History of Dr.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday

"He was the most skillful gambler, and the nerviest, fastest, deadliest man with a six-gun I
ever saw."
This was the tribute paid to Doc Holliday by Wyatt Earp, who was something of a tough
character himself.

Biography
On August 14, 1851 in Griffin, Georgia, John Henry Holliday was born to Henry
Burroughs and Alice Jane Holliday. Their first child, Martha Eleanora, had died on June
12, 1850 at six months of age. When he married Alice Jane McKay on January 8, 1849,
Henry Burroughs was a pharmacist by trade and, later, became a wealthy planter, lawyer,
and during the War between the States, a Confederate Major. Church records state: "John
Henry, infant son of Henry B. and Alice J. Holliday, received the ordinance of baptism on
Sunday, March 21, 1852, at the First Presbyterian Church in Griffin."

Alice Jane died on September 16, 1866. This was a terrible blow to young John Henry for
he and his mother were very close. To compound this loss, his father married Rachel
Martin only three months later on December 18, 1866. Shortly after this marriage, the
Holliday family moved to Valdosta, Georgia. Major Holliday quickly became one of the
town's leading citizens, becoming Mayor, the Secretary of the County Agricultural Society,
a Member of the Masonic Lodge, the Secretary of the Confederate Veterans Camp, and the
Superintendent of local elections.

Because of his family status, John Henry had to choose some sort of profession and he
chose dentistry. He enrolled in dental school in 1870 and attended his first lecture session in
1870-1872. Each lecture session lasted a little over three months. John wrote his required
thesis on "Disease of the Teeth". He served his required two years apprenticeship under
Dr. L.F. Frank. On March 1, 1872, the Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery in
Philadelphia, conferred the degree of Doctor of Dental Surgery upon twenty-six men, one
of whom was John Henry Holliday. Upon completion of his training and graduation, Dr.
Holliday opened an office with a Dr. Arthur C. Ford in Atlanta in 1872. The Atlanta
Constitution on July 26, 1872, ran the following item:

"I hereby inform my patients that I have to attend the session of the Southern Dental
Association in Richmond, Virginia, and will be absent until about the middle of August,
during which time Dr. John H. Holliday will fill my place in my office. Office: 26 Whitehall
Street - Arthur C. Ford, D.D.A."

Heading West
John was a good dentist, but shortly after starting his practice, he discovered that he had
contracted tuberculosis. Although he consulted a number of doctors, the consensus of all
was that he had only months to live. However, they all concurred that he might add a few
months to his life if he moved to a dry climate. Following this advice, Doc packed up and
headed West. His first stop was in Dallas, Texas, the end of the railroad at the time. The
date was October 1873, and Doc soon found a suitable position as an associate of Dr. John
A. Seegar. He hung out his shingle and prepared for business, but his terrible illness was
not through with him. Coughing spells wracked his thin frame and often occurred at the
most embarrassing times, such as in the midst of filling a tooth or making an extraction. As
a result, his dental business gradually declined. John soon had to find other means of
earning a livelihood.

It became apparent that he possessed a natural ability for gambling and this quickly
became his sole means of support. In those days, a gambler in the west had to be able to
protect himself, for he stood alone. Doc was well aware of this and faithfully practiced with
six-gun and knife. On January 2, 1875, Doc and a local saloon keeper, named Austin, had a
disagreement that flared into violence. Each man went for his pistol. Several shots were
fired, but not one struck its intended target. According to the Dallas Weekly Herald, both
shooters were arrested. Most of the local citizens thought such a gunfight highly amusing,
but changed their views a few days later when Doc put two large holes through a
prominent citizen, leaving him very dead. Feelings ran high over this killing and Doc was
forced to flee Dallas a short distance in front of a posse. His next stop was Jacksboro over
in Jack's County, where he found a job dealing Faro. Jackson was a tough cow-town
situated near an armypost.

