Showing posts with label Western vernacular. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Western vernacular. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Squirrel can, wreck pan, and biscuit-shooter

Shortly after referring to the Dictionary of the American West  last week, I was shocked and saddened to read that the dictionary's author, Win Blevins, had passed. An award-winning writer known for his "mastery of western lore," Win will be missed. May his memory and his works live on. 

Once the Fourth of July feasting is done, it's time for the merrymakers to pick up their plates and stagger from the table to the squirrel can and from thence to the wreck pan.

Squirrel can and wreck pan are two cowboy slang terms that might come in handy for those in charge of the modern-day kitchen.

According to Win Blevins' Dictionary of the American West, a squirrel can is "a big can used by the camp cook for scraps." The same dictionary defines the wreck pan as "the tub for dirty dishes at the chuck wagon. Also called the wreck tub."

So, give your resident biscuit-shooter (aka "cook") a break, and do your bit to clean up after chowing down.

Please clean up after yourselves when you're done eating, boys.
Cowboys eating out on the range, chuck wagon in background 
Date 1880 (Library of Congress)

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Showdown

 In westerns of old, a showdown is often what follows a remark such as "Them's fightin' words, pardner." I'm guessing showdown predates the mythological rise of "The American West," but what do I know? (Not as much as I sometimes think I do!)

Time to check it out...

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Well, this is interesting! The Online Etymological Dictionary says showdown first popped up in 1873 as a poker-playing term:

...a slang term for the act of laying down the hands face-up, from show (v.) + down (adv.). Figurative sense of "final confrontation" is by 1904.

On the one hand (so to speak!), the term does seem to have arisen in the 19th-century American West On the other hand, calling a confrontation in the middle of main street before the turn of the 20th century a showdown probably isn't accurate.

I did find at least one written example of showdown in the "Draw, pardner!" sense in a 1895 book Second Book of Tales by Eugene Field, in a short story titled "The Wooing of Miss Woppit." I've included the snippet where it appears below, because the stilted Western vernacular is rather fun to read:


And finally, here's a little four-minute clip from  the 1958 movie Showdown at Boot Hill with Charles Bronson. This scene features, yep, a showdown... not on the street, but rather in a hotel restaurant. The end result (bad guy down, good guy standing) is about what you'd expect from a Western movie of this vintage. 

Enjoy!


Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Hobo

 A dear friend* suggested I tackle the word hobo for Slang-o-rama. Sounded good to me! The first thing I did was to search and see if I'd dealt with this word in the past. Turns out, hobo has appeared only once in all the many years my Silver Rush blog has been around: in 2009, when I was busy talking up the third book in my series, Leaden Skies, in this post about winter travel to Leadville in 1879.

So, let's give hobo the Slang-o-rama treatment....

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According to Online Etymology Dictionary (OED), hobo, meaning "a tramp," originated about 1889 in the U.S. West and is of unknown origin. The dictionary offered these possibilities:

Barnhart compares early 19c. English dialectal hawbuck "lout, clumsy fellow, country bumpkin." Or possibly from ho, boy, a workers' call on late 19c. western U.S. railroads.

I turned to the Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang by J.E. Lighter, and ho, boy, there's a looong entry for hobo, also with "origin unknown," adding that one plausible etymological suggestion is hoe-boy, "a hoehand," although it's not recorded by lexicographers. The Washington Post has a nice piece titled Where did the word 'hobo' come from? The article mentions the International Convention of Hoboes and notes that hobos were once such a big deal that they even had hobo colleges and a hobo newspaper.

Wow. So, one could get a degree in being a hobo? I wonder if there were advanced degrees as well...


Did hobo journalists go to hobo college? Hmmmm.
By Likely James Eads How - Hobo News 1918 or 1919, from the National Archives
eproduced in The damndest radical By Roger A. Bruns , Public Domain, Link


* A tip o' the hat to good friend and author Camille Minichino, for this Slang-o-rama suggestion.


Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: When the chips are down

When the chips are down....

.... the situation (according to Christine Ammer's The American Heritage Dictionary of Idioms) is urgent or desperate. Can  you guess how/when this phrase was coined?

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Apparently this expression comes from poker (of course!). When all the bets have been made, and the chips—representing money—are physically put down, the hand is over and the players turn up their cards to see who has won. Ammer dates the phrase to the late 1800s, which is a little too vague for me.

Idiom Origins pushes it even later, to the early 20th century. (Oh dear.)

Well, for a phrase that's tossed around a lot (and is even the title to a song from the Broadway musical Hadestown, which is currently on tour):

So, folks, that's all I've got for when the chips are down.

