--b. May 21, 1801 Pitt, Stokes Co., NC
--d. September 5, 1886 Red Rock, Bastrop Co., Texas
--m/1 Caroline Matilda FRAZIER
--abt 1820 probably Smith Co., TN
----b. 1802 Virginia
----d. December 6, 1867 Burnett Co., Texas
--m/2 Elizabeth MESCAL
--December 11, 1870 Burnett Co., Texas
--m/3 Mary EDWARDS
--January 13, 1878 Burnett Co., Texas
----b. 1815 Indiana
----d. after 1880 Texas
-ALLEN, Hugh-16A survey on Jones Fork of Caney Fork Begin E50P S50P W50P N50P Entry 309 24 Aug 1824. SCC Wm Austin & Hardy Allen.
Hugh Allen received a land grant in Red River Co, Texas-l2 or l600 acres, situated in Titus and Cass Counties. He came to Texas in l838 and lived in Bexar Co, Texas in l847 on "Cibolo Creek" sometimes called "Cibolo River" in old times. It forms the north Bexar County line near Selma.
RANDOL PAFFORD to THOMAS PAFFORD, $150, Hannah's Branch of Smith's Fork, it being the place where the old THOMAS PAFFORD now ilves adjoining HEZEKIAH DAVIS near R. PAFFORD's spring, adjoining CHARLES HILL, THOMAS LAWRENCE's southeast corner, head of Sugar Camp Hollow on conditional corner made by THOMAS LAWRENCE and BLAKELEY ALLEN, conditional corner made by HUGH ALLEN and LEWIS LAWRENCE, head of DAVIS' old field, 80 acres part of 100 acre tract that HEZEKIAH DAVIS has and part of a 100 acre tract made by WILLIAM WHITE.Witnesses: LEWIS LAWRENCE, THOMAS LAWRENCE
-Hezekiah Allen to Stephen Atnip for $250 200A Dist 10 Beg Henry Taylors E line..then line made by Hezekiah Allen decd & Hugh Allen includes where sd Allen now lives. 9 Aug 1849. Hezekiah Allen. Wit: J. Fuson & John Fuson Court 6 Jan 1851.
Hugh Allen 49, SC, farmer 1500 Caroline 48, VA James M 18, TN, student Hugh 16, TN Mary 14, TN Elizabeth 12, TX Daniel 10, TX Sarah 8, TX Rebecca 2, TX William Walters 28, KY, school teacher Emanuel Wiscovy 30, ?, ?
Hugh ALLEN Self M Male W 79 SC Farmer SC SC Mary ALLEN Wife M Female W 65 IN Keeping Hou
"He did not expect to live long. He was almost blind and crippled."
Marker Text: A native of Kentucky, Thomas S. Milligan (1810-1860) moved to this area in 1855 and operated a change station for the stage line. He was also a rancher and supplied beef to the soldiers at Fort Mason. Shortly after Mason County was organized in 1858 he became the first elected sheriff. Two years later he was killed by hostile Indians near his home (1.6 mi. NW). His grandson Allen Thomas Murray (1880-1929) became county sheriff in 1924 and like his grandfather died in the line of duty. He was killed by a bootlegger near this site in 1929. (1980)
Descendant Margee Shaffer writes:William Daniel 'Windy Bill' Allen was a cowboy who caught wild horses off the coast of Texas in a time of wild Indians. He rode the Chisholm Trail (and even helped write parts of the song of the same name) and he worked for the XIT brand, the largest cattle ranch in Texas at the time. In 1896 he came to Arizona and began to work in Graham County. He also worked at the mines as a freighter, hauling supplies to the mine.In 1880, Windy Bill Allen had over 1,000 acres of land in Balinger, Texas that he ranched. He decided that it wasn’t a very good piece of ground through. It seems that he had dug a 20 foot well, and he just couldn’t get good water....that danged old black oil kept coming up and floating on the top! There was nothin' for the cattle to drink.
