The Rambunctious Nomenclature of Calamity Jane

Updated: Feb 23

Puxton Mill, 15th January 1900.

My Dearest, A trophy of a huge bison takes pride of place in the Great Hall of Puxton Manor. Shot by my beloved husband the Major in 1872. The guide that day has since become a legend of that period in a time now called the ‘Wild West’. We had travelled for many days to call upon an acquaintance of the Major, Captain Egan. He was based at a post called Goose Creek, Wyoming, where the town of Sheridan I believe is now located. Captain Egan introduced us to Jane: a woman of rough appearance yet kind courtesy and measured dilemma; suggested as our guide.

The good Major, ever aware of his duty to me and ever thoughtful of my safety, interviewed Jane over the course of our first evening at the post. Only returning to our quarters when he had explored every avenue of probing pertinent to the well- being of our planned outing. Bless the Major and his memory but the next evening he excused his company for the pressing matter of further demands he wished to put before Jane. Bless his dear memory. Our hunting trip was most successful and I was in no doubt as to the professional nature of our guide. Upon the return journey to the post, when we were but a mile from our destination, a number of mounted warriors descended upon us with a frightening fervour. I remember the magnificence of these half- naked braves; glistening with the energy of such exertion in the late afternoon sun.

Never heard from Again

Jane bade us shelter in a dried riverbed which afforded a wonderful view of the unfolding action. A brave could have swept me away at any minute and ravished me. I had heard this had happened to other gentlewomen; none of them ever heard from again. There then came the sound of a solitary bugle and the sharp report of rifle fire. The good Captain at the head of his troopers was riding to our rescue. Quite distracted by the withdrawal of those sun kissed warrior braves I mounted my horse and spurred my mount forward,

calling after the warriors in a most animated way.

A particularly fine savage, with a wonderful eagle feathered headdress and blazing eyes responded to my calls with an arrow shot. And had not my horse stumbled the arrow would have pierced my heart as truly as that of Cupid’s. The swift arrow brushed my cheek and tore past me only to bury itself deep in the thigh of the good Captain Egan, who was now close behind me.

Heroine of the Plains

Mounted and in pursuit, Jane saw Captain Egan was shot, reeling in his saddle and about to fall. She galloped with all haste to his side and arrived in time to catch him. She lifted him onto her mount, dug in her spurs and got him safely to the Fort. Captain Egan, on recovering, laughingly said: “I name you Calamity Jane, the heroine of the plains.” It was to her dying day that she carried that name and I believe she became quite famous for this and her other adventures in the Wild West.

Your devoted Friend,

Ethelfreda Jelleyman

My Calamity Jane scented candle has notes of Leather, Sweet Virginia and fresh grass. The candle is 100% soy wax, containing a minimum of 10% fragrance, hand- poured at my workshop at Jelleymans Mill in Worcestershire It is vegan and makes an ideal gift idea. This candle arrives beautifully packaged with the related story on fine aged paper.

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