon" Brown (Part IV)

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/montana-pioneers-alonzo-lon-brown-part.html

• Aug 12


MONTANA PIONEERS: Franklin Jackson Bailey (Part III)

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/montana-pioneers-franklin-jackson.html

• Aug 11


MONTANA PIONEERS: Abraham Lincoln Brown (Part II)

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/montana-pioneers-abraham-lincoln-brown.html

• Aug 11


MONTANA PIONEERS: John Galloway Brown (Part I)

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/montana-pioneers-john-galloway-brown.html

• Aug 10


The Technology and Methods of Early Pioneer Logging

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-technology-and-methods-of-early.html

• Aug 10


Jackson Baileys Horse-Powered Hay Baling Crew

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/jackson-baileys-horse-powered-hay.html

• Aug 7


Granddad’s 1920 Texas Ridge, Idaho binder and shocking crew

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/granddads-1920-texas-ridge-idaho-binder.html

• Aug 7




The Backtrail of a Drifting Cowboy

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-backtrail-of-drifting-cowboy.html

• Aug 6


The Pioneer Backtrail of Lydia Corinna Brown

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-pioneer-backtrail-of-lydia-corinna.html

• Aug 5


The Thread of Freedom: An American Tapestry

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-thread-of-freedom-american-tapestry.html

• Aug 4


From European Royalty to French-Canadian Voyageurs: Our Kinship with James Madison

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/from-european-royalty-to-french.html

• Aug 3


The Quaker Who Answered Lincoln’s Call: Faith, Freedom, and the Price of Gettysburg

https://a-drifting-cowboy.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-quaker-who-answered-lincolns-call.html

• Aug 3





MONTANA PIONEERS: Alonzo "Lon" Brown (Part IV)

 


If you sit back by a night fire and look back down a long trail, you can usually spot the exact bend where your life took its forever turn.

For me, that turn happened in the summer of 1950. I was a seven-and-a-half-year-old city kid with a big dream, standing in the high pine country thirty miles outside Kalispell, Montana. That was the summer my granduncle—Alonzo Earl "Lon" Brown (1898–1980)—put me on a horse, handed me the reins, and set my compass for the next seventy years.

The Road North in a Brand New Ford

Back in 1950, my dad had just built and sold a house along with a piece of land down in California. He was "cowboy rich"—as the saying goes—and he did what any self-respecting man would do at the end of a good drive: he bought a brand-new Ford, loaded up the family, and pointed the hood north toward Idaho and Montana to visit Mom's kin.

Our first stop was in Lewiston, Idaho, at Aunt Meda Bailey-Slocum and Herb Slocum’s dairy farm. Bright and early the first morning, Uncle Herb had me sitting on a stool in the barn learning to milk a cow. Herb was my instant buddy, and to my seven-year-old mind, a fellow cowpoke (though I learned later that real cowboys wouldn't be caught dead milking a cow unless they were trying to save an orphan maverick!).

From there, we trailed through Grand Teton and Yellowstone, where I saw grizzly bears up close—pretty terrifying critters even from behind a car window. But the real destination lay further north, across the Flathead Valley.


30 Miles into the Backwoods: The Creston Stump Ranch

We rolled into Kalispell, where Uncle Lon drove into town to meet us and lead our Ford thirty miles out into the dense backwoods.

Lon and Aunt Olive lived on what they called a sure-enough stump ranch. He had nearly a full section of lodgepole pine, with seventeen acres of pasture created the hard way: pulling, blowing up, and burning massive tree stumps one single block of wood at a time.


                            THE STUMP RANCH LIFE 


[THE LAND]         [THE SUBSISTENCE]

 • Nearly 1 Section Lodgepole Pine • Elk & Deer Hunting

 • 17-Acre Hand-Cleared Pasture         • Timber Logging & Firewood

 • 30 Miles from Kalispell         • Small Herd of Cattle


Living that far out gave a family room to roam. Uncle Lon logged timber, ran a few head of cows, hunted elk, and kept a garden—whatever it took to keep grease in the pan and food on the table.



