Pythias Hall, which resembles a Flemish castle—is unaltered enough to qualify for the National Register of Historic Places. Even so, with its colorful facades and pleasant brick walks, this enclave is an attractive, if newly minted, souvenir of the city’s early days.

From about 1867 to the mid-1880s, Fort Worth was a provisioning stop on the way out on the Eastern Trail and a place for cowboys to spend money and let off steam on the way home. To tempt them, one veteran of the trail recalled, “solicitors from the big grocery stores of Fort Worth met us on horseback several miles from the city, bearing such gifts as bottles of whiskey and boxes of fine cigars.”

At the center of all this activity was the longhorn, a hardy, lanky breed evolved from cattle left by the earlier Spanish occupiers. “The Texas Longhorn made more history than any other breed of cattle the civilized world has known,” writes the historian J. Frank Dobie; “...he will remain the bedrock on which the history of the cow country of America is founded.”

With the close of the Civil War, a nation that had mainly eaten pork suddenly favored beef, and cattle that cost Texans as little as four dollars a head were gathered for a great migration to distant markets in Kansas and Missouri where they would command as much as forty dollars. This demand attracted railroads to the Southwest and settlers to West Texas, where two generations later oil would be found. “When it had nothing else...,” says Dobie, “Texas had more and more land for the raising of cattle and more and more cattle for the world beyond.”

As the railroads inched west, the trails withered. Now that cattle could be shipped from various assembly points, the packing plants moved in. The Fort Worth stockyards roared to life just after the turn of the century, quickly to become the second-largest packing center in the country. They still stand, three miles north of the downtown area, and they provide the best possible look at Fort Worth as frontier town. For the stockyards’ survival we can thank a degree of neglect that fell over the north side after the packers, Swift and Armour, closed up shop in the 1960s and 1970s. And much credit is due residents of the area and former stockyards employees who knew what treasure they had in the Livestock Exchange, the Cowtown Coliseum, and the Mule Barns.

This was largely a self-contained company town, a headquarters for livestock dealers and for suppliers of rope, boots, and grain as well as for bankers and merchants. At its peak the place was in action round the clock, seven days a week. Each day five hundred or more cars of livestock arrived and at least seventy-five cars of processed meat were shipped out. There were brawls and the occasional shoot-out as cattlemen and townsfolk crowded into the saloons that lined Exchange Street. There was the bawling of

cows and the braying of mules. And there were the smells. Sue McCafferty, who with her husband, Charles, founded the North Fort Worth Historical Society, grew up here. She claims that the only unbearable stench was from the rendering plant: “It could take your head off.” Otherwise she recalls with affection the odor of the cow pens, hay, and alfalfa: “I never felt I was home until I got close enough to smell that.”

It’s not hard to conjure up the gritty, raucous days of the stockyards while wandering the square mile or so that makes them up. Cowboys still amble dusty, arcaded streets, and rails mark the places where horses were tied. Dark, leathery-smelling shops still purvey saddles and boots, and you can buy a drink at the Star Cafe or the White Elephant Saloon. You can even stay overnight at the Stockyards Hotel, a comfortable 1907 building with Western furnishings, reproduction and antique. The majestic 1902 Livestock Exchange Building—all forty-six thousand square feet—continues to preside over the scene, the only exchange of its era left in the country. This was once home to dozens of livestock-related businesses; now there are only a few, along with several art galleries and the historical society. Plenty of offices are empty. The historical society’s director, Sue McCafferty, asked me to write that her group is trying to raise funds to buy the Livestock Exchange from its New York owners to ensure its preservation. I gladly oblige.

Next to the Exchange stands the Cowtown Coliseum, built in 1908 for livestock shows and now home to a Saturday-night rodeo. The humble mule barns actually have a stake in history; as the largest horse and mule market in the world during the First World War, they drew agents from Europe who came to bid for the stock. Flanked by slender towers, the gateway to the barns achieves a kind of splendor more appropriate to a church than to a mule’s home.

Flaunting a style variously called Cowtown Baroque, Mission, or Spanish Revival, all these buildings have a presence and an aura that goes beyond their homely functions. Their parapets, bell towers, cupolas, shaded verandas, red tile roofs, and graceful railings, their height and breadth and airy interior spaces, seem to express perfectly the pride that drove Fort Worth at just that time and place.

—Carla Davidson