Since he was a good “horse-trader,” Bill went into San Antonio and found a “real dumb SOB” as Bill later put it, and he sold that ranch to him. Many years later (in the 1920's, the people who owned that land put oil wells down and took out over $27 million worth of royalties off that same piece of land Windy Bill sold way back when. Oh, well, Windy Bill was a HORSE-TRADER, not a fortune teller. So, he lost out on that deal. Beside, what would Windy Bill have done with all that money? He might of got sophisticated or something, and quit telling his “Tall Tales”! That would have been a real loss to the old west!
One night returning to the XIT Ranch where he worked, Windy Bill stayed overnight with a rancher in the area. There was only one room in the house and it was a big family, so they all slept together on the floor. The next day, they asked if Bill could help them catch their mule. He felt that was the least he could do for the good meal and company, so he agreed. Bill was a tall skinny guy, so when he threw his loop and caught the mule, he decided he’d better wrap the rope around his withers too. Not a good idea. The mule took off, dragging Bill with him. Bill’s comment about the big run was “Forty years later, there were still bushes and cactus torn up there from me and that mule passing through!”
The following section from the Cochise Quarterly, Spring, 1984 and was written by Ann L. (Mulkey) Bright, John Bright's daughter-in-law sometime around 1949 .
Windy Bill was mining in Aravaipa Canyon, located in the lonely country west of Willcox, in the snow-capped Graham Mountains. Minnie knew her brother, William Allen, was living in the mountains somewhere near the tiny town of Willcox. After they finally arrived in Willcox Minnie’s husband, John Bright, began his search for Windy Bill. No one he talked to had ever been to Bill's place but several of the old timers knew of Bill and they advised John to wait in Willcox until Bill came into town for supplies as he usually did every three months or so.After two weeks had passed John ran into a cousin of his by the name of Will Wooten. After long hours of talking about what John was going to do while waiting for Bill to come into town, the two men decided to start a small freighting operation to carry supplies to the outlying ranches and mines. They bought horses, wagons, and supplies they needed to start the new business. The only trouble was that there were no roads to speak of in the entire country, so the hauls were long and hard on both men and horses. They finally got a load of goods for a mine up in Aravaipa Canyon and on their first trip, John found Bill Allen. Several months later Bill talked John into giving up his freight business. Both Will Wooten and John were discouraged with the long hard hauls, just making a bare living, and both were willing to give up the operation when Bill offered to form a freight line using mules to haul the loads. It wasn't long before they had a regular route laid out to most of the mines in that part of the country. Supplies came into Willcox by rail and were loaded on mules to be taken to places found sometimes on the very top of the rugged Galiuro Mountains. The cost of those dear supplies was very high by the time they reached their destinations.
The Territory was new and untamed and every man had to keep an eye out for Apache Indians, although the tribes had all been captured and placed on a reservation at San Carlos a few miles away. They were still rebellious and troublesome and every once in a while a group of young warriors would break out, steal horses, and go on the war path, killing ranchers and any white men in their path until they were caught or killed themselves. The Indians were not the only danger at that time; there were many mountain lions and bears that did not take kindly to being disturbed. John finally moved his family to a small settlement in the Galiuro Mountains so they would be near him at least part of the time.
Every trip had some adventure. There was one time when his mules were plodding quietly down a narrow, rocky trail high in the mountains and one of his mules, loaded with four cases of dynamite, slipped and fell over a fifteen toot cliff. John and Bill, expecting a huge explosion, hit the dirt as fast as they could, hoping the explosion would pass over their heads. They waited a few minutes, and when no explosion came, they crawled over to look. Way down below was the mule stuck in the middle of a thick manzanita bush. His pack lay on a flat not far away and neither the pack nor the mule was hurt too much. Soon they were on their way again.
