A Strange Fascination

Feb 9, 2016

There’s something about Mellette County that captivates people. Its rivers and landscapes have inspired poetry and prose that have appeared in the pages of South Dakota Magazine. Rapid City poet Donna Parks penned this piece in tribute to the White River, which forms the county’s squiggly northern border:

In a wide white bed

of seashell dust,

the winding White

goes

milky,

low,

and soundless

as snow.

Similarly, Lavonne McCurdy Banks, a native of the area, was drawn to write about her experiences revisiting the White River valley from her home in California in 2007.

“The prairie merges with lush fields of grain and an occasional green valley. Scrub oak and cottonwood trees root deeply into the soil, searching for moisture left by winter snows and occasional spring showers. Wild buffalo berries, chokecherries and blackberry vines provide luscious fruit, but it soon withers on the vine.

The White River forms the northern boundary of Mellette County. Photo by Stephen Gassman.

“Winters were often harsh and seemed endless. But spring always followed. Optimism returned, planting resumed, hearts lightened and the cycle began again.

“Adversities built character in the White River valley. Its people were never willing to kneel to nature’s temperamental tirades. Even today there is a strange fascination to this land. Perhaps God created it for dreamers to test their capabilities and endurance.”

If that’s true, there’s no better example than Anna Langhorne Waltz, who homesteaded in Mellette County shortly after its organization in 1911. Prior to statehood in 1889, land west of the Missouri River was known as the Great Sioux Reservation. Through the Dawes Act of 1887, the federal government began allotting portions of that reservation land to Indians, hoping to assimilate them into the European-style farming culture that homesteaders brought in the steady westward migration. Once allotments were made, portions of reservation land were opened to settlers.

Such was the case with Bennett, Washabaugh and Mellette counties in the fall of 1911. Even though the region had endured an intense two-year drought, 54,000 people applied for between 8,000 and 10,000 homesteads. Applicants registered at sites in Chamberlain, Dallas, Gregory and Rapid City. A drawing of lots in October 1911 determined the winners.

Main Street in the town of White River. Photo by Stephen Gassman.

Anna Waltz and her husband, Pierce, were not among the winners. But about a year later, she was notified that another family had relinquished a homestead along Pine Creek, about 10 miles west of the town of White River. Waltz’s husband was a Baptist missionary, which meant he was away from home for extended periods of time. The couple had also recently welcomed a daughter, Dorothy. Anna knew the requirements of homesteading meant living on the land until “proving up.” The prospects of doing it largely on her own while caring for an infant seemed daunting, but, she later recalled, “somehow I felt the urge to finish what I had started out to do.”

Many of her neighbors lived miles away, but her in-laws, George and Ruth Waltz, lived in the same section. They devised a system of communication that involved raising flags. If Anna was in trouble, needed to go to town or was running low on water, she would raise a flag and hope George or Ruth noticed.

Anna’s first night in her 14-by-24-foot soddie exposed her to the frightening sounds of the open plains. “I loosened my braids and was brushing my hair when, just outside the door, there was a terrible wail that almost froze my blood,” she recalled. “I sat down on a chair close by and felt limp. I could hear my heard beating loudly. I kept very still for a few minutes. Then, off in the distance, I heard an answering howl and wail that was not new to me and realized that it was coyotes. I had never heard them quite so close before. … It kept up on into the night, and I kept sitting up on into the night.” George later told her the sounds likely came from Coyote Butte, a popular hangout for the animals not far from Anna’s house.

Slowly, she adapted to life on the prairie. She, George and Ruth took occasional trips into White River to collect mail and do some shopping. She traveled to the creek to haul barrels of water back to the soddie and got to know her neighbors at picnics.

The White River's milky water is due to sediments it carries from the Badlands.

Anna Waltz’s capabilities and endurance were surely tested and she succeeded, as did several other early settlers in Mellette County. Their descendants are still there, ranching or working in the town of White River, which has grown to nearly 600 people. It’s the county seat and largest town for many miles. Smaller hamlets like Red Wing, Gate Way, Texsam and Cody popped up during the homesteading era and vanished almost as quickly, but White River is a survivor. The county historical society has bought and restored three adjoining downtown buildings and created a museum, library and meeting space.

