It All Happened In Tombstone Item Type text; Article Authors Clum, John P. Publisher Arizona State Historian (Phoenix, AZ) Journal Arizona Historical Review Rights This content is in the public domain. Download date 30/09/2021 14:25:16 Link to Item http://hdl.handle.net/10150/623405 It All Happened in Tombstone By JOHN P. CLUM (Copyright, 1929) "Hello Ike! Any new war ?" was my very cheerful and in- nocent salutation. Ike gave me a swift glance and carelessly re- plied, "Oh, nothing in particular." Ike Clanton was standing at the southeast corner of Fourth and Fremont streets with a Win- chester rifle in his hands and conversing in low tones with one of his pals. It was about noon on October 26, 1881. The day was bright and the air crisp. Tombstone was approaching the peak of its prosperity, and its cosimopolitan population of ten thous- and, or more, were busy with a multitude of affairs associated with widely varied lines of necessary, useful and orderly employ- ment. There was nothing to indicate that impending tragedy which is recalled by the recent death of Wyatt Earp. Virgil Earp was our Chief of Police, and two of his brothers —Wyatt and Morgan—were also living in Tombstone. I had just left my desk in the Epitaph office (on the north side of Fre- mont street just west of Fourth street) and was on my way to the Grand Hotel on Allen street for lunch. The Clanton family had lived in the Gila valley, not far from the eastern boundary of the Indian reservation, during the time I was in charge of the Apaches at San Carlos. I formed a casual acquaintance with several members of the Clanton clan at that time and had been on speaking terms with Ike ever since. Therefore, when I saw him standing on a busy corner of Tombstone at high noon, fondling a full-grown Winchester rifle, it is not remarkable that, as I passed, I called out pleasantly, "Hello Ike! Any new war?" The remarkable feature of the situation was that Ike actually was out on the war-path and was at that very moment seeking an opportunity to pot our valiant Chief of Police, and although I was mayor of the city, no hint of this serious situation had yet reached me. But Ike did not know that, and, obviously, he must have regarded my easy, off-hand salutation as a grim and. daring jest. I had not proceeded more than a half-dozen paces on Fourth street when I met Charlie Shibell, sheriff of Pima county, who had just come in from Tucson,—and in greeting Charlie I forgot all about Ike, who, however, passed on up Fourth street while I was asking the sheriff what news he had for the Epitaph. With- IT ALL HAPPENED IN TOMBSTONE 47 in a moment or two Virgil and Morgan Earp swung around the corner from Fremont street and walked swiftly past us on Fourth street,—each with his six-shooter in his hand. "What does that mean ?" asked Shibell eagerly. "Looks like real trouble," was my simple reply. A moment later the Chief of Po- lice had overtaken Clanton near the middle of the block and had arrested and disarmed him. Very soon I was in possession of the intimate details of the situation that had led up to Ike's arrest. In a recent stage rob- bery the strong box of Wells, Fargo & Company had been looted, and the express company had offered a substantial reward for the arrest of the robbers—" dead or alive." The suspects were rustlers whose whereabouts were known to Ike Clanton. Wyatt Earp, as Deputy U. S. Marshal, told Ike that if he would inform him (Wyatt) as to the whereabouts of the suspects so that he (Wyatt) could arrest them, that he (Ike) might have the reward. In this arrangement absolute secrecy was vital to Ike. Before the arrests could be effected an incident occurred which led Ike to believe that his part in the plot was either known to, or sus- pected by the local agent of the express company, and he, forth- with, blamed Wyatt for the jeopardy in which such knowledge of the plot would place him The facts were that the local ex- press agent knew that Wyatt was making efforts to arrest the suspected stage robbers, and he happened to see Wyatt talking with Ike. This was the limit of his information, but he had, with marvelously stupid indiscretion, while in a state of mellow in- toxication, very confidentially hinted to Ike that he would stand behind any arrangement that Ike and Wyatt might make. Wyatt assured Ike that the local express agent was merely guessing, but Ike was alarmed and enraged. He