
The pack train moved slowly through the remaining snowdrifts of late spring in the Tetons, heading for the mountain valley ahead. The buckskin horses were led by a tall-for-his-time trapper with thick red hair and beard, whom the Shoshone called Ingapumba (redhead), but more often he was known to his neighbors as “Beaver Dick” or “Uncle Dick.”

Trapper, hunting guide, ferryman, Mexican War veteran, and all-around mountain man, Richard ‘Beaver Dick’ Leigh, lived a long life in and around the Teton Mountains. Following behind were his Shoshone wife, Jenny, and his children riding burros. They were leading pack horses loaded with supplies for a long season of camping, hunting, and trapping in the high valley known even then as Jackson’s Hole.
In his 68 years, Beaver Dick Leigh fought in the Mexican War, guided government expeditions through the Yellowstone region, led hunting parties from the East—and enjoyed life among the Shoshone and Bannock tribes. With his red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, he stood out from most of those around him, but despite his rough life, he was an inveterate reader of books, magazines, and newspapers. He kept a diary during his time in the mountains.
Richard Leigh was born in Manchester, Lancashire, England, in 1831, emigrating to America at age 7 with his sister, Martha. Eventually they moved on to Mount Hope, Pa. From there, he left his sister and joined the Hudson Bay Company, which sent him to the Northwest, where his education as a trapper began. He never looked back, nor saw his sister again, but stayed in touch, however, as he later referred to his brother-in-law, Henry Wall.
Beaver Dick joined the U.S. Army toward the end of the Mexican-American War (1846-48), in which he served under Lt. Col. Henry Wilson.
Following his discharge, he travelled to the Salt Lake Valley, where he resumed his trade as an independent trapper. Moving north into what would become Idaho Territory, he chose the Snake River Valley for his homesite. This initially meant long pack trips south for several years to sell his furs in Utah Territory.
On one of these trips to Corrine, in 1862, near the northeast shore of the Great Salt Lake, he camped near a Bannock couple—a man known as Bannock John to the whites, and his wife, Tadpole, a sister of the local Shoshone chief, Taghee. Tadpole was amid a difficult labor and Dick assisted the father in delivering the baby.
The new arrival was named Susan Tadpole. Her parents promised her to Dick to be his wife when she reached maturity, no doubt a kind gesture of gratitude that had little expectation of coming to fruition, since he was 31 at the time.
Before he returned to his base camp at the confluence of the Snake and Teton rivers on the west side of the Tetons, Dick Leigh married a 16-year-old Eastern Shoshone girl from Chief Washakie’s band in 1863. Dick called her Jenny. He often told his friends and wrote in his diary about her many good traits. Five children arrived in the following years. Dick, Jr., 1864, Anne Jane, 1866, John, 1868, William, 1870, and Elizabeth in 1873.

Dick’s homestead on the west side of the Tetons continued to expand with additions of milk cows and the buckskin horses he was fond of. When it was time to go on the annual hunting trips over the mountains, Dick took the entire family along. Leigh’s diaries give an in-depth picture of the challenges they faced on the frontier. Whether setting his trap lines, hunting with his son Dick, Jr., leading hunting parties or assisting any of the increasing number of new settlers arriving in the Snake River valley, Beaver Dick Leigh was a busy and well-respected member of the community.
He built a ferry at the Eagle Nest Ford on the Henry’s Fork of the Snake, free for anyone to use. He acted as liaison between the tribes and authorities at the new Fort Hall Reservation, advising them about Indian movements on and off the reservation.
In the winter of 1876, an Indian woman seeking food visited the Leighs. They did not know she had smallpox. All of the Leigh family and another hunter caught the disease. Between Christmas Eve and Dec. 28, all of Beaver Dick’s family died; he and the hunter barely survived.
In 1879, Dick Leigh, age 48, married 16-year-old Susan Tadpole, who had been promised to him at birth. The couple had three children: Emma, 1881; William, 1886; and Rose, 1891.

While camped near Two Ocean Creek on the Continental Divide in the fall of 1891, they were visited by Theodore Roosevelt and his hunting party. Beaver Dick and Teddy conversed for a spell, sharing stories and hunting tales.
Dick continued to guide hunting parties as long as his health permitted. Eventually, he had to turn over this business to his son William. He also kept in touch with the many friends he had made over the years, writing letters to a lengthy list of correspondents.
Beaver Dick Leigh died March 29, 1899, age 68, in the company of family and friends. He is buried beside his family on a high terrace overlooking his ranch near Rexburg, Idaho. His memory and legacy are well preserved in his letters and diaries, as well as the namesake features in the Jackson Hole valley he loved.

