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1880-1890
"The giant steel railroad net, falling over the United States, pulling in large and small communities alike, would soon be steeling its way into the Magic Circle in the form of the Oregon Short Line.
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Shoshone had been selected as the stopping place to build the shops, and it was the first spot, since leaving Granger, Wyoming, that the Oregon Short Line would be building permanent railroad shops. Work started in 1882 on a large water tank for the steam engines, a round house, machine shops, blacksmith shops and everything else needed for the railroad.
The Shoshone business district erupted on both sides of the new railroad right-of-way, and the town popped up, around, and about.
They came from all directions—good guys, bad guys, railroaders, gamblers, rascals, ruffians, rapscallions, and lawyers—all milling around in the mud or dust, prattling and glabbering, drinking, carousing, making friends, enemies, and deals.
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The hub-bub never stopped. Lot jumpers were numerous, bad whisky unlimited, saloons on every corner, guns fired at all hours, 10 to 15 arrests a day—and they just 'threw the crooks into jail'—literally. The jail was a hole in the ground with a shotgun up top.
A two-page weekly newspaper called 'The Rustler' was soon circulating news and ads. Crude boarding tents and rooming houses appeared out of nowhere. Endless lines of heavily laden wagons filled with all kinds of building material inched their way through the streets, fired along by scorching blasts of hair-raising profanity from the teamsters.
As the railroad grading and construction camps moved closer to the town, big payrolls came with them, and plenty of money changed hands. Every nationality was present among those itinerate railroad laborers, called 'boomers', and the contractors had to keep tight control with 'pick handle authority'.
Working on the railroad was hard manual labor demanding great muscle and stamina, and those who stayed with it were so tough that even after a ten-hour work day, they were still wound up enough to 'rassle' and wrangle, punch, box, hit, and be mean. Scores of men, who were given passage to the job, would work one day, pull the pin, and keep right on going. It was just too rugged for most of them.
It was often said by those who knew, that of all the mining towns, cow camps, boom towns, and railroad camps in the West, Shoshone was the toughest of them all. Stabbings and shootings were common. Not one 'respectable' woman in town. Wild carryings-on round-the-clock, and the gambling dens threw away the keys. Twenty-two saloons served customers day and night.
Out in the sagebrush on the outskirts of town, lay a crude, lumpy, unkempt cemetery, and it was told far and wide that every man in it died a violent death—except one—who got drunk and fell in the river and drowned!
The main man in Shoshone at that time, was a slick dude named 'Pinkston', owner and operator of a two-story saloon appropriately named 'Pink's Place'. It had a bar, Wheel-of-Fortune, Faro, and Stud Poker tables, fallen women upstairs, and men fallin' downstairs. Pink was the Godfather of the local Mafia in charge of vice, villany, foul play, double dealing, and corruption. He was a natty dresser, always outfitted to the nines, and his looks were indeed startling—he had white, white skin, and black, black hair, and with a name like 'Pink', he was literally the most colorful character around. But nobody made fun of Pink—he was the top dog, and he was IN CHARGE. Mention is made of 'Pink's Woman', but no clarification as to their legal relationship. Some thought she was his wife, while others....? Nobody dared ask. She was just 'Pink's Woman'.
Shoshone was not all bad, however. There were representatives of the United States Department of Justice and Interior on hand, and also a goodly number of Secret Service men employed by the Union Pacific railroad. They all kept a low profile, though, and nobody bothered them much." Source: Excerpted from Idaho and the Magic Circle, How They Came to Be, by Betty M. Bever, Caxton Printers, Caldwell, ID, 2000, pp. 114-116—Editor.
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