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The Boston Bottle Works In New Mexico
by Chris Buys

Reprinted from "INSULATORS - Crown Jewels of the Wire", February 1972, page 15

People who collect insulators do so for a variety of reasons. There may well be as many reasons for collecting insulators--from monetary to aesthetic--as there are people who collect them. Having stumbled upon my first insulator in the abandoned mining town of Magnolia, Colorado, my particular interest in collecting insulators has always centered around the insulators' role in the white man's invasion of Colorado, Wyoming, and New Mexico.

This interest has not manifested itself in a strictly academic manner. I would rather spend my time walking old telegraph routes, than gathering precise documentary information relating to these routes. For some reason walking along old Western telegraph routes, be it near the U.P.R.R. grade in Wyoming, near the gold fields of Central City, Colorado, or near long deserted forts in New Mexico, seems to allow one a brief and no doubt overly romantic glimpse into white man's recent history. There's something thrilling about plucking an old and weathered insulator from beneath a bush near a long forgotten pole stump standing as a silent witness to a bygone era. Why the thrill? One could mention thoughts of rugged individuals who constructed the line, messages the insulators helped send, or important historical events which occurred in the area; but words cannot capture this feeling. For some people the thrill is there; for others it seems absurd: It's that simple.

Since white man's recent history in the West has not been particularly laudable (when one recalls the varied Indian cultures which once occupied these lands) , it is fortunate that insulator hikes offer me another valued opportunity: a look at some unpeopled earth. There just aren't that many regions left in the U.S.A. where a person can observe antelope, coyotes, bobcats, deer, and prairie dogs existing in regions largely (can't seem to get away from the ubiquitous power line) unblemished by the advance of human technology.

In light of the preceding reasons for my interest in insulators, it shouldn't be hard to imagine my feelings when I ran across a line of Boston Bottle Works and threadless Brookfields in New Mexico. Before anyone gets too excited, let me quickly say that to date I have found only one whole Boston Bottle Works and about two-thirds of one smashed threadless Brookfield. Since I have been following this line for over a year, it is an understatement to suggest I may not be flooding the market, except with insulator pieces.

Perhaps the following account of searching for Bostons and threadless Brookfields in New Mexico will show that classic old insulator routes are where one finds them, not where people say "there is no hope", "someone told me that line could never be "followed", or "the Signal Corps confiscated that glass 90 years ago".

This story begins in the spring of 1970 when the Armbrusts and Buys of Boulder, Colorado, had ventured near Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, in quest of, what else, insulators. To our amazement two very nice people, Mr. and Mrs. Hall (of Hall's Bottle Shop), had about one fourth of a Boston perched on an insulator shelf. They very kindly directed us to the approximate location where they had found the piece; but, as expected, we had zero luck: there's a lot of desert, and it all looks alike in New Mexico.

Outside of some hopeful daydreaming, little else was done concerning the Boston found in the New Mexico desert until the Buys moved to Socorro, New Mexico, which is located approximately seventy-five miles north of T or C. Even then, several trips to the T or C area yielded absolutely nothing. Then, during December of 1970, with the Boston little more than a fading memory, the Buys, having received a metal detector from Grandfather Buys, took an expedition to the now off-limits Ft. Craig, to search for mint-balls, or any other metal memento lying immediately beneath the desert floor. We found it hard to believe when Beth looked at some glass chips discovered by myself that it was a piece of Boston Bottle Works (all are Patent Applied For variety)! After considerable scraping around we came up with several more pieces of the Boston, in addition to finding the base of a decaying pole (Little did we realize how rare this pole was to be--we have found only one other pole base in 15 miles of line.)

Needless to say, we did a great deal of speculating and research during the next few weeks. Since Ft. Craig is located some forty miles south of Socorro, it was obvious that there was a good possibility that a line of Boston Bottle Works extended at least as far south as T or C. Forty miles of untouched Boston Bottle Works, now that's a mind boggler. However, a few local historians and insulator collectors assured us that the many thousands of people (mostly artifact hunters) who had combed the Ft. Craig area would have picked up every piece of glass many years hence.