Two winners will be chosen for a prize: one for a $5 Amazon gift card and one an ebook from my collection. To enter, all you have to do is tell me something you found interesting about Beaver Dick Leigh’s story.
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Both his wives were 16 when he married them.
Yes. Indian girls in particular married young.
The whole story was interesting. The fact that he married two very young Indian ladies. He also died at a young age.
Yes, he did. He would make an interesting character to add to a historical novel.
Fascinating story all-around. He sounds like he was respected by many. He was lucky to have survived small pox.
Mount Hope, where he and his sister lived in Pennsylvania, is now home to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire.
Is it? How interesting. I used to love to go to the Renaissance Faire, but the one here is many miles away and I have no way to get there. It’s fun to attend, though.
Found it very interesting and the work of the universe that he did eventually marry the girl he helped birth.
Thanks, Nan. Appreciate you commenting. I thought it was a fascinating story, but I love anything historical. Guess that’s why I write them, huh?
I thought it was incredible that Beaver Dick and the hunter survived from the smallpox that killed all the other members of his family. So sad for him.
Some people had a natural immunity to the disease, but it is amazing. They were very lucky.
Dick Beaver was an explorer. He stayed true to his heart and lived a vibrant, full life.
Yes, he did, Kathy. He lived an amazing life. It’s too bad he died so young, but that’s how it was back then. Anyone who lived much past their 40s were lucky and had good genes.
I found it interesting that he in fact married the Susan whom he helped deliver.
Yes, I wonder how she felt about being married off to a man so much older, but that happened often back then, not only to Native American girls but to white girls as well. Marriages were made to benefit the family more than because of love.
Good morning Charlene! I found that at age 7 years he left home and became a trapper. Now days we won’t even leave our children alone at age 7.
I enjoyed all the Guns for Hire series! Best wishes to you Charlene!
Thank you, Tracy. I appreciate your comments. Men often left home early back then, sometimes because of poverty and the need to help the family. I’m thankful to have been born when I was. It was a good time in history, much better than now.
Thankfully he kept a good diary so we can learn from him!
Yes, it’s too bad more people didn’t leave them from that time, although I imagine many did, and the diaries simply didn’t survive.
oh but this is interesting. I have never heard of this man before now. Thanks for sharing. I find it interesting that both of his wives were young. That he enjoyed the quiet and simple life.
Hi, Lori. I thought the story fascinating. That’s why I decided to share it today. I think, back then, many men enjoyed the simple life like Dick did. It just wasn’t easy to do because of family obligations and financial needs. DIck was a very strong man in every way, but it’s remarkable he survived his childhood, being on his own at such a young age.
I found it amazing that he married Susan Tadpole even though she was so much younger than him.
Yes, Rhonda. Thanks for commenting. To tell the truth, I felt sorry for Susan. I doubt she had much choice in the matter.
Welcome back, Charlene!! We’re always so happy to see you. Your blog about Beaver Dick is really interesting. Those mountain men had a law of their own I think and pretty much just did their own thing. I think the fact that he was a reader shocked me. Most didn’t back then. I admire him in a lot of ways. Enjoy your visit, dear friend.
Hey, Linda. Thanks for the comments. You’re right about mountain men having a law of their own. They were a very independent breed of men. I wish more had left diaries. Yes, so few people in that era learned to read, and that’s a shame. Think of how much pleasure and relief from their troubles and responsibilities they could have had. Especially the women. It was more common for men to learn to read than for women. Men saw no need for women to learn such skills, the selfish rats.
He did marry young. His second was promised to him was a bit strange considering her age.
Actually, it was fairly common for girls to be promised to older men at birth, even further back in history than the nineteenth century. Often, girls were married as children, but the men had to refrain from bedding them until they reached a more reasonable age. Thanks for your comments, Debra.
Hey, Linda. Thanks for the comments. You’re right about mountain men having a law of their own. They were a very independent breed of men. I wish more had left diaries. Yes, so few people in that era learned to read, and that’s a shame. Think of how much pleasure and relief from their troubles and responsibilities they could have had. Especially the women. It was more common for men to learn to read than for women. Men saw no need for women to learn such skills, the selfish rats.
What I liked about Beaver Dick, was the location he loved the most. Jackson Hole valley is a beautiful place. We have visited there twice and fell in love with the area.
He was quite a hardworking man, and sure was successful at many things.
Yes, I agree, Judy. I would have loved living there back then, before it was civilized. But, then, I’d love living there now too. It’s one of the more gorgeous spots in the country.
Wow, I’ve never heard of him before. How awful for his family to have died from smallpox. It’s always fascinating when people keep diaries, it lets us glimpse at life from another time!