Not to be outdone, Doc now carried a gun in a shoulder holster, one on his hip, and a long,
wicked knife as well. Reports confirm the fact that he was becoming an expert with these
weapons as he was involved in three gunfights in a very short span of time. One of these left
another dead man to Doc's credit. Since this was a pretty wild section of the West at that
time, no law action was taken against him. During the summer of 1876, Holliday again
became a participant in a gunfight. On this occasion, he was careless enough to kill a
soldier from Fort Richardson. The killing brought the United States Government into the
investigation.

Doc hit the trail again, but this time his back trail was cluttered with the Army, U.S.
Marshals, Texas Rangers, and local lawmen and citizens, who were anxious to collect the
reward offered for him. Holliday knew that if he was captured, his neck would be stretched
with very few preliminaries, so he headed straight into Apache country for Colorado, eight
hundred miles away. Stopping for short periods at Pueblo, Leadville, Georgetown and
Central City, three more men went down before his guns before he reached Denver. There
he went by the name of Tom Mackey and was practically unknown until he was involved in
an argument with Bud Ryan, while dealing Faro at Babbitt's House.

In the ensuing fight, Doc came very near to cutting Ryan's head off. Ryan, who was a well-
known gambling tough, survived the vicious slashing, but his face and neck were horribly
mutilated. Although his victim did not die, public resentment forced Doc to flee again. He
drifted on to Wyoming, then to New Mexico, and from there to Fort Griffin, Texas. It was
there that Doc met the only woman who was ever to come into his life. She was known as
"Big Nose" Kate, a frontier dance hall woman and prostitute. It was quite true that Kate's
nose was prominent, but her other features were quite attractive. Her ample curves were
generous and all in the right places. Tough, stubborn, fearless, and high tempered, she
worked at the business of being a Madam and a prostitute because she liked it! She
belonged to no man or no Madam's House, but plied her trade as an individual in the
manner she chose.

Doc met her while he was dealing cards in John Shanssey's saloon. It was also at Shanssey's
that he met Wyatt Earp, another person who was to have a great deal of influence on his
life. Earp rode in from Dodge City on the trail of Dave Rudabaugh, who was wanted for
train robbery. While Doc was helping Wyatt gain the information he needed, they became
fast friends. Holliday had already gained the reputation of being a cold-blooded killer.
Many believed that he liked to kill, but that was not true. He was simply a hot-tempered
Southerner who stood aside for no man. Bat Masterson said of him: "Doc Holliday was
afraid of nothing on earth". Doc could be described as a fatalist. He knew that he was
already condemned to a slow, painful death. If his death was quick and painless, who was
he to object! Actually, he expected a quick demise because of the violent life he lived.

A bully boy of Fort Griffin sat down in a poker game with Holliday. His name was Ed
Bailey and he had grown accustomed to having his way with no one questioning his actions.
Doc's reputation seemed to make no impression on him whatever. In an obvious attempt to
irritate Doc, Bailey kept picking up the discards and looking through them. This was
strictly against the rules of Western poker, and anyone who broke this rule forfeited the
pot. Holliday warned Bailey twice, but the erstwhile bad man ignored his protests. The
very next hand Bailey picked up the discards again. Without saying a word Doc reached
out and raked in the pot without showing his hand, Bailey brought a six-shooter from
under the table, while a large knife materialized in Doc's hand. Before the local bully could
pull the trigger, Doc, with one slash, completely disemboweled him. Spilling blood
everywhere, Bailey sprawled across the table.

As he felt that he was obviously only protecting himself and in the right, Doc stuck around
town and allowed the Marshal to arrest him. That was certainly a mistake, for once he had
been disarmed and locked up, Bailey's friends and the town vigilantes began a clamor for
his blood. "Big Nose" Kate knew that Doc was finished unless someone did something and
quick. Likely as not, the local lawmen would turn the slim gunman over to the mob. Kate
went into action by setting fire to an old shed. It burned so rapidly that the flames
threatened to engulf the town. Everyone went to fight the fire with the exception of three
people: Kate, Doc, and the Officer who guarded him. As soon as the lawman and his
prisoner were left alone, she stepped in and confronted them. A pistol in each hand, she
disarmed the startled guard, then passed a pistol to Doc and the two of them vanished into
the night.

All that night they hid in the brush, carefully avoiding parties of searchers. The next
morning they headed for Dodge City, four hundred miles away, on "borrowed" horses.
The couple registered at Deacon Cox's Boarding House in Dodge City as Dr. and Mrs. J. H.
Holliday. Doc felt he owed Kate a great deal for rescuing him from a hang tree in Fort
Griffin and was determined to do anything in his power to make her happy. Kate gave up
being a prostitute and inhabiting the saloons. Doc gave up gambling and hung out his
shingle again. All of Doc's good intentions were totally unappreciated and did not endure
for long. Kate stood the quiet and boredom of respectable living as long as she could. Then
she told Doc that she was going back to the bright lights and excitement of the dance halls
and gambling dens. Consequently, the two split up, as they were destined to do many times
during the remainder of Doc's life.

September found Doc back dealing Faro in the Long Branch Saloon. A number of Texas
cowboys had just arrived in Dodge City with a herd of cattle. After many weeks on the
trail, they were a wild, salty bunch, ready to "tree" Dodge. Word was brought into the
Long Branch that several of the trail drivers had Wyatt Earp cornered and were boasting
that they intended to shoot him down. Doc leaped through the door, gun in hand. When he
arrived, two cowboys, Morrison and Driscoll, were holding cocked revolvers on Wyatt,
goading him to draw before they shot him down. About twenty of their friends also stood
nearby, taunting and insulting the enraged, but helpless, Wyatt. Holliday loosed a volume
of profanity and, as the self-styled bad men turned to face Doc, Wyatt rapped Morrison
over the head with his long barrel Colt. Then he set about relieving the other cowboys of
their guns. Wyatt never forgot the fact that Doc Holliday saved his life that night in Dodge
City.

Kate and Doc soon had another of their frequent, violent quarrels and Doc, in a furious
mood, saddled his horse and rode out to Trinidad, Colorado. Shortly after he arrived in
town, a young gambler, known as "Kid Colton", wishing to make himself a reputation,
badgered Doc into a fight. Doc's gun roared twice and Colton collapsed in the dust of the
street. Under such circumstances, Doc did not wish to linger around, and rode on into New
Mexico. In the summer of 1879, Doc tried his hand as a dentist for the last time in Las
Vegas, New Mexico. It was a very weak attempt and ended in a short time when he bought
a saloon on Center Street. A few weeks later, he got into an argument with a local gunman,
named Mike Gordon, who, by all evidence, was rather popular with the locals. Not one to
mince words, Doc politely invited him to start shooting whenever he felt like it and then
shot him three times in the stomach. A mob quickly gathered and began plans for
decorating a hang tree, using Doc as an ornament. Wisely, Doc disappeared like smoke.
Since he had to move on again, Doc knew the one place he would be safe in was Dodge City.
After all, Wyatt Earp was his friend. But when he rode back into town, he discovered that
Wyatt had gone to a new silver strike, in a place called Tombstone, Arizona.

Bound for Tombstone

There was nothing to hold him in Dodge City with Wyatt gone, so Doc headed West, bound
for Tombstone. Without Doc knowing it, he would soon get to know more of the Earp
family, for all of the Earp brothers were bound for Tombstone. Morgan was coming in
from Montana, Wyatt and James from Dodge City and Virgil from Prescott, where
Marshal Crawley Dake had just made him a Deputy U.S. Marshal. Virgil left Prescott for
Tombstone without Holliday , who was having a fantastic run of luck at the poker tables.