refused to be reconciled to the facts, and decided that the only way to settle the matter was to "shoot it out." The result was that on this particular morn- ing Ike had felt justified in announcing to some of his pals that it was his desperate purpose to sally forth with his trusty Win- chester and kill the first of the Earp trio he chanced to meet on the streets of Tombstone. The Chief of Police had found it neces- sary to remain on duty the greater part of the previous night, and was still resting at his home when Clanton started out on his man-hunt. As soon as Virgil was informed that some deadly bullets were being held in readiness to penetrate his person whenever he might appear in the heart of the city, he dressed hastily and with his brother Morgan, proceeded without hesita- tion to search out the asserted deadly bullets, with the result that Ike was arrested about 12 o'clock. 48 ARIZONA HISTORICAL REVIEW Inasmuch as Ike was on the streets hunting the Chief of Po- lice, with the announced intention of killing him on sight, the Chief of Police would have been justified in killing Ike on sight, but instead of taking advantage of that privilege, he simply ar- rested and disarmed Ike and took him before Judge Wallace, who assessed a fine of $25 for carrying concealed weapons—Ike hav- ing on a belt of cartridges and a six-shooter which were concealed under his coat. The arrest was made without bluster or particu- lar disturbance. The chief may have struck Ike as he seized Ike's rifle, but there was no struggle. Ike and his pal did not put up any fight, and they were not injured by the police. An hour later Billy Clanton—Ike's brother—and Frank and Tom McLowery rode into Tombstone. These fresh arrivals were joined by Billy Claybourne and the bunch held a confer- ence with Ike. Their attitude was decidedly warlike. They pur- chased some additional ammunition at Spangenberg's. The air was charged with rumors of an impending clash. It was decided that the Clantons and the McLowerys should be required to lay aside their arms until they were ready to leave the city, but these desperados determined they would not be disarmed. Thus the very serious situation resolved itself into a question of law and order. Was the police force of Tombstone to be bullied and cowed? What would the future hold for our citizens if it should be announced that the city government had proved too weak to resist an invasion of representatives of that lawless element which then had its temporary habitat in the country adjacent to Tomb- stone? These exceedingly vital questions were speedily and de- cisively answered. About two o'clock that afternoon our Chief of Police, Virgil Earp, accompanied by his two brothers, Wyatt and Morgan, and Doc Holliday, moved west on Fremont street. A few paces be- yond the Epitaph office they met the two Clantons and the two McLo werys and Billy Claybourne. The battle was short but swift. Frank and Tom McLowery and Billy Clanton were killed, and Virgil and Morgan Earp were wounded. I went to Arizona in 1874. My first visit to Tombstone was late in 1879. Early in 1880 I decided to establish the EPI- TAPH in that mining camp, and the first issue of that paper appeared on May 1, 1880. The first time I ever heard of the Earp brothers was in the early part of 1880 at the time City Marshal White was killed by Curly Bill. Wyatt Earp arrested Curly Bill and took him to VIRGIL EARP IN THE '80's IT ALL HAPPENED IN TOMBSTONE 49 Tucson. Wyatt was a deputy United States Marshal at that time and made the arrest in the course of his official duties. The regular election of the "Village of Tombstone" was held on January 4, 1881. Robert Eccleston and Mark P. Shaf- fer had been nominated for the office of mayor, but less than a week before the election Eccleston withdrew and my name was substituted. The votes for mayor totaled 697, of which Shaffer received 165 votes, and Clum 532 votes. A total of 688 votes were east for city marshal. The candi- dates were Ben Sippy and Howard Lee. Sippy was "our candi- date" and he received 502 votes, and Lee 186 votes. The total number of votes cast indicated that Tombstone was rapidly moving out of the "village" class, and the large majority of votes cast for Sippy and myself proved that we were on the popular side of local controversies. The councilmen elect- ed were George A. Pridham, J. A. Kelly, Godfrey Tribolet and Smith Grey.