The Cowboy College That Turn Scholars into Men

At Deep Springs, students are expected to slay cows/ churn their own butter and discuss Heidegger. Adam Higginbotham reports from America’s most eccentric college.

It is about ten o’clock in the morning when the cows panic. After being driven down the narrow channel for inoculation? Most of the cattle have gone quietly. But this one – a wild-eyed crossbreed – throws its forelegs up and over the 6ft wall of the corral. It’s trying, impossibly, to escape. Ian Bensberg, a ticket-set, bearded 19-year-old, sprints across the yard, plants his feet in the dirt beside the fence and draws back his right fist. With all his strength, he punches the cow in the face. The huge animal is checked for a second. He hits it again; a pause. Then he throws a final punch – a determined left hook. The cow disappears, its hooves scrabbling down the timber wall. It’s a startling spectacle.

Bensberg is in his second year here at Deep Springs College, an elite boys-only academy on a ranch in California. A devotee of Homeric Greek, he plans to go to Oxford this year; he has applied to read classics at Corpus Christi. «Greek really runs to my taste,» he says.

Almost a mile up in the Inyo Mountains of eastern California, four hours’ drive from Las Vegas and accessible only by a single precipitous road, the Deep Springs Valley is a long way from anywhere. It was here, in 1917, that Lucien Lucius Nunn discovered a place called the Swinging T ranch and realized he had found the location for the school of his dreams, where he hoped to «develop men of fixed purpose and character, who will dedicate themselves to the higher cause of service». Nunn, a diminutive man who in 1889was president of the first bank robbed by Butch Cassidy, made a fortune developing America’s first AC power grid, but later became interested in the education of young men. Convinced that conventional universities produced students too driven by materialism and too often distracted by drinking and womanising, he wanted to return society to purer principles.

Nunn hoped to create a new elite – leaders of tomorrow motivated by altruism. Education at his Spartan college would be free and built on «three pillars»: labour, academia and self-government. Students would learn the value of physical work, the enlightenment of the liberal arts, and the responsibilities of setting the rules for their own community. Nunn picked the first 20 students, brought them to the valley in October 1917, and explained the «isolation policy»: drugs, alcohol; and tobacco were forbidden, and no student was to leave the valley during term time. Then he issued them with tents, their first task was to finish constructing the campus buildings in which they would sleep, eat and learn.

Even for the brightest students, Deep Springs is fearsomely hard to get into. For a start, only men need apply. And only those who score in the top 1% of American high-schools’ Standardised Aptitude Tests are usually considered. Each year up to 16 high-school graduates are accepted on the two-year course (on a scholarship worth $50, 000); most then go on to university. The application process is exacting. There are rounds of essays – seven in total, on questions such as «What’s evil? » on the basis of this material , 40 candidates are invited to spend four days at the college, to be interviewed by a panel of ten students and staff, and to work on the ranch. The experience of labouring in the desert in midwinter is enough to put many off. «It’s fairly forbidding – cold wind, grey sky, no moisture and they are out working in the fields,» says the college president, Ross Peterson. «A lot of them will tell you before they live, “I don’t think I can be here.”»

Officially each student at Deep Springs must put in 20 hours of labour a week, but in reality there’s a lit more than that to do. The small staff includes a cook, a farm manager and the 57-year-old ranch manager, Geoff Pope, whom generations of Deep Springs regard as the model of the «cowboy intellectual», a graduate in Russian literature who has spent 40 years working with cattle. But the daily work – from cleaning the lavatories and preparing meals to tending, slaughtering and butchering the cattle – is done by the students. The work gives the students a new prospective on a world they have grown up taking for granted. «A breakfast table looks different, » wrote the Deep Springs alumnus Jack Newell in an essay in 1993, «to someone who has milked cows, churned butter, slaughtered hogs and dug potatoes. »

Of Deep Springs’s many idiosyncrasies, it’s the self-government that makes the place truly stand out. The students themselves almost all the important decisions about their education, the environment in which they live and the future of the school itself. The student body votes on everything, choosing the subjects they study and helping hire the staff who teach them. They oversee the applications

Process and pick the students who will succeed them. They also vote on – and enforce – Nunn’s isolation policy. At an age when many of their peers are preoccupied with alcohol and girls, their decision to abstain from principled asceticism: many Deep Springs drink during the holidays.

Nunn died eight years after founding Deep Springs, without ever having quite explained what the point of it all was. He intended that Deep Springs should prepare students for a life of service to humanity, but never clarified exactly what he meant this to be. This vagueness was a kind of genius: the students’ constant reinterpretation of his scant credo means that Deep Spring was, and continues to be a radical experiment. When they leave, students are expected to repay their debt to the college by serving others – but the choice of how to do so is up to them. Nunn’s education was not designed to lead to a specific career, but to a specific approach to whatever career its students chose. «If something goes wrong», write Jack Newell, «instead of walking away from it, they are inclined to say, ‘How can I fix this?’»The college has produced a remarkably disparate group of men. From 85 years’ worth of graduates, there are very few famous alumni: the novelist William T.Vollman is one; the Virginia Congressman Jim Olin another. But Deep Springs does turn out many activists, teachers and ecologists, farmers, writers and pastors. Many of them go on to Harvard. Half never marry.

During my stay at Deep Springs I ask the students what they think is the most important thing they’ve learned since they arrived. None of them mentions Heidegger, Homer, cattle drives or alfalfa. Instead, almost all say the same thing: that living day out with such a small group of people, they’ve learnt to get on with other human beings. «You are forced to confront people», says Ian Bensberg. «Intelligent people, whose judgements you respect, can disagree with you about what you think is a good book. In labour, if you do a bad job they criticize your work. » Standing out in the desert, smoking a Lucky Strike (the tobacco ban was repealed by the student body six years ago), Bensberg reflects on how his view of the world has changed since he left his home in Greenwood, Indiana. Her, he says, there is a purity to the landscape. Back in suburbia the sky is different. «It has this old pinkish tinge to it which I never noticed before. The night sky here – you get used to seeing so many stars. In Greenwood you look up and there’s, like, four stars and a pink cloud, and it’s very disappointing. It looks, » he says, «sickly».

Adam Higginbotham

/Week,Oct. 4, 2006/

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