"Big Nose" Kate, also enroute to the new boom town of Tombstone, caught up with Doc in
Prescott while he was still winning at poker. The two of them reached Tombstone in the
early summer of 1880 and Doc, with $40,000 of the Prescott gamblers' money in his
pockets, found Kate very happy to be in his company.

In Tombstone, Doc found Kate's living quarters sandwiched between a funeral parlor and
the Soma Winery on the North side of Allen Street, at Sixth Street. Kate was quick to
realize opportunity and, soon after her arrival in Tombstone, went into business and was
soon making a sizable income. She purchased a large tent, rounded up several girls, a few
barrels of bad, cheap whiskey and operated Tombstone's first "sporting house".

The outlaw gang in Tombstone had things their way for quite some time and they resented
the arrival of the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday. "Old man" Clanton, his sons, Ike, Phin,
and Billy, the McLaury brothers, Frank and Tom, Curly Bill Brocius, John Ringo and
their followers lost no time in expressing their displeasure. Doc had become quite famous
as a gunman by the time he had reached Tombstone. Several men had died in encounters
with him. At any rate, Holliday was a welcome addition to the Earp's fight with the
"Cowboy" faction.

Johnny Tyler and Doc had a dispute in the Oriental Saloon, early in October, 1880. Tyler
left as quickly as possible but Doc and Milt Joyce, the saloon owner, continue to argue. The
argument turned into gunplay and Doc drunkenly fired several shots. Finally, Milt struck
Doc on the head with a pistol. When the affair ended Joyce had been shot through the
hand, Parker, his bartender, was shot through the toe on the left foot and Holliday had a
lump on his head from the pistol-whipping by Joyce. Doc was arrested and charged with
assault with a deadly weapon. He was found guilty by Justice Reilly and fined $20 for
assault and battery and $11.25 costs.

Once they were settled in town, Holliday and "Big Nose" Kate took up where they had left
off. Although they lived together , Doc went back to drinking and gambling and Kate to
her operation as a prostitute. Their arguments were frequent, but not really serious until
Kate got drunk and abusive. Doc, at this point, decided that enough was enough and threw
her out. As fate would have it, four masked men attempted a hold up on a stagecoach near
Contention on March 15, 1881. In the attempt, they killed two men: Bud Philpot, the stage
driver, and Peter Roerig, a passenger. The Cowboy faction immediately seized upon the
opportunity and accused Doc Holliday of being one of the holdup men. Sheriff Behan and
Deputy Stilwell found Kate on one of her drunken binges, still berating Doc for throwing
her out. They sympathized with her and fed her more whiskey, then persuaded her to sign
an affidavit that Doc had been one of the masked highwaymen and had actually pulled the
trigger on the shot that killed Bud Philpot.

While Kate was sobering up, the Earps began to round up witnesses who could verify Doc's
whereabouts on the night in question. When Kate realized what she had done, she
regretted her actions and repudiated her statement. Since witnesses and Kate's new stand
exposed the Cowboy frame-up, Doc was released. The District Attorney labeled the charges
as ridiculous and threw them out. Doc gave Kate some money and put her on a stage
leaving town. As far as he was concerned, his debt to her was paid in full. "Big Nose" Kate
was a far different woman than most of the people in Tombstone realized. She had been
born Mary Katherine Horony, in Budapest, Hungary on November 7, 1850. During her
long life she was to use many last names: Elder, Melvin, Fisher, Holliday, Cummings and
Howard. She did not travel far on the stage, only to Globe. Evidently, she made two or
three trips back to Tombstone to visit Doc as she claimed to be a witness to the gunfight.
She may have been, as she and Doc were staying in a room at Mrs. Fly's.

Most likely that is why the Cowboys were in a vacant lot next door near the O.K. Corral.
They may have been waiting for Doc to come back to the room they shared where they
would have an opportunity to kill him.