Finding a Mentor and a Lifelong Passion

That week in 1950 changed my life forever. Aunt Olive gave me her wide-brimmed cowboy hat and a pair of boots that fit just right. Then Uncle Lon walked me over to a handsome gelding named Brownie—who officially belonged to Olive—and turned him over to me.

"He's yours while you're here, kid," Lon told me. "And he'll do what he's told."

For the next several days, ol' Brownie and I became inseparable. We explored every inch of that seventeen-acre pasture, herded cows, and rode under the Big Sky. Right then and there, I vowed I was going to be a cowboy and move to Montana when I grew up.

THE LESSONS OF UNCLE LON 


[1950] The First Saddle ── Handed the reins of "Brownie" at age 7 

[1950] The Pack Trip ── Tail-holding up the steep trail to Strawberry Lake 

[1950] The Big Catch ── Fishing for rainbow trout from an inflatable raft 

[1950s+] LA Decembers ── Lon bringing truckloads of Christmas trees & canned elk



The grand climax of that trip was a high-country pack expedition up to Strawberry Lake. When the trail got so steep and narrow that my young legs couldn't keep up, Uncle Lon showed me an old mountain trick: he had me wrap my hands tight into Brownie's tail, letting that good horse pull me right up the mountain.

We fished from an inflatable four-man raft on Strawberry Lake, and as luck would have it, the city kid landed the biggest trout of the trip.

Old Montana

A poem written for Uncle Lon and the 1950 Montana trail:

I went for a visit to the family homestead about 1950. 

Mom introduced me to ol' Montana, it sure was nifty. 

They had horses and cows and I met Uncle Lon there. 

With you it's my memories of that trip I'd like to share. 


You see my Mom came from a hearty family branch, 

That made their living on a sure enough stump ranch. 

They hunted elk, logged timber, an' raised a few cows, 

Had a garden too, what ever put food in their mouths. 


Lon had nearly a section of land covered with Lodgepole pine, 

17 acres was pasture created by removing one stump at a time. 

An' living 30 miles from Kalispell gave them room to roam. 

To this very day I think of that ol' ranch as my second home. 


Uncle Lon put me on a horse when I was just seven years old, 

Said he was mine while I was there an' he'd do what he was told. 

The truth is he belonged to my aunt Olive, Brownie was his name, 

But he was my first horse to ride, and I loved him all the same. 


I was from the city, but with me Aunt Olive knew what to do, 

She gave me her wide brimmed hat and cowboy boots too. 

For the next several days ol' Brownie an' me grew to be pals, 

We explored every inch of that pasture an' herded some cows. 


I vowed I'll be a cowboy an' move to Montana when I’m growen, 

Now a lot of years have passed but someday to Montana I'm goin'. 

An' thanks to Uncle Lon I've still got a little horse for a best friend. 

Her name is Kasidy an' we're gonna ride in Montana before our end.


Long Memories & The Final Trail





In the decades that followed, Uncle Lon remained a constant fixture in our lives. Nearly every December, he’d drive a truckload of fresh Montana Christmas trees down to Los Angeles to sell. He never showed up empty-handed—he always brought jars of home-canned elk meat and sweet wild huckleberry jam harvested from the Flathead slopes.


1975  Lon Brown and Copper


Uncle Lon passed away on April 2, 1980, in Kalispell at the age of 82, and was laid to rest in the Flathead soil he loved.

He was the last of that rugged generation of Browns who cleared the timber and broke the sod. But thanks to him, that seven-year-old boy never forgot how it felt to sit in a saddle, hold the reins, and look out over the Big Sky country.

Yours truly riding’ with cousins Earl, Dale and uncle Lon in Kalispell


Master Index: The Montana Pioneers Series

Key Family Genealogy Notes

  • Alonzo Earl "Lon" Brown: b. 16 Mar 1898, Adams, NY – d. 2 Apr 1980, Kalispell, MT.
  • Flavie Olive Brown: b. 13 May 1913 – d. 26 Jun 2005, Kalispell, MT.
  • Burial: Kalispell, Flathead County, Montana.
  • Sons: Earl William Brown (1933–2016) and Dale Brown (1934–2013).

A Drifting Cowboy and Kasidy May in Chatsworth


Thank you Gemini AI for your wisdom and research assistance. -- Drifting Cowboy