Meet James O. Pattie in this Mountain Man Classic. Published more than a century and a half ago, Pattie’s narrative is a unique look at life in the untamed Southwest and California. Told in a vivid first-person account, it is the exciting story of a young man discovering a brand new kind of life.
This is the autobiography of a man who traveled through early California and the Southwest in the 1800’s. How did we find the story of James O. Pattie? Through a remarkable stroke of luck.
An anonymous traveler passed through Cincinnati one day in 1830, and the local newspaper carried a story about him. The man was identified only as “a passenger who arrived yesterday from Vera Cruz,” and the story contained a few of the man’s vague, political comments about Mexico.
Had they taken the time to interview him, his stories would have filled an entire newspaper. His name was James O. Pattie, and he had just returned from wandering in the almost unknown territory between the Mississippi River and the Pacific Ocean.
But, at a bookstore on Main Street, the owner Timothy Flint, was interested in Pattie’s stories. Flint, once a missionary and minister, had given up religion in favor of writing, editing, and bookselling. By 1830 Flint was a well-known author, and he was particularly interested in the West.
Josiah Johnston, the US senator from Louisiana, shared that interest and he had arrived in Cincinnati just the day before.
One month before landing in Cincinnati, Pattie was on his way home from California by way of Mexico. He was so broke that he couldn’t keep going upriver to Kentucky. Senator Johnston heard of Pattie’s trouble, and offered to pay his fare on the same steamboat he was taking to Cincinnati.
Once there, the senator introduced young Mr. Pattie to the bookstore owner and writer, Timothy Flint. Pattie sailed back home to Augusta, Kentucky, but one year later he went back to Cincinnati and the bookstore. Work began on this narrative, and was published one year later.
Here you have the first-hand account of a daring and brash young man who set off into the unknown and brought back a treasure chest of tales.
General Editor of Mountain Man Classics, Win Blevins, has received the Owen Wister Award for lifetime achievement in writing about the West. He has also been inducted into the Western Writer’s Hall of Fame.
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In June of 1824 James Ohio Pattie, then in his early 20’s, left Kentucky with his father, Sylvester, and headed west. They reached Taos, New Mexico, traveled down the Rio Grande, fought with Indians, rescued two white women who had been captured by Comanches, crossed over the Mogollon Mountains (they had to eat one of their horses; later they had to eat their dogs also), and for a while ran a mine and fought more Indians for the Mexicans near Silver City.
In southern New Mexico, a party of French trappers, against Pattie’s advice, consorted with the wrong Indians and they were massacred, their body parts strewn around the Indian village. The Patties, and thirty others joined together, “under a genuine American leader, who could be “entirely relied on” to take revenge on the village:
“Two of our men were then ordered to show themselves on the top of the bank. They were immediately discovered by the Indians, who considered them, I imagine, a couple of the Frenchmen that they had failed to kill. They raised the yell, and ran towards the two persons, who instantly dropped down under the bank. There must have been 200 in pursuit…We allowed them to approach within 20 yards, when we gave them our fire. They commenced a precipitate retreat, we loading and firing as fast as was in our power…In less than ten minutes, the village was so completely evacuated, that not a human being was to be found, save one poor old blind and deaf Indian, who sat eating his mush as unconcernedly as if all had been tranquil in the village. We did not molest him.”
After the battle and some similar adventures, the Patties resumed trapping and followed the Gila west to Yuma, trapping beaver and fighting with more Indians, and then crossed the California desert, reaching San Diego in March of 1828.
In San Diego, the Patties and their American companions were promptly arrested by Governor Echeandia, who confiscated their fortune in furs and threw the men in jail. There they languished, and the elder Pattie died. Ever resourceful, young James struck up a romance with a woman of high station. He recuperated under her care, and began working part-time from jail as a translator for the governor.
Finally, news reached the governor of a smallpox epidemic in the north. Rather fortuitously (ahem), Pattie had a quantity of smallpox vaccine with him. He made a deal with the governor: his own and his companions’ freedom in exchange for vaccinating the populace. During his six month trip up the coast from San Diego to Fort Ross, just north of today’s San Francisco, Pattie claims to have vaccinated nearly 22,000 Mexicans, missionaries, Indians, and settlers.
Pattie found it hard to stay out of trouble, however. In Monterey he joined a revolt against the governor, but then switched sides again. The governor (either grateful or just hoping to get rid of him) finally gave Pattie a passport to Mexico City, where Pattie met with officials and tried to obtain restitution for his jail time and lost furs.
In 1830 Pattie sailed for New Orleans, arriving home again in August, six years after he and his father had headed West. He dictated his story to newspaperman Timothy Flint, and the book came out a year later. History loses track of Pattie after that. He probably died in a cholera epidemic that began near Augusta, Kentucky, in June 1833. But we will always have The Personal Narrative of James O. Pattie.