Kate was apparently in Colorado from 1882 to the early part of 1888, although there is no
information that she was living with Doc any of those years. She married a blacksmith,
named George M. Cummings in 1888 and with her new husband moved to Bisbee, Arizona,
only a few miles from Tombstone. They also lived for a time in Pearce, Arizona. In 1889,
Kate left her husband and moved to the tiny railroad town of Cochise. (Cummings
committed suicide in Courtland, Arizona on July 7, 1915. The coroner's jury report said
that he killed himself because he had an incurable cancer of the head.) Cochise had been
born in 1886 as a railroad station and post office at the junction of the Arizona Eastern and
Southern Pacific railroads. John J. Rath hired Kate to work in his Cochise Hotel in 1899,
although the customers never knew her true identity. She left the Cochise Hotel in the
summer of 1900, and moved in with a man named Howard, from the mining town of Dos
Cabezas.

She lived with him until 1930, and when he died she inherited some property. In 1931, she
wrote to the Governor of Arizona, George W.P. Hunt, requesting admission to the
"Arizona Pioneers Home". Being foreign born, she was not eligible but she claimed that
she had been born in Davenport, Iowa. So Hunt gave her permission for admission to the
home and she stayed there until her death on November 2, 1940.

The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

Other gunfights and the aftermath of O.K. Corral

On January 17, 1882, came the famous confrontation between Wyatt, Doc and Ringo.
Many writers would say that Ringo challenged all the Earps and Holliday. Not true. Virgil
and Morgan were incapacitated with painful wounds. Ringo wasn't running much risk as
there was little chance that they would accept his challenge. They knew that Ringo had
been drinking heavily and that the Whiskey was talking. In addition, they had troubles
enough from the aftermath of the gunfight at O.K. Corral. Ringo was well aware of all this.
On March 18,1882, the assassins struck again. Morgan was playing pool with Bob Hatch at
Campbell and Hatch's Saloon and Billiard Parlor, on Allen Street between Fourth and
Fifth Street. A shot was fired from the darkness of the alley. That shot struck him in the
back and snuffed out his life. Morgan's body was dressed in one of Doc Holliday's suits and
shipped to the parents in Colton, California for burial.

The Earp party encountered Frank Stilwell and Ike Clanton at the Tucson Station. Wyatt
chased Stilwell down the track and filled him full of holes. The date was March 20, 1882. A
Tucson Coroner's Jury named Wyatt and Warren Earp, Doc Holliday, "Texas Jack", and
McMasters as the men who had killed Stillwell. A Tucson judge issued warrants for their
arrests. As far as Wyatt Earp was concerned, the man who shot Virgil and killed Morgan
were dead men, only living until he found them. The killing of Stilwell was just the
beginning of his bloody trail of vengeance, and Doc Holliday rode beside him all the way.
Wyatt received word that Pete Spencer was at his wood camp in the Dragoons. The
"federal posse" rode there and found: not Pete Spencer, but Florentino Cruz. Frightened,
he named the men who had murdered Morgan, himself included. The Earp posse shot him
to pieces. The date was March 22, 1882. The Earp posse was riding along a deep wash near
Iron Springs when they encountered Curly Bill Brocius and eight of his men. In the fight
that followed, Curly Bill was killed and Johnny Barnes received a wound that eventually
killed him. The date was March 24, 1882.

In a little more than a year, the list of Cowboy outlaws that had been eliminated was
astonishing: "Old Man" Clanton, Billy Clanton, Frank McLaury, Tom McLaury, Frank
Stilwell, Indian Charlie, Dixie Gray, Florentino Cruz, Curly Bill, Johnny Barnes, Jim
Crane, Harry Head, Bill Leonard, Joe Hill, Luther King, Charley Snow, Billy Lang, Zwing
Hunt, Billy Grounds and Hank Swilling. Pete Spencer, volunteered for the penitentiary for
his own safety. Doc Holliday accounted for more than his share of the Cowboys, and when
he and Wyatt Earp left Tombstone for good, they rode their horses to Silver City, New
Mexico, sold them, rode a stage to Deming, and boarded a train for Colorado.

