She buried three husbands and then hit the cattle trail in 1873 with her children and a grandchild in tow. Margaret Heffernan was born in Ireland, and when she was five years old, two Irish empresarios went to New York to recruit newly arrived immigrants to settle on their

land grant in South Texas. In 1829 her father, who had been a candle maker in Ireland became a rancher in the McMullen and McGloin Colony on the prairie outside San Patricio. Stories vary about how Margaret’s father died—either by an Indian attack or by Mexican soldiers in the lead up to the Texas Revolution. Another story claims that at the outbreak of the war, Margaret’s mother fled with her four children to the presidio at Goliad, and they were spared the massacre because they were so fluent in Spanish that they were thought to be Mexicans. I suppose that story must be true since I know of no record of women and children (Texan or Mexican) being massacred at Goliad.
Margaret married at nineteen, gave birth to a baby girl and was widowed at twenty when her husband lost a gunfight on the streets of Victoria. A few years later Margaret married again, had two more children, and lost that husband to yellow fever in 1855. About three years later, Margaret married Alexander Borland, who was said to be the richest rancher in the county. Margaret bore four more children. One of her sons-in-law, the Victoria Advocate newspaper editor and historian, Victor Rose, wrote this flowery comment about Margaret Borland: “a woman of resolute will, and self-reliance, yet was she not one of the kindest mothers. She had, unaided, acquired a good education, her manners were lady-like, and when fortune smiled upon her at last in a pecuniary sense, she was as perfectly at home in the drawing room of the cultured as if refinement had engulfed its polishing touches upon her mind in maidenhood.”
Margaret partnered with her husband in the ranching business; however, 1867 proved to be another year of tragedy. Alexander Borland died in the spring while on a trip to New Orleans. Later that year a dreadful yellow fever epidemic that swept inland from the Texas coast, killed thousands, including four of Margaret’s children and one infant grandson.
As widow and owner of the ranch, Margaret managed its operations and enlarged her holdings to more than 10,000 cattle. The Chisholm Trail had proved so profitable that in the spring of 1873 Margaret led a cattle drive of about 2,500 head from Victoria to Wichita, Kansas. She took a group of trails hands, two sons who were both under fifteen, a seven-year-old daughter, and an even younger granddaughter. After reaching Wichita, Margaret became ill with what was called both “trail fever” and “congestion of the brain.” She died on July 5, 1873, before she had time to sell her cattle

Collection of Library of Congress on deposit at Amon Carter Museum of American Art, Fort Worth.
Although at least four women are known as “Cattle Queens” for having taken the cattle trail, it is thought that Margaret Heffernan Borland was the only woman to ride the trail without being accompanied by her husband.
Thanks for this very interesting story! 🙂
You are welcome.
Heffernan was quite the woman, no doubt, those strong Celtic genes and an iron will. She’s mentioned in some textbooks in Irish schools but not as well documented as you have done,
Dear Myra.
You do her full justice.
Thank you once again for a wonderful sharing
Always with love
john
I am delighted to know she made some Irish school textbooks. Dear John, thanks for letting me know.
Thanks, as always, Myra. I was not aware that any women were ever involved in cattle drives. I hope her herd arrived at the railroad and the proceeds of their sale went to her kids.
I know the herd arrived before she died. I’ve also wondered if her family actually received payment.
The women in this era had to be so strong and willful. I love your stories Myra. I wish I lived closer to you and could help you. I’m pretty good at following directions too. Waiting for the next story. I’m not traveling very much at all b/c of my back. I have excellent doctors here in Wichita for which I am mighty thankful. I hope you and Stroud are doing well.
I am grateful that you continue to follow my blog. Wichita has a wonderful medical center. I am glad you can benefit from being so near.