The chips are down... no going back now!
By Unknown author - http://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-faro.html [1], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7864393

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: You bet!

You bet! popped out of my mouth in enthusiastic agreement to something-or-other a few days ago. That set me to wondering when the phrase first arose, and if it had anything to do with gambling and so on. So, you guess: did I then start researching the phrase?

You bet!

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Here is what Dictionary.com has to say:

The slang bet appears to come from the everyday word bet, “a wager” or “to risk something of value.” By the 1850s, we were saying You bet! as an affirmative exclamation with the sense of “Indeed!” This expression has the underlying notion of You can bet that it is so or That’s a bet.

True West Magazine has a nice little article about this phrase, and Grammarphobia, which dives into the very colloquial You betcha indicates that You bet popped up in the U.S. and U.K. about the same time, providing "first use" citations from 1857 for both locations:

...The first British citation is from the novel Tom Brown’s School Days (1857), by Thomas Hughes: “What a bore that he’s got a study in this passage! Don’t you hear them now at supper in his den? Brandy punch going, I’ll bet.” ...  And here’s the earliest American citation: “I saw all the ‘boys,’ and distributed to them the papers and ‘you bet,’ they were in great demand” (from the Nov. 22, 1857, issue of the Phoenix, a short-lived newspaper in Sacramento)...

Grammarphobia goes on to list different U.S.-invented versions involving bet that popped up in the same general timeframe, such as “bet your life” (1852), “bet your old boots” (1856), and “bet his bottom dollar” (1866).

Do I find all these etymological details fascinating?

You bet!

In fact, you can bet your (old or new) boots!
Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Hold your horses


Well now, folks, just hang onto those reins and hold your horses.

That phrase sounds like something straight out of old Western movies, right? But horses have been around for a long time. Perhaps "holding" them goes waaaaay back and predates the Old West.

Well...
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... according to The Phrase Finder, to hold your horses, in the sense of "be patient," is indeed a phrase born in the USA, around 1844:
In keeping with its American origin, it originally was written as 'hold your hosses' and it appears in print that way many times from 1844 onwards. In Picayune (New Orleans) September 1844, we have: "Oh, hold your hosses, Squire. There's no use gettin' riled, no how."
If it appears in the newspapers in 1844, you know it was being said for some time before that.

The American Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer nudges it back to 1840, adding "This expression alludes to a driver making horses wait by holding the reins tightly."

Then there's Wikipedia being, well, Wikipedia, suggesting the origin could be earlier. Much earlier:
Literal meaning: comes from when in the 1600s when someone broke a law they would trample them with horses. The person in charge would say "Hold you horses" and then would tie the law breaker on to a piece of wood and lay him on the ground. Then the horses would come and trample him. 
Yikes!!

However, even Wikipedia goes with the first idiomatic use occurring in the US in the 1840s.

So, there you go. You may let your horses run free now.

Photo by Ivy Son from Pexels



Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Genre Hopping: Past, Present, and Future by Guest Author Michael A. Black

Please welcome back prolific guest author Michael A. Black. Michael is the author of 34 books and over 100 short stories and articles. A former Army Military Policeman, he entered civilian law enforcement and became a decorated police officer in the south suburbs of Chicago. He worked for over thirty-two years in various capacities including patrol supervisor, SWAT team leader, investigations and tactical operations before retiring in 2011.

Michael has a BA in English from Northern Illinois University and a MFA in fiction writing from Columbia College. In 2010 he was awarded the Cook County Medal of Merit by Cook County Sheriff Tom Dart. His Ron Shade series featuring the Chicago-based kickboxing private eye, has won several awards, as has his police procedural series featuring Frank Leal and Olivia Hart. He has written two novels with television star Richard Belzer and is writing The Executioner series under the name Don Pendleton. His current books are Blood Trails, the forthcoming Legends of the West, and his newest Executioner novels are Dying Art, Stealth Assassins, and Cold Fury. His novel Fatal Prescription won the Best Original Novel Scribe Award given by the International Media Tie-In Writers Association in 2018.

You can contact Michael at: DocAtlas108@aol.com 

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It has always been my goal as a writer to be published in as many different genres as I could, and recent events have worked out in my favor along these lines. Between October and December I’ll have hit three different genres, western, sci-fi, and thriller, with four published works.