Doc was arrested in Denver shortly after his arrival. The arresting officer was a man
named Perry Mallan. (Some believe that he was actually a brother to Johnny Tyler, a foe of
Holliday and would-be gunman, that Doc ran out of Tombstone). While Doc was in jail the
Denver Republican of May 22, 1882, ran the following: "Holliday has a big reputation as a
fighter, and has probably put more rustlers and cowboys under the sod than any other one
man in the west. He had been the terror of the lawless element in Arizona, and with the
Earps was the only man brave enough to face the bloodthirsty crowd which has made the
name of Arizona a stench in the nostrils of decent men."

Mallan remarked in the paper that he was standing along side when Curly Bill Brocius was
killed. Doc related his thoughts as to that: "...eight rustlers rose up from behind the bank
and poured from thirty-five to forty shots at us. Our escape was miraculous. The shots cut
our clothes and saddles and killed one horse, but did not hit us. I think we would have been
killed if God Almighty wasn't on our side. Wyatt Earp turned loose with a shotgun and
killed Curly Bill. The eight men in the gang which attacked us were all outlaws, for each of
whom a big reward has been offered...If Mallan was along side Curly Bill when he was
killed, he was with one of the worst gangs of murderers and robbers in the country."

Doc's troubles, concerning extradition to Arizona, ended and the following article was in
the Rocky Mountain News, May 30, 1882: "Doc Holliday's case was finally disposed of by
Governor Pitkin yesterday, his Excellency deciding that he could not honor the requisition
from Arizona. The District Attorney's Office was represented by Honorable I.E. Barnum,
Assistant District Attorney, who was accompanied in his visit to the Governor by Deputy
Sheriff Linton and Sheriff Paul of Arizona. Among others present were Deputy Sheriff
Masterson (Bat) of Trinidad and several friends of Holliday."

Doc left Denver and went to Pueblo and from there to Leadville. It was there that he ran
into two old enemies from Tombstone, Billy Allen and Johnny Tyler. Friends advised Doc
that Allen had threatened him and was looking for him with a pistol. Around 5 PM on
August 19, 1884, Doc strolled into Hyman's Saloon, and placed himself at the end of the bar
near the cigar lighter. As Billy Allen crossed the threshold, Doc leveled his pistol and fired
creasing Allen's head. Reaching over the tobacco counter, Doc shot him again through the
left arm below the shoulder. Holliday would have shot him again, but bystanders disarmed
him. Allen was much larger than Doc and had obviously threatened him publicly so Doc
was acquitted of the shooting charges.

Doc Holliday claimed he almost lost his life a total of nine times. Four attempts were made
to hang him and he was shot at in a gunfight or from ambush five times. In May, 1887, Doc
went to Glenwood Springs to try the sulfur vapors, as his health was steadily growing
worse, but he was too far gone. He spent his last fifty-seven days in bed and was delirious
fourteen of them. On November 8, 1887, he awoke clear-eyed and asked for a glass of
whiskey. It was given to him and he drank it down with enjoyment. Then he said, "This is
funny", and died.

Doc Holliday had come West years before, knowing his days were numbered. Long before
his death he had maintained that he would not die in bed coughing his guts out. He always
believed that he would be killed by a quicker, easier death than that planned for him by
destiny. He often said that his end would come from lead poisoning, at the end of a rope, a
knife in his ribs, or that he might drink himself to death. That's why he considered it funny
when he died peacefully in bed. Doc was the best of the Western gamblers and he lost his
biggest bet when he died of tuberculosis. The greater part of his years had been lived on
borrowed time. His remains were buried in their final resting place in the Glenwood
Cemetery (Old Hill Cemetery), Colorado.

So passed Tombstone's most deadly gun.

From the book "The Chronicles of Tombstone" by Ben T. Traywick.

Copyrights and All Rights Reserved 1996 by Mr. Ben T. Traywick.

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