The St. James Hotel

Henry Lambert, born in France on October 28th, 1838, was a culinary professional with an impressive track record. He first learned to cook in Havre and eventually made his way to the United States in 1861 on a French sailing vessel, landing in Portland, Maine. From there, he journeyed to New York and then to Washington D.C., where he spent two months cooking for the Fifth Army Corps, including a month as a personal chef for General Grant himself.
Following his time with the army, Lambert returned to North Carolina before ultimately settling in Petersburg, Virginia, where he opened and ran his own restaurant. There are even reports that he had the great privilege of serving as Chef for President Abraham Lincoln prior to the president’s untimely passing. Lambert’s long and varied career in the culinary arts make him a true master of his craft and a valuable asset to any town or village.
Mr. Lambert entered into matrimony with Miss Schmidt in Petersburg, Virginia, in 1868, unfortunately, she passed away in 1882. Later on, he married Miss Mary Davis in Liberty, Missouri, with whom he had five children: William, Frank, Fred, Eugene, and a son John, who sadly passed away at the age of two. Mr. Lambert eventually decided to venture westward and settled in Elizabethtown, New Mexico, where he spent six months in the mining industry with limited success.
Lucien Maxwell, a prominent figure and influential landowner in the territory, recognized Lambert’s exceptional culinary skills and encouraged him to open a new establishment in a more prosperous location along the Santa Fe trail in Cimarron NM. Driven by this enticing opportunity, Lambert began construction of what eventually became known as the Lambert Inn. Initial features of this establishment included a Saloon, Billiard hall, and restaurant, which were completed by 1872. Shortly thereafter, additional rooms were added to transform the Inn into a full-fledged hotel that catered to cowboys, traders, miners, and all sorts of travelers. The saloon became a favorite spot for locals and tourists alike and was instrumental in the Inn’s growing popularity. Under Lambert’s management, the Inn continued to thrive, with guest rooms eventually added in 1880 raising the Inn’s profile as one of the most upscale hotels in the Western United States.
Cimarron was a town with limited law and order, and the saloon was notorious for its violent reputation. It has been reported that 26 men lost their lives within the confines of its adobe walls. It was not uncommon for the town to discuss the events that occurred at Lambert’s the night before, with questions such as “Who was killed at Lambert’s last night?” and “Did Lamberts claim another victim?” becoming a regular occurrence.
The Lambert Inn has a rich history of hosting well-known figures, including both lawmen and outlaws. Among them were Buffalo Bill Cody and Annie Oakley who met at the hotel to begin planning and rehearsing their famous Wild West Show. Fred Lambert, son of the inn’s proprietor, was born during a blustery snow storm and was affectionally nicknamed “Cyclone Dick” by Buffalo Bill, who was also honored to be Fred’s godfather. As Fred grew up, he developed into an accomplished law enforcement officer, serving as both Cimarron’s sheriff, tribal police, and territory marshall, learning everything he knew from Buffalo Bill Cody. With the departure of Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley, they took with them an entire village of Indians from the Cimarron area to continue their show on the road.
The Lambert Inn has had the privilege of hosting many prominent guests, including General Sheridan, Governor Lew Wallace, and artist Frederick Remington. Notable figures like Bat Masterson and Doc Holliday have also frequented the Inn. Additionally, famous outlaws such as Jesse James have stayed in Room 14 under the pseudonym “Mr. Howard.” While the hotel boasts a rich history, there have been unfortunate incidents, such as the murder of Thomas James Wright in his room after winning ownership of the hotel in a card game. Or when Davy Crockett jr. a descendant of the original Davy Crockett killed three Buffalo soldiers inside the hotel’s bar room in 1876.
The arrival of the railroads marked a decline in the Santa Fe trail, subsequently resulting in a reduction of miners and the disappearance of gold from the vicinity. As a result, Cimarron’s population began to dwindle, and the Hotel fell into disrepair. In 1901, Henry Lambert’s sons, Fred and Gene, repaired the hotel’s roof, where they made an unexpected observation. Over 400 bullet holes were evident in the bar’s ceiling, and a dual layer of thick wood saved the lives of those sleeping upstairs from being killed. Presently, the dining room retains 22 visible bullet holes in its ceiling.
In 1913, Henri Lambert passed away and was laid to rest in the Cimarron cemetery. Following his death, the hotel changed ownership numerous times and ultimately fell into disrepair. However, in 1985 the St. James Hotel was beautifully restored to its previous opulence. It is worth noting that Mary Lambert, Henri’s beