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Before long Old Dutch was wagging his tail and looking quite friendly. With the last piece of meat in my hand, I went out into the yard and as he ran toward me, wagging his tail, I fed him, patting him and walking around the yard with him,” Mr. Pollock related in his autobiography.
But even with Old Dutch on guard, Mr. Pollock’s horse was poisoned. Plagued by financial troubles, he lost the sawmill equipment and the horses for the livery stable. His beloved dogs were attached for outstanding debts. His father contracted pneumonia and died, and a few weeks later, a fire — believed to be arson to cover up burglaries — destroyed all the buildings at Stony Man Camp.
But he persisted. He welcomed the spring of 1884 by advertising a camping party on Stony Man Mountain. Tents went up, a dining hall and cabins were built and the camp was christened Sky land.
His lawyer counseled impressive authority and so he turned himself — all 116 pounds — into a miniature Teddy Roosevelt. He wore high boots, fringed corduroy trousers and a fringed corduroy hunting shirt that hung almost to his knees. He strapped a .45 revolver around his waist, and he capped the costume with a ten-gallon hat.
Dressed for the Battle of San Juan Hill, he fought for Stony Man Mountain, fending off creditors and tax collectors with one hand and drunken mountain men.
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