Henry Giles, for whom Blue Valley's main settlement was named, lies
burried there. He died a horrible death in November, 1892.
Giles was only 35 when his horse fell and he was caught in the saddle.
His leg was broken. Gangrene set in. The people tried to save his life
by riding to fetch an old, self-trained doctor who lived over a hundred
miles away. The bishop's condition was critical when the "doctor"
arrived and, with a carpenter saw from the shed and a butcher knife
from the kitchen, amputated Giles' leg. There were no anesthetics, only
a newspaper rolled into a kind of a megaphone for the bishop to "holler"
into as a means of alleviating the pain.
stricken man died within a few days.
are other graves, many unmarked, in that pitiful little stormbeaten
cemtery. Some headstones have been broken
or tipped over by range cattle, and human vandals have desecrated other
graves -- hauling off markers as souvenirs.