Western Regionalism
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Western Regionalism The Transformation of the American West Come, all ye sons of labor Who wish to change your lot, Who’ve spunk enough to travel Beyond your native cot; Come, leave the crowded cities Where work is overdone, And come with us to settle In western Kansas towns. —From “Immigration Song”
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Come, all ye sons of labor Who wish to change your lot, Who’ve spunk enough to travel Beyond your native cot; Come, leave the crowded cities Where work is overdone, And come with us to settle In western Kansas towns. —From “Immigration Song”. Western Regionalism. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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Western Regionalism
The Transformation of the American West
Come, all ye sons of labor
Who wish to change your lot,
Who’ve spunk enough to travel
Beyond your native cot;
Come, leave the crowded cities
Where work is overdone,
And come with us to settle
In western Kansas towns.
—From “Immigration Song”
The Transformation of the American West
Agricultural Revolution on the Farming Frontier
Big Business Gobbles the Mining Frontier
Rise and Fall of the Cattle Industry
Culture Clash and the End of Native Resistance
The Expansion of the West
Westward Expansion
Big Business Gobbles the West
The mining frontier played a vital role in subduing the continent—It attracted population and wealth—Only corporations could afford the expensive ore-breaking
machinery.
Virginia City, Nevada
The Farming Frontier
U.S. Relationship with Natives Following the Civil War
Doolittle Commission1867
From 1868 to about 1890, almost incessant warfare raged in various parts of the West
between native peoples and whites.
Peace Commission1867
BIA1869
The Dawes Act & Wounded Knee.
Chief Joseph and the Nez Perces
“Tell General Howard that I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who now say yes or no. It is cold, and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people—some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets and no food. No one knows where they are—perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs, my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever against the white man.”
~Chief Joseph, 1877
