|Stephen Howard Naegle
|The Works of Stephen Naegle - A Catalogue, Page 9
|52. Farm House
A young Stephen Naegle painting one of his first old
homes apparently a farm house. I can number quite a
few paintings of this nature among his works. The
incredible talent of later years is yet to be developed in
this medium. This painting from 1960 is from the
collection of David Naegle.
|53. Lady with Hat and Glasses
No one seems to know who this older lady
is. Maybe it's no one in particular, but could
easily be a Utah resident during this
period. Stephen most likely was in Logan at
the University. This watercolor is from the
collection of the David Naegle Family.
Detail of Lady
|Signature Detail, Naegle '66
In the small image of this Lady with Hat
and Glasses it was difficult to make out
the date. Now it is clearly 1966.
|Composition using the image of the Lady with Hat and Glasses
Occasionally I like to play with an image to see what develops when using photo
programs. Maybe Stephen would get a chuckle if he were to be peering over my
shoulder. Thanks for your indulgence.
|54. Mushrooms on a Log
This painting was briefly mentioned in an email from David
Naegle. Of course already in this catalogue is mention of an
Arkansas mushroom painting and I continued to be in contact
with the original owner. I remember it to be huge roots of a large
tree as background to the sizeable mushrooms in the
foreground. David Naegle email September 2006.
|55. The Old Outlaw
This pen and ink drawing by Stephen was done to
illustrate a story from early Utah history. The Naegles
lived in Southern Utah and had range cattle with the
JN brand. This painting depicts an old steer who
eluded capture for close to twenty years. This
Stephen Naegle drawing is in the collection of the
David Naegle Family.
|The Old Outlaw
In the early days of the settlement of Southern Utah and Arizona, the Naegle family settled in
Toquerville and developed cattle ranches on what we then called "Buckskin Mountains". This
mountain is now known as the 'Kaibab' and is situated in Coconino County, Arizona, on the north side
of the Colorado River.'
In those days the land was unsurveyed and the understanding among cattlemen was the first in use,
was the first in right. Under this common law, the Naegle boys became the recognized owners of all
the west side of the Buckskin Mountains.
When so many Mormons moved to Mexico for reasons of their own, the Naegle boys sold what they
could and went to Mexico seeking greener pastures. Quill Nebecker became the owner of the
remaining Naegle cattle, and finally the Grand Canyon Cattle Company bought them. John Naegle
branded with 'JN' on the left hip, the brand last used on the Naegle cattle on the Buckskin. The Grand
Canyon Cattle Company sold all odd brands out as fast as possible and branded all calves with Z.
The Naegle cattle became fewer and fewer as time went by until there was only one left, a big black
steer that ranged on the east side of East Lake.
On each round-up the Boss instructed the men to get that old 'JN' steer. The years passed, but the
old steer remained. The timber is very thick around East Lake, and it is not far to the East Breaks
where the Little Mountain slopes into House Rock Valley. This was the roughest country on the
One September when we were camped at Snipe Lake gathering steers, the Company Boss said, 'Now
boys, we're going east of East Lake today. Look out for the big black 'JN' steer. It has been eighteen
years since that brand was put on any calf. We don't know how much older this outlaw is. If we see
him today, rope him. He always pulls for East Breaks, and no cowboy can get him out of there.'
"Just as we arrived at the point where the Little Mountain joins the Big Mountain, we saw a bunch of
cattle drinking at a little lake which we had never seen before. The cattle heard us and made for the
breaks. I was riding Haffen, my best horse that day, and when the cattle reached the top of Little
Mountain, I was in front of them They were so much out of wind that it was not hard to force them back
down the hill. The cowboys were not looking for such a turn, and they plunged on into the thicker
timber and rough country. But Alex Swapp saw them turn and he and I went back down the mountain
at terrific speed considering the roughness of the country we were in, riding hard past the little lake
where we had jumped the cattle.
As we started up the Big Mountain, the cattle had gone on each side of a deep rough gorge. Alex
took those to the left; I followed to the right. Alex yelled to me, 'That's the old 'JN' steer. Rope him and
let the rest go! I'll get this big red one!
"The old black steer was on lead. With rope in hand I made for him. No chance to throw a rope; the
timber was too thick. I touched Haffen with the spur and said, 'Get on top of him!' My spirited well-bred
horse understood and, through fallen trees, rocks, and gullies, he fairly flew with thoroughbred
determination. Soon my faithful horse was rubbing his shoulder on the big steer's hip. 'Not yet, Haffes.
Get up where I can drop it on!' He did, and I laid the loop over old 'JN's head, an the time wondering
what the contest would be like, for this was the biggest, fiercest steer that I had ever seen.
"The experienced cowhand might say, 'Oh, he was old, rough and limber!' But not so; he was big, fat,
smooth, and heavy. He reminded me as much of a big black stallion as a steer could look like a horse.
We three had a real tussle, and all the time I was yelling in hopes that some lost cowboy would hear
"Out of the timber came a cowboy from Colorado. 'What the devil do you want? Oh, what an elephant
you've got on the end of your rope!'
"Well, get your rope on his heels, I've been here long enough.'
"Just as we put him down, Alex arrived with some gentle steers. 'That's old 'JN' all right, Bill. At last
we've got him!
... Did you get the big red one?' 'Yes, but I broke his leg and had to let him go.'
"Alex threw his rope on a gentle steer, flopped him on his side, and dragged him up against old 'JN'
with their backs together. We then tied a rope around old 'JN's' horns and around the smaller steer's
neck, holding them close enough together so the big steer could not run around the small one.
'There,' said Alex, 'We will put them in this tame bunch and take them to camp. Old 'JN' is going to the
"When they got up, the outlaw was on the upper side and tried time after time to go around in front of
the smaller steer and crowd him down the mountain, but the rope between them was too short, and
being around the smaller steer's neck and around the big steer's horns, the leverage was all in favor
of the little steer. All went well for a time. Then old 'JN' decided to jump over the little steer. The pull of
the rope broke his neck, and he fell with all his weight on the side of his head. Snap went his neck!
And old 'JN checked in.
"We skinned and dressed him. The next day sent pack mules and brought him to camp. We had
plenty of fine fat beef. To this day the little lake is known as 'Beef Lake'."
|Old Outlaw Details
JN Branded Steer, Tree with Signature,
Head, and Tree with reflection
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