The Rowdy Frontier in Icicle
A correspondent reports on the daily chaos and 'gun plays' defining the rough-and-tumble life in the settlement near Wenatchee.
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The ever-smiling Lars Karvey was down from Icicle Tuesday and pleasantly greeting his numerous friends of the valley. Mr. Karvey says that Icicle is a hot town, sure enough, second only to Wenatchee of last summer, but as this condition is a universal indication of prosperity and life in frontier circles, the people can well stand it. Fighting there is a demonstrative but not always a mirth-provoking pastime, eighteen being witnessed in a single day last week; some of them gun plays, but the most of them were plain, ordinary scraps. Bill Hog Ball declared himself the other day and added four fresh victories to his long list of scores won in the arena of pugilism, while several other noted characters have been on the rampage with more or less success.
“Fighting there is a demonstrative but not always a mirth-provoking pastime, eighteen being witnessed in a single day last week.”
While Icicle—near present-day Leavenworth—is now a quiet destination for hikers and tourists, in the 1890s it served as a classic boomtown outpost where the line between 'prosperity' and violent disorder was famously thin. The casual mention of eighteen fights in a single day highlights how the volatility of early resource-extraction settlements was often rebranded as simple 'growth' by local boosters.
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