A few weeks later, as John and Bill came down that trail, the mules began to act nervous, rolling their eyes and snorting as they watched the trail ahead. The two men could see nothing wrong, but having worked with animals all their lives, they could tell that something was definitely wrong up ahead. They tied the lead mule to a tree and rode their horses up the trail to find the trouble. They soon spied a huge mountain lion, lying motionless on an overhanging bluff, waiting for the mules to come along the trail and pass beneath him. Since a full grown mountain lion is nothing to play with, John pulled his rifle from his saddle scabbard and dismounted to get a better shot, He handed Bill the reins to hold his horse as no one could expect a nervous horse to stay put with a lion so near. John angled around until he could get a clear shot and fired. The big lion leapt straight up into the air and with a mighty roar, came tumbling down the face of the cliff. He landed in the trail about twenty feet from John who, not knowing if the lion was dead or injured, whirled around and reached for his horse intending to put a little distance between himself and that lion, but one quick look told him that his horse was no long there! When the lion feel into the trail, Bill’s horse had bolted, and Bill, forgetting he held John’s horse, didn’t let go of the reins. As soon as John realized he still had his rifle, he felt better. After a minute or two, the lion still hadn’t moved, so John walked cautiously over to see where he had shot him. The shot had taken the lion right between the eyes and he was very, very dead
Once, while cowboying in Arizona Windy Bill stopped to see an old friend. the man had one leg shorter than the other, so he walked with a limp. He owned a livery stable and a four room hotel. It was awfully cold, so miners from around the Willcox area would go to the bar as early in the mornings as possible to keep warm. That night, Windy Bill stayed with the owner, Crip Gilispie and when it was about 4:00 A.M. Bill got up and wanted Crip to come down for coffee. Crip wanted to sleep, so Bill put on the only pair of pants he could find in the dark. They were Crip's and Crip was much shorter but Bill's boots covered them up so he kept on going downstairs. He reached in the pockets, and low and behold--a $10 bill.... (that was a lot of money) So, he went down to the bar and there were four or five other men there and Bill offered to buy them all drinks (drinks were about 5 cents a piece) They visited and drank for awhile. Bill said he wasn't rich but that he had about 2,000 head of cattle (not true of course but the other men thought he must be a cattle baron.) He set them up another time or two. And then told them that for some reason he had picked up a mortal enemy though and just didn't know what to do about it... and he mentioned the guy was sort of short, wore his pants too long, and walked with a decided limp. In the meantime about 5: 30 A.M. Crip Gilispie woke up and discovered that Windy Bill was gone, as was Crip's pants and his $10 bill. He hurriedly put on Windy Bill’s pants, which were too long and went downstairs. When Crip came though the door, Bill looked up and yelled to the other men he had been buying drinks for (with Crip’s money)–"that’s him boys!" All five guys hit Crip at the same time! (As Windy Bill stood by watching and laughing.) Windy Bill did pay him back, but it was over two years before Crip would speak to him again.
Another story went something like this. One day Windy Bill, was working on a dude ranch and he was in the corral with a big bull .One of the women dudes yelled at him, "watch out Mr. Allen–that bull is going to charge you!" Bill (about 6'5" tall) said "Shucks Ma’am--if he charges, I'll put one leg up around my neck, and he'll think I clumb a tree!
Windy Bill came to Arizona in 1898 and his wife, Lucinda (Tarver) followed him in 1900. At that time he was running the pack mules with his Uncle Bill Wootan. Bill and Cindy set up a ranch in the Galiuro Mountains. The Galiuro Mountains are very rugged, and lie to the West of Willcox, Arizona.
In 1904 Windy Bill was working for the J and P Ranch. One day, as he rode in from the San Pedro River towards the ranch headquarters, he saw a silver-tipped grizzly bear down in the valley. There were quite a few grizzly bears in Arizona up until 1935, but the ranchers put bounties on their hides (the bounty was on when this story takes place, in fact.) The last grizzly was killed in Arizona in 1935, and like all other states except those taken up by the Yellowstone area and Alaska, have never been reinstate. Windy bill decided that since he didn’t have a weapon, he would just go down and rope it. This was a favorite game of the cowboys at the time.
And that is just exactly what he did. But a bear has sharp teeth and long sharp claws or fingers as some call them, and it bit right through the rope, and took out after Windy Bill. Bill’s horse was moving out, but the bear got close enough that it still ripped off part of the horses’s tail.