On October 16th, my historical western, Legends of the West, was released by Five Star (Cengage Publishing). It’s based on an actual historical figure, Bass Reeves, who was a legendary lawman in the latter decades of the nineteenth century. I’ve long been fascinated by Reeves, who was born into slavery before the Civil War, and went on to become a United States Deputy Marshal. Reeves reported to the famous hanging judge, Isaac Parker, who was based in Fort Smith, Arkansas. During this period in our history the area that is now the state of Oklahoma was known as the Indian Territory. The various Native American Indians were relocated to this region and the territory was divided up between the various tribes. The area was policed by a group of Indian law enforcement officers known as the Lighthorse, but they only had authority to arrest other Native Americans. Consequently, the region became a haven for outlaws and Parker sent his band of federal marshals into the Indian Territory to enforce the law. Reeves was one of these men, and he would often take members of the Lighthorse with him on his missions. My story, while totally fictional, has Reeves squaring off against a limerick spouting outlaw who’s as fast with a gun as he is with a rhyme. I was able to pay homage to my late friend, David Walks as Bear, who was an expert on all things Native American. He was one of the smartest men I’ve ever known, and I gave him a role as Reeves’s Lighthorse companion. Legends of the West is available in hardcover.

Also in the western genre is Gunslinger: Killer’s Choice, which has an official release date of November 15th. It’s part of a series written under the name A.W. Hart and features fifteen-year-old twins, Connor and Abby Mack who roam the West under the guidance of wanted gunslinger, River Hicks. This gothic style western series has an intricate overall plot, but each novel in the series can be appreciated on its own. The two preceding novels, Gunslinger: Killer’s Chance and Gunslinger: Killer’s Fuse, introduce the characters and start them on their adventures. My entry has them rescuing a Chinese national from a lynching party, and coming into conflict with a power-hungry strongman who envisions himself as some sort of western royalty. The Chinese man is trying to rescue his fiancée from human smugglers, and the exploitation of the Chinese workers who built the western network of railroads in the late 1800’s is also touched upon. Gunslinger: Killer’s Choice is available in both e-book and trade paperback form.

In both of these books I tried to keep the writing historically accurate, while still embracing the traditional aspects of the western mythology upon which the western genre was built. I feel I’m in good standing to do so because famous western writer Zane Grey was purportedly a distant relative of mine.

 As I’m sure Ann would agree, writing something set in the past is always problematic. Not only did I have to do a lot of research on the time period, but language usage was also a challenge. Learning the terminology and slang terms of the era was a withering task, as was trying to come up with appropriate descriptions and metaphors. It made me realize how much has changed in today’s world, compared to a little over a hundred and fifty years or so.

I had an opportunity to leap from the past into the future when the opportunity to do a sci-fi novella arose. I set my story, “Hybrid,” in the “near future” where an alien presence has established a strange phenomenon in the African desert. The area has quickly been divided up by the major powers (The United States, China, France, England, etc.) and each is vying for acquisition of the nouveau riches the phenomenon offers. My novella is in an anthology called Star Noir, and I’m honored to be in the fine company of such well known writers as Gary Phillips, Mike Baron, Eric Beetner, O’Neil De Noux, and Jean Rabe, to name a few. The anthology was edited by Paul Bishop, whose work I’ve admired for years. Star Noir is available as an e-book.

And as the year draws to a close, I’ve been fortunate enough to have my eleventh novel in the Executioner series, Cold Fury, being released on War Against the Mafia. The protagonist, Mack Bolan, is a soldier who returns to the U.S. from Vietnam to find that his family has been destroyed by the mob. He then embarks on a campaign as an avenger, taking on the Outfit in various locations. Through the years Bolan evolved into an ageless hero who has now morphed into the American James Bond. My Executioner novel, Fatal Prescription, won the Best Original Novel Scribe Award in 2018 given by the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers. I am honored to be among the pantheon of writers who have worked on this series. Ironically, when I was in basic training in the army, the GI in the bunk above me was reading one of the Executioner books, and said he would give it to me when he was finished. We shipped out and I never got the book, but now all these years later, I’m writing them. Cold Fury is set in Seattle, Alaska, and Vancouver and has the redoubtable Mack Bolan battling some rogue Russians who are smuggling in a human cargo unknowingly infected with a new strain of bubonic plague. With over 500 books in this series, the publisher is now releasing them as e-books.
December 1st. The books are all written under the name of Don Pendleton, who created the series in 1969 with his novel,

I would like to thank Ann for her gracious offer to allow me be a guest on her blog. It brought back a lot of pleasant memories of our old Ladykiller blogging days.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: Absquatulate!