Fortunately, paying little attention to the experts, we decided to search the area directly south of the Fort. To make a long story short, after considerable searching, I found some more broken pieces of Bostons approximately one quarter mile from the Fort. Since then, although losing the line for weeks at a time, we have somehow managed to follow the line over some 15 miles through shifting desert sands, ancient lava flows, and parched river beds. It has been one of the most exciting, yet frustrating, experiences we have ever had. After all, figuring a minimum of twenty poles per mile (The poles are located about 240 feet apart.

There have been times when I have paced off 80 steps, dug, and actually found pieces! ) , that's a good three hundred insulators, of which we have only one in good condition. Furthermore, since Ft. Craig was established in 1851, it shouldn't have come as a surprise to us that threadless insulators were also used. Although we have found only five pieces of threadless Brookfields, we still hold hopes of finding a whole one.

At this point I must emphasize how difficult it has been to keep on this line; even now I have lost it and may well never find it again. It is not unusual to find a mile where nothing remains, not even a piece, which makes the desert seem awfully big. In fact, the only whole Boston I found happened by mere chance. After having looked unsuccessfully for some seven hours where I felt the line should have been running, I found my dog had wandered off. In my search for her (Tai) I followed her tracks a good half mile from where I felt the line was running. As I wearily trekked over another hill I could hardly believe my eyes when I spied a nice Boston Bottle Works lying entirely exposed near the base of a small bush. (I then found my dog, and she got a big hug. )

This was just two months ago. My wife and I went back the next weekend with what we felt were legitimate hopes of having finally hit that one stretch of unbroken glass. No such luck--we haven't found a piece since. I'll go back in a couple of weeks, but this is the longest we have ever lost the old line.

One thing has puzzled us a great deal: why all the smashed insulators, and I mean pulverized. Here it might be better to list our hypotheses concerning the breakage:

1. Abrupt changes in climatic conditions. (Not likely, since Wyoming, which yields many threadless insulators, experiences changes in weather even more severe than New Mexico. )

2. Smashed on the ground. (Not likely, since a large portion of the 15 miles we have hunted is shifting sand--ideal for non-breakage and, unfortunately, burial. )

3. People smashing them by shooting, etc. (This no doubt accounts for some of the breakage, but probably has occurred at random over the years on every line. In addition, since this area has few game animals and minimal Indian artifacts, not many people frequent this section of the desert. )

4. Civil War sabotage. (A remote possibility, as a Civil War battle, Val Verde, was fought near Ft. Craig In 1862. At the time it was customary to cut lines, but I doubt if they would bust all the Insulators. )

5. Indians. (Some Indians utilized Insulators for points and bead material, but this, too, seems an unlikely explanation for the high percentage of broken insulators. )

6. Other Insulator collectors. (I have no doubt that curious ranchers and artifact hunters have a few Bostons and threadless Brookfields sitting on some forgotten shelf; however, I doubt that any Insulator collector would leave twenty to thirty large pieces of Bostons and threadless Brookfields, many of which can be glued together. )

7. Use of telegraph poles. (This probably accounts for many of the broken and missing insulators. The scarcity of wood in the area has undoubtedly spurred ranchers to utilize telegraph poles in and around their dwelling units, much as they use railroad ties. )

8. Army Signal Corps. (The Signal Corps, which probably constructed this line, did at times re-use insulators from abandoned lines. Obviously, they did not take these insulators --there are too many pieces left.

There are other possibilities, but I feel strongly that all eight of the above possibilities contributed to the scarcity of these 100 year old insulators. This line may well be 100-115 years old, since the line appears to be heading directly toward another fort of early 1850 vintage. There would also be good reason to suspect that this may be one of the oldest, if not the oldest, telegraph line In New Mexico.

Finally, another factor which puzzles me centers on the conspicuous absence of ramshorns, a popular and somewhat more practical insulator on the Western frontier. I have no explanation for this peculiarity.

Boston Bottle Works and threadless Brookfields in New Mexico? Who would have believed it. A good way to end this article might be to tell of a new search about to begin. A fellow artifact hunter, familiar with the Boston line, just brought me a piece of a Boston Bottle Works which he has found some 15 miles north and east of Ft.Craig. Looks like the line also extended north of Ft. Craig. That's over 75 miles of line! In fact, that's only 30 miles from my house. I better get going
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