It was sad learning he lost his family to smallpox. I found it quite fascinating he did marry the girl he helped deliver as a baby.
Yes, that was mighty bad blow. I felt bad for the girl he delivered because she was so young, and had no choice in the matter, and he was so much older. But that’s how it was back then.
That he waited for Susan to grow up and his resilient efforts to live in that environment
I agree, Anita. Such an interesting man and life.
The entire blog post was fascinating
Thanks, Jcp. Glad you enjoyed it.
Interesting that they would have milk cows when most cows in the West were not.
I’d love to know where you got that information. I’ve never heard that before. It was important to many pioneer families to have milk cows for their children’s sake. They took them on wagon trains. And there were cows on cattle drives because I read mention of there being calves whose mothers would have been there too.
The fact that he kept a diary. Not many mountain men did that.
Yes, wouldn’t it be nice if more men kept them. Such a shame not to have those records. Thank, Jackie.
The whole post I found fascinating, including the photos! It’s so sad about him losing his first wife, and children to small pox. And crazy to me that he actually ended up marrying Susan Tadpole!
Thanks, Sabrina. I might say that at his age, when he married Susan, maybe he couldn’t get any other wife, but Native American girls had little choice in who they married. It was up to her father. Glad I didn’t have to live then, much as I love the Old West.
He never gave up and his commitment to his family and his love for the land is very apparent. The grief he would have gone through in the death of his first family after trying to keep them alive would be overwhelming.
Hi, Karijean. Love your unusual name. Might have to steal it for one of my future books, if you don’t mind.
This blog post was so interesting, I read it twice. I love learning about people who lived long ago. While I found all of it interesting, what really intrigued me was that Dick married the baby who he helped deliver.
Thank you, Susan. Like you, I love learning about people who lived other lives in other times and places. It seems you’re not alone in your interest in Dick marrying Susan Tadpole.
he sold furs in Utah Territory
Yes, and he lived in Idaho as well as Wyoming. Very interesting character. I enjoyed learning and writing about him.
To be honest, I found the entire story interesting! I can’t imagine losing my entire family to a disease. Working with the family in tow must have been difficult when the children were too young to ride on their own.
You’re right, Carrie, to travel with infants and young children must have been very difficult. But Indian women were used to it as the tribes moved often from winter camps to summer camps to hunting camps. And think of the women who had babies along the way. Not only Indian women, but it wasn’t unknown for babies to be born on the Oregon Trail. Life was rough then, children grew up fast, and people were tough.
What i found most interesting was that he married native women and raised families with them.
That was common with mountain men, Becky. Most mountain men like Jim Bridger, Kit Carson, and Jedidiah Smith, had Indian wives. Sometimes, the men had white wives back home, too. Indian wives were very helpful to their men. They cooked their meals, provided a tipi to live in, took care of their horses and weapons, tended their wounds, and gave them warmth in bed. If children came along, the women took care of them, too. Plus, the men were accepted by the tribes of the women, which granted them some protection.
Wow, such a hard life back then. I’m always amazed at how hard life was back then. We just don’t realize how easy we have it. I love that he was a redhead, as I have a red headed son!
Yes, you’re right, Carol. We don’t appreciate how good we have it these days. I’m a redhead too, though it looks brown in some light and photos. Thanks for reading my post and commenting.
I like that he made a ferry and allowed everyone to use it.
He was an industrious man, wasn’t he, building a ferry like that. And he was unique in not charging for it, although I bet he received some gifts for his service. Thanks for reading my post and commenting, Colleen.
How interesting, the whole article and how wonderful that he kept such great records. I especially loved the fact that he did, in fact, marry the young woman he helped deliver, Susan Tadpole.
It is sad there aren’t records of more of the people who lived during those times and made amazing contributions to our country but never received any recognition or were never heard of. Good people, who lived their lives as best they could, never hurt anyone but helped many.
Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate you reading my post and your comments. I agree that it’s sad more of our pioneers didn’t leave records behind like Dick did. Wouldn’t it be fun to read their journals?
I know men married much younger wives throughout history but his second marriage to a 16-year-old really caught my attention. At least it does sound as though the second marriage also went well. Thanks for sharing this with us and for running the giveaway.
You’re welcome, Mary. Thanks for reading my post and for commenting. I found Dick to be a bit unique for a mountain man, keeping a diary building a ferry. He wasn’t money hungry like so many men. He just wanted to live his life as he chose.
The fact he married so young wives (even though it wasn’t so strange back then the Indian girls married that young) sure caught my eye.
