Mondak a Wet/Dry town on the border
April 4 marks date of a horrific incident in the long-gone town of Mondak. (Follow the links to get all the gruesome details.) It’s the date when two local peace officers were shot and the killer was lynched — 95 years ago. It’s why some people claim that when the ice goes out of the Missouri River, that a ghost lurks about the bridge. Some people claim to see a ghostly body floating on ice chunks floating down the river.
Mondak was a working man’s town right on the border of Montana and North Dakota. “Working women” too south of town, across the railroad tracks.
The plan was to make Mondak a shipping town situated on the railroad and the Missouri River. In 1913 and 1914, the big project was the lift bridge at Snowden and Nohly that would carry trains south to Fairview, Cartwright and Sidney, Montana.
The real claim to fame for the town was its location — straddling the legal boundaries between dry North Dakota and wet Montana. Not climate, but liquor. A bar on the state line served liquor on the Montana side of the state line. Drinking people from as far as Williston would come down to Mondak to imbibe.
As a black man, he was initially welcome in the enclave of buffalo soldiers and other colored men and women who kept to themselves in the midst of the white population.
A few Native Americans from the reservations on either side of the area were relatively rare. It was mostly a black and white community.
JC made a name for himself as a trouble maker, even in the group he stayed with. It was one of those spats with a fellow worker and his wife that resulted in the Sheriff and a couple of deputies to go looking for him. (Follow the link to get all the gruesome details.)
The law officers found him.
He shot them.
The town beat the bushes for the killer.
(Follow the link to get all the gruesome details)
The mob tied a rope to the bumper of a Ford, tossed over the cross beam of a telephone pole and strung him up.
Later they took down his body, tossed it in the river where it landed on a chunk of ice.
No one was charged with the lynching. No one admitted to it publicly. Though the families of many of the lynch mob knew what had happened.
The Full Story
It’s a colorful story we developed after hours of old newspaper searches and is told in two parts, staring here. (Follow the link to get all the gruesome details)
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