The museum has memorabilia from Tom Berry, a charismatic local cowboy who was compared to Will Rogers. Berry was governor during the Depression. He had many quips, including this: “the most dangerous weapon is a cocked tongue.”

You could spend a day exploring the geography and geology of Mellette County beginning with the White River, which flows easterly from the Badlands to the Missouri River. The river valley is resplendent with cottonwood yellows in autumn, but the water is also known for its coloration, due to high sedimentation from the nearby Badlands. The river valley is cut from gray and black Pierre shale, but the water is milky white. A good viewing area is at the river’s juncture with Highway 83 (between Murdo and the town of White River).

Straight east of White River (the town) are the Little Badlands, a miniature version of the grand national park found to the west. You can see several buttes — including Coyote Butte, the source of Anna Waltz’s fear in 1912 — and another feature called The Devil’s Backbone, a spiny range of mini-mountains between Norris and Cedar Butte. Over a century ago, this was the Great American Desert, land on which no one was expected to survive. But as Anna Waltz and other pioneers showed, there was — and continues to be — a “strange fascination” with Mellette County.

Editor’s Note: This is the 19th installment in an ongoing series featuring South Dakota’s 66 counties. Click here for previous articles.

Comments

10:57 am - Wed, February 10 2016
Carolyn Reed (nee Carr) said:
I grew up on Pine Creek about 10 miles west of the town of White River. Do you know, more specifically, where Anna Waltz homesteaded?

I really enjoyed this article!

Carolyn Carr Reed
05:28 am - Thu, February 11 2016
Carla Bak said:
Love the article.... My grandfather, Louie Krogman, had a homestead 10 miles south of White River ... and still remains the Krogman Ranch today. I have many fond memories of Mellete County..... My Grandpa Louie wrote me a letter when I was in the 7th grade. reading it, gave me fascinating insight to that part of history. When he first came by covered wagon, at the age of 14, driving several head of cattle to his new homestead.... He also talk about The cowboys of his day (1920's on).... and how they would ride broncs across the open prairie with nothing to stop them, before Rodeo became an established event. They would ride until they were bucked off or the horse was worn down. Sometimes the horse would just take off running wide open across the prairie.

Anyway my grandpa was a great story teller.... if you are interested I would love to send you a copy of this letter, in hopes that you will publish it and share it. ... Just let me know...

Carla Bak
10:29 am - Thu, February 11 2016
Alison Edwards Moeller said:
I grew up on the Edwards ranch & my husband Doug on the Moeller place(s), it definitely was as described HARD in more ways.
10:29 am - Thu, February 11 2016
Alison Edwards Moeller said:
I grew up on the Edwards ranch & my husband Doug on the Moeller place(s), it definitely was as described HARD in more ways.
10:04 pm - Sun, February 14 2016
Jerry Fisher said:
I spent many wonderful summers with my grandmother in White River back in the 1970s and early 1980s when she still lived there.

Wynona & Bud Fisher lived next to the school. Bud was the sheriff while Wynona was the county treasurer. My father grew up and went to school in White River. Somewhere I still have one of his high school annuals.

After Dad went to serve in Vietnam, he got married to my mother and I eventually came along. Unfortunately, I was very young and have almost no memories of Bud as he died when I was three years old. That would have been in 1974. Just four years later Dad died and we brought him home from Texas to lay him to rest near Bud in 1978. I remember that January was fearsome for the blizzards that shrieked across the open plains!

Wynona lived on by herself with her black poodle Spooky in their home until the early 1980s. She decided to sell her house and move to Alpena to be closer to her sister. Wynona died in 1987 and was laid to rest between Dad and Bud.

I didn't go back to White River until 2012 when I went with a friend to see his parents who live at the Valburg Ranch. I'd forgotten how peaceful and beautiful the country is out there along the White River. The White River Cemetery overlooks the White River and my family have a great spot near the west edge with a panoramic sweep of the western horizon.

White River was so good to my family. Thank you for the wonderful trip down memory lane.

Jerry Fisher
08:00 am - Mon, March 7 2016
Stew Magnuson said:
FYI: White River Country and Highway 83 and the Book The Last American Highway: A Journey Through Time Down U.S. Route 83 will be featured April 7 on South Dakota Public Television's Dakota Life show! The segment will feature Hwy 83 from Murdo down to Mission.
07:54 am - Tue, March 8 2016
Richard Carr said:
The article brings back fascinating memories of my life along Pine Creek in Mellette County....I recently wrote a book on the subject.