By special request from reader Liz (and yes, I take requests) I hearby designate the slang-o-rama term of the week to be absquatulate. (Say it five times fast. If you don't know how to pronounce it, check this Cambridge Dictionary link,where you can hear the word in both American and British English... how cool is that!)
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Americanisms, Old and New provides a vigorous definition, as well as noting the alternative spelling, absquotilate:
To run away; to decamp; with the more or less forcible idea of absconding in disgrace. A factitious word of American origin and jocular use, perhaps from Latin ab and American squat. It was first used by Mr. Hackett as Nimrod Wildfire, a Kentucky character in a play called "The Kentuckian," by Bernard, produced in 1833. It is now less often heard than formerly, having been replaced in some degree by the word skedaddle*.
The Online Etymology Dictionary adds a bit more (for instance, giving the full name of the mysterious playwright "Bernard"):
(1837)... [P]erhaps based on a mock-Latin negation of squat (v.) "to settle." Said to have been used on the London stage in in the lines of rough, bragging, comical American character "Nimrod Wildfire" in the play "The Kentuckian" as re-written by British author William B. Bernard, perhaps it was in James K. Paulding's American original, "The Lion of the West." Civil War slang established skedaddle in its place. Related: Absquatulated; absquatulating; absquatulation.
Curious as to when usage peaked for this word (I can't say I've heard anyone say it lately!), I turned to Ngram, which yielded the following graph:
It's interesting to note (well, okay, interesting to me), that the graph of absquatulate has two peaks: one in the early 1860s (which I more or less expected) and another from about 1930 to 1940 (which I did not expect). Why is that, do you think? I'm wondering if that latter bump might tie into the heyday of pulp Westerns. But since I'm not sure when that heyday was, this is just a guess.

World Wide Words also weighs in on the word, with this fascinating insight into the 1830s:
The 1830s — a period of great vigour and expansiveness in the US — was also a decade of inventiveness in language, featuring a fashion for word play, obscure abbreviations, fanciful coinages, and puns. Only a few inventions of that period have survived to our times, such as sockdologer, skedaddle and hornswoggle. Among those that haven’t lasted the distance were blustrification (the action of celebrating boisterously), goshbustified (excessively pleased and gratified), and dumfungled (used up).
Now, I'd better absquatulate. My latest Silver Rush work-in-progress is calling!


Time to mentally absquatulate... See you next week!
Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay
*Skedaddle being last week's slang-o-rama entry.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Wednesday's Random Slang-o-rama: When the usual four-letter words just aren't good enough


Sometimes a little cursing (or a lot) is in order, and the usual four-letter words (with an occasional five- or seven-letter word) just don't cut it. Well, don't despair, because this week's slang-o-rama is here to help you get creative with your swearing and insults!

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To my mind, Shakespeare wears the crown as the king of insult. Peruse his plays, and you'll see what I mean. Next time some politician gets your goat, try snarling "There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune." (Henry IV Part 1, Act 3, Scene 3) or "Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows." (Troilus and Cressida, Act 2, Scene 1) and see if you don't feel better!

There are also many random Shakespearean (or Elizabethian) insult generators.

Like the sound of  "Thou venomed guts-griping popinjay!"? Then I invite you to check out the Shakespearean Insulter.

How about "Thou are an ordinary maltworm!" For similar invectives, head over to Shakespeare's Insult Generator.

If you need multiple insults to choose from (or maybe just a whole bunch of folks you'd like to unload on), then there's the Elizabethan Curse Generator, where you can ask for any number of curses at one time... 10, 100, 1000... go for it! (I am particularly fond of "Thou craven plume-plucked jolthead!")

Have kids around, so want to "watch your language?" Then you might want to try something like the Fantasy Swear Word Generator, which throws out such marvels as "Shoodlepoppers!" "Friscuit!" and "Feeble pheasant!" 

This is all well and good, but what about my favorite timeframe, the 19th century West? Well, there are some dandy expressions that might come in handy, courtesy of this "Buddies in the Saddle" blog post, including "Go to Halifax!" (which apparently Scarlett said to Rhett in Gone with the Wind).

You can find some lovely expressions in the High Country News post "Rants from the Hill: How to Cuss in Western" (Note to self: find a place in latest book to accuse someone of being a "no count flannel mouth chiseling chuckleheaded gadabout coffee boiler.")

However, for a jaw-dropping horrific you'll-never-come-back-from-this-one curse, I think the The Great Monition of Cursing by Gavin Dunbar, the Archbishop of Glasgow on the border reivers of 1525 wins, hands down. You can read the entire curse (in the Scottish vernacular with "approximate" current-day English translation) here, starting on page 5. I'll have to say, it's a pretty comprehensive curse, putting all our puny, uncreative four-letter-word efforts to shame.


"Them's fightin' words, you gorbellied crook-pated clotpole!"
(Fedor Solntsev, Fist Fight, 1836)