five or six inches over five feet tall, and his legs seemed too short for his torso. Aside from that he was handsome, with thick and curly dark hair, strong features, and well-set blue eyes. Herb’s education was better than average and he was a competent musician on both piano and violin. He was deeply religious but not puritanical; although strongly disapproving of tobacco and alcohol, he enjoyed dancing and playing cards, if no money changed hands. He was gentle, kind and good-humored, and despised arguments. Unfortunately, considering the life which lay ahead of him, he appears to have been a passive man with no qualities of leadership.
Mary Eliza (she preferred to be called Elizabeth) had been born in Hot Springs County on August 25, 1855. She was a spirited girl and so voluble a conversationalist that the Utes were later to call her “the Magpie.” According to contemporary descriptions, she had the graciousness that marks a Southern gentlewoman, and an inborn magnetism. With this magnetism, an iron will, strong ambition, and indomitable determination to get her way, she controlled the people around her by so intriguing their imaginations that they willingly followed her. She was normally affable and serene, but when she lost her temper she was violent.
Elizabeth and her sister were very young when their parents died, and the girls were raised by their maternal grandfather, Judge Crawford Miller, a breeder of thoroughbred horses. Surprisingly, they were raised with his name. This suggests that something more than an ordinary tragedy may have caused their parents’ death. Judge Miller had come from around Newark, Virginia (Elizabeth was always proud of being from one of Virginia’s “First Families”), and it is curious that a lineage-conscious Southerner would deprive his granddaughters of their father’s name. Elizabeth’s daughter Josie was later to tell a grandchild that there was a suicide in each generation of the family. Josie gave no details, but she may have been referring to old and better-forgotten violence. Elizabeth herself possessed qualities which, given bad fortune, could have led her to disaster. But her fortune was good—she married Herb Bassett, who was always to be her balance wheel, even when he could not control her.
If there is a mystery surrounding Elizabeth’s parents, there is an equal mystery surrounding her marriage to Herb. Why would the attractive teenage daughter of a well-to-do family marry a graying, middle-aged man?
Perhaps the orphaned girl saw in this kindly and gentle man the father she had never known, although that answer seems rather superficial for someone as complicated as Elizabeth.
Mary Eliza, herself better-educated than many women of the time, would have been contemptuous of a very commonly held opinion that an educated female ran the risk of a withered uterus if uncommon strain were put on her brain. She would have been in complete sympathy with the growing tide of feminism and of women’s demands for educational opportunity and equal treatment under the law. At the same time, she was always a lady with strict ideas of propriety, and would have been completely out of sympathy with Victoria Woodhull, who was espousing “free love” on the lecture platforms in the east, and with Amelia Bloomer, who had urged women to replace their petticoats with pants.
A deeper look at Herb shows a man who was progressive and liberal for his time. In later years, for example, he considered his daughters’ education as important as his sons’. Herb must have reflected Elizabeth’s own ideas—progressive, but conventionally so. She would have felt safe with him, knowing he would treat her as a person of intelligence, despite her womanhood. Moreover, she could trust him to give her the freedom to express herself in her own way and for her own purposes. Her self-awareness must have made it clear to her that she could never tolerate domination. Herb’s very passivity and lack of force may have attracted her.
When they married, Herb was thirty-seven years old; Elizabeth had just turned sixteen. Judging by reports of their later years, it was a love match on both sides, which bore up well even under any painful stresses caused by their differences of character.
They settled down in Hot Springs to the life typical of a well-bred couple in comfortable circumstances. In 1874, three and a half years after their marriage, their daughter Josephine (Josie) was born. Less than two years later Elizabeth delivered their first son, to whom they gave the family name of Samuel. Life could have continued in a placid routine except that Herb’s health had seriously deteriorated in Arkansas, where the summers are humid and the winters cold but no less humid. Herb described his physical condition when he applied for an Army pension:
Was treated in Arkansas 20 years ago for liver and heart trouble—had chills and fever frequently for several years after the war was over—was treated by Dr. Henry C. Baker who stated that my liver was in very bad condition—that the chills and fever that I had were very hard to control. While he was treating me I had a very hard chill which threatened congestion and he advised me to leave there at once. I sold out and came here [Brown’s Park] in April 1878.
In addition to his “debility,” which was probably malarial, Herb was asthmatic. The doctors of those times could offer little help to tuberculous or asthmatic patients except to prescribe a change of climate. It is said that half the people in early Colorado had come there because of “pulmonary afflictions” that might benefit from the dry mountain air.
As if Herb’s chills, fever and attacks of asthma were not enough to disturb the couple’s tranquillity, in 1874, after six years as Clerk of the Court, he lost his job, possibly because of a change in political climate occurring at the end of postwar Reconstruction in Arkansas. At the time they made their decision to migrate to the west in 1877, Herb may have realized that his future in Arkansas could never hold more than an obscure clerical job or, even worse, working on Judge Miller’s horse farm. Elizabeth, with her drive and ambition, may have urged the migration. At the least she would have cooperated enthusiastically in this search for better fortune.
It would seem that they had no firm plan in mind when they boarded the train that would take them west. Family tradition says that their destination was California (another popular haven for asthmatics) but it is very probable that when they left Arkansas they were still not sure where their home was to be. In any event, they broke their journey at Green River City, Wyoming, for a reunion with Herb’s younger half-brother, Sam Bassett, who lived about eighty miles to the south over the Utah line in a place called Brown’s Hole.
Sam Bassett had been a teenager when he left the family home in Illinois. He had wandered the west from California back to the Dakotas as a miner, prospector, guide for travelers, and scout for General Miles of the Union Army. In 1852 he had done some prospecting in Brown’s Hole and had liked it well enough that he returned in 1854 to make it his headquarters between wanderings.
Brown’s Hole had been a rendezvous in the 1830s for the fur trappers. For a time there was a small trading post there named Fort Davy Crockett (nicknamed “Fort Misery”), but it vanished when the scarcity of game, as well as the fall from fashion of beaver hats, made trapping unprofitable. When Sam Bassett chose it as his headquarters, he became one of the first white men to live there permanently since the days of that early trading post.
Sam Bassett kept a journal during his early days in the west, and its disappearance is a tragedy, judging by the fragment that survived, quoted by Ann Bassett in her memoirs:
Browns Hole, November, the month of Thanksgiving, 1852. Louis [Simmons] and I “down in.” Packs off. Mules in lush cured meadow. Spanish Joe’s trail for travel could not be likened to an up-state high lane for coach-and-four. Mountains to the right of us, mountains to the left of us, not in formation but highly mineralized. To the South, a range in uncontested beauty of contour, its great stone mouth drinking a river. Called on neighbors lest we jeopardize our social standing. Chief Catump, and his tribe of Utes. Male and female he created them. And “Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed so fine.” Beads, bones, quills, and feathers of artistic design. Buckskins tanned in exquisite coloring of amazing hues, resembling velvets of finest texture. Bows and Arrows. “Let there be no strife between me and thee!”
Sam had kept in touch with his family over the years. He was a sociable, outgoing man who loved good company almost as much as he loved his solitary prospecting in the mountains; a reunion with his brother must have been a joyful moment for him. It would be equally joyful for Herb to meet again the brother who had written so eloquently of his adventures. The two tenderfeet