01:19 pm - Tue, March 8 2016
June Endes Land said:
I thoroughly enjoyed reading about White River and Mellette County. The article was great and the comments also brought back fond memories.

I well remember picking buffalo berries, chokecherries, wild plums, and wild grapes as we were growing up.

I remember (sort of) the winter of 1949. I recall an airplane flying by overhead dropping mail down to rural residents. There was a sea of snowdrifts all around. If any neighbor could make it to town, they kindly brought staples back for the neighbors who couldn't make it.

My siblings and I went to Cody Grade School before attending White River High. Cody Grade was named after Cody Sinning, a kind neighbor living north of our place. I have good memories of Cody & Alice Sinning and all of our wonderful rural neighbors.
04:59 am - Sun, March 13 2016
Bruce Tucker said:
My brother coached football in Onida, back in the Sixties & they played White River, in 8-man football.
The White River looks like a nice canoe tripping river, other than western South Dakota winds. Has anyone floated it?
06:52 am - Thu, June 2 2016
Ed and Susan Krogman said:
This is what we get to enjoy every single day. We live along the Little White River west and south of town. We have lived here for over 30 years and we love it. It's our little piece of heaven and our sanctuary. Beautiful!
10:49 pm - Mon, February 25 2019
Helen Wussow said:
My mother was Eleanor Dolezal Wussow. Her parents, my grandparents, Max and Anna Dolezal lived east of White River. All of their 4 children graduated from White River High School. My Uncle John served as an enlisted man in WWII and fought in the European Arena. My aunt, Ann Marie, was a nurse and died in the US Arena. My Uncle Bill served in the Korean War.

My mother, Eleanor, went to Chadron State Teachers' College in Nebraska and taught in Wood. She went on to be a successful business woman in MN.

I spent summers on the ranch just east of White River. I loved the hills and the buttes, especially since I came from the flatlands of the Red River Valley near Fargo. I loved being with my Czech grandmother and learning how to cross-stitch from her. I loved hearing the swooping and booming of the nightjars' wings at dusk and the call of the meadowlarks in the morning.

My life is full of joyful and rich memories. I love White River and the land of South Dakota, despite coming from what someone told me was the "fat land with fat people" near Fargo. But I have to say that I could feel the anger around White River, an anger that involves both white settlers and Native Americans, but in multi-faceted and complex ways. By writing this, I want to honor my Dolezal family and honor all of my many relations in the area, including my aunt, Ann Marie, whose uniform is in the White River Museum. Thank you, Helen Wussow
05:52 pm - Wed, May 13 2020
Anita Barrett said:
Last of four children of William and Jean (Sinning) Kary, I had a happy and exciting childhood on a Mellette County ranch by Norris, SD. This was fun to read and I applaud both sets of grand and great grandparents who homesteaded this wonderful but harsh land. Loved all the comments! I too had a "life full of joyful and rich memories"! I waded in the White River, picked chokecherries, rode ponies bareback and went to an one room county school as a child. The winters were brutally cold, early March 1966 we had a snow so bad you walked on the snowbanks to step on top of telephone poles. It took until May to melt off! Fast food was killing a couple of chicken for lunch when the relatives came unexpectedly - well we didn't have a phone until 1975 in western Mellete County out on the ranch - so they were always unexpected but we always stopped and had great visits. I was confused when I went to my fiances' family in Kansas and no one stopped to visit. Life was hard but sweet as a kid - we didn't know any better. Later, I moved to KS and realized how incredibly tough SD life was! I went to college with Pell grants and was out horseback riding with my brother Brant on spring break. We saw a half grown rattlesnake and he got off his horse and killed it lighting fast with his boot heel. I realized I had gone a long way in both distance and time from the ranch is just a few years! GRIT is the number one character trait that Harvard Business School found to be the key to success! It is true! And we South Dakotan's have it in spades! Look me up on Facebook - love to visit.
07:11 pm - Thu, May 2 2024
ward mcgowan said:
Great information. I'm looking foe evidence and info on the Smith Ranch in the 1880's. My grandfather was foreman of the big mid winter round-up 1904.

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