When he got away, Bill went back to the ranch and got the owner, Homer Wilkerson, and armed well this time, they both went out for the bear. The jumped the bear again about two or three miles from where bill had seen him the last time. The bear was still mad and grizzlies have a bad reputation for stalking its antagonizer, so perhaps that was what he was doing...more likely though, it was a young bear, and not that mean yet.
Homer decided to get off his horse for a better shot, but Bill was spooked. He told Homer “I’m a little bit better acquainted with that bear than you are, so here’s a little free advice–Stay on your horse and take your shot from here!” Good advice, since the bear charged and if the shot had not been good, they would have been in big trouble. But, Homer shot several times and killed the bear. They then approached it cautiously, and pumped another shot into its ear for good measure. They skinned it for the bounty, butchered it for the meat and loaded up the meat and took both to Willcox and sold everything except a little of the meat for their own families. It was all told, a very profitable afternoon, after all.
Windy Bill and Cindy were still living on the O.T. ranch when Emma Mae was born. From there sometime between1905 or 1907 they moved to the "Boone" place near the San Pedro river. The Boone place was located on the at the "Y" of the Cascabel Road where "Three Links" road takes off for Willcox (see Cascabel Road map).
They had sent their oldest child, Minnie Margaret over to Gleeson to live with her Aunt Minnie Allen Bright to attend school.
All of their neighbors were Mexican along the San Pedro River, and there was no school. However the family missed Minnie so much that Windy Bill decided to build a school. Windy Bill and Bill went around to all of his neighbors and made a deal with them... he would buy the supplies to build with if they would do the work of building a schoolhouse. The families agreed, Windy Bill put up the $75 which was commendable on his $40 a month job. The Mexicans built a nice adobe schoolhouse, dug a well, and set up an outhouse. Then they all share in the cost of the teacher’s wages of $75 a month.
A bucket hung at the well to be lowered for water, and there was a single dipper for all of the children to drink from. The school was warmed by a wood stove. The school was named Apodaca after one of the prominent Mexican families in the area.
Windy Bill was good with his kids, but he loved to tease them and play tricks on them (and everyone else.) When Emma Mae was small, he told her he’d give her a quarter if she could keep their pig’s tail straight. Quarters were hard to come by, and could mean a lot of candy in town so she often gave it a try. To the glee of all, she would tackle the pig, grab it’s tail and try to straighten it. Then the pig would get away–all except for the tail which she was holding on to tightly– and round and round the pig pen they would go. But, when she let go, that thing kinked back up again. Perhaps they should have given her the quarter just for the entertainment she provided.
On October 24, 1929 the Great Depression hit. Windy Bill didn’t have much money ($200) but it was all in the Cochise County Bank over in Benson. The day the stock market fell and the bottom dropped out of everything, most bank went broke. If Bill had banked with Valley National Bank he would have been okay, as it was one of the few banks in the country that made out okay, but he didn’t.
He was over in Benson the day after that happened or the next, hoping to get his money out. They had no doubt heard it on the radio, as the radio was the number one home entertainment then. The bank closed, and everyone banking there lost all of their money. The owner and his wife came out and told them “Folks, we’re broke, and we can’t give a cent.” (Meaning, they had given all the money out to those who had rushed them and they had no more money on hand, and since F.D.I.C. didn’t come in until after, and as a result of the Depression, no one’s money was guaranteed.)
Windy Bill turned to the folks looking very forlorn, some of whom had large amounts of money banked there and said “I’ll tell you what boys, economically we are ALL equals now! There ain’t nothin’ we can do about this, so let’s all go home and go to work!” Sound advice since there was nothing they could do about it.
Windy Bill moved his family several times, buying and selling as they went. They were never well-to-do, but they had a lot of laughs, a lot of love, and they learned how to be responsible and roll with the punches. When you don’t have much, you don’t expect much!
Windy Bill and Cindy bought the old “Craig place” somewhere around 1920 in the Rincon mountains which then became the “Allen Ranch.” Cindy moved to Tucson so the children could go to school and only went to the ranch occasionally after that. Dan and Elizabeth bought that ranch and added the portion that they homesteaded in Paige Canyon.
Any old photos for any of these these descendants would be greatly appreciated. Please send to
Ann (Jobe) Brown