You’re right, Minna. It wasn’t unique for Indian girls to marry that young and to marry older men. Throughout history in many cultures, women married the men their fathers chose, usually because it benefited the family. It wasn’t so different for our white ancestors in America either. I’m so glad women enjoy much more freedom today. Thanks for your comment.
Good afternoon, Dick sounds very interesting , wow and he married a 16 yr. old when he was 48 , but I guess the parents had promised her to him. wow! Thank you for sharing this information about him, he is very interesting. Have a great weekend.
When Susan Tadpole was born and promised to Dick, the parents might have meant it in a honorary sense and not expected him to take them up on it. They might also not have expected Dick to live that long. Mountain men often died young. Thanks for the comment.
The whole blog was interesting to me. I am always surprised at how many photographs have survived from that time period. And, to have a picture of the homestead in addition to the traditional family portrait gives us so much more information about their lives.
It’s unusual for men like Dick to pose for photographs. Some went to the mountains to escape wives and/or the law, so for there to be so many of Dick is really a treat. But Dick was a good man and wasn’t as much of a hermit as some mountain men. He was fun to write about. Thanks for the comment.
It was all pretty interesting.
Glad you enjoyed it, Bridgette. Thanks for the comment.
I thought all of it was interesting! Him keeping a diary/journal was probably the best though because it’s how we were able to learn so much and most men wouldn’t keep those. Also loved how he built a ferry and let everyone use it.
Yes, Dick was unusual in both those ways, and I love finding diaries written back in the 19th century. So fascinating, and great research.
Hi Charlene,
I loved your post about Beaver Dick Leigh. I will have to try to find out more. I can’t imagine the hard life he lived at that time. It is truly sad that he lost his whole first family but did end up with Susan Tadpole. He had a second chance at happiness and was lucky that he lived through the smallpox. From what I have read he did live a long life at 68 years old. I am 69 so it is interesting how the times have changed and we are living longer lives. It is wonderful that he was able to meet Teddy Roosevelt. Beaver Dick had quite the life! Thank you for sharing such a great post. I loved reading about him, his life and families. The photos were great too.
Glad you enjoyed my post, Sharon. You’re right. Times have certainly changed. People still die young. My older sister died at your age, and my brother-in-law died at 49. Thank goodness that’s not the norm as it was in Dick’s time. Yes, he had quite a life. It would be interesting to go back in time and visit with him. Or with Teddy Roosevelt. Talk about an interesting life, Teddy had one too. Thanks for reading my post.
I think it’s interesting and horrible how parents promised and gave their daughters away the daughters should’ve had some say
I agree. Aren’t we lucky to be living in today’s world? Thanks for the comment, Crystal
This is the first time I heard any story about Beaver Dick, two things struck me… One was his correspondence with people he met, including Teddy Roosevelt, how cool that would have been to write and receive letters from Mr. Roosevelt. The second thing that struck me, is more a personal memory, my brother-in-law was a trapper, who died in his 40s; so there is still those who still choose a rugged, somewhat set apart life.
How interesting about your brother-in-law. Was he able to make a living at it? Thanks for the comments, Abbie.
This was an interesting post and I will have to say he was a very busy man to do all the things he did. Its had to believe he had two wives that were so young.
Hi, Quilt Lady, good to hear from you. Yes, Beaver Dick was an industrious man and a good provider. From what I could tell, he was a good provider and a good father. Such a shame about his first family.
What an interesting post. He was an amazing man. In a way he was not typical of many of the mountain men. He was evidently educated to a degree, corresponded with many people and kept a journal. He seems personable and sociable. Many mountain men lived that life so they did not have to interact with others except at rendezvous. He got around a lot and was a family who wanted to be with them, caring for them, and teaching them what he knew. It is so sad that his generosity and caring nature cost him his first family. It would be interesting to know more about how he reconnected with the Tadpole family and claimed his second bride. I am sure when he helped deliver her and the family promised her as his wife, he never expected to follow through on it. The Teton area is a favorite of mine. It is a beautiful area, not as flashy as its neighbor, Yellowstone, which is partly why I like it. I am curious if his family is still living in the area. Are they on the old homestead? Is the farm and cemetery still there? If we ever get back out that way, I will be looking for traces of his influence.
Yes, Dick was fascinating. I would love to know more about him. I wondered about his family, too. Were they in Jackson Hole, or in Idaho, where he died? I might have to find out. I feel more research calling me.
I was shocked and disgusted that he married two 16-year-old girls.
Women at that age were more mature than we were at that age, and especially Indian women. So it wasn’t like our 16-year-olds today getting married that young. I married at 19 and was too young. It was common for mountain men to marry Indian girls, and often they were that young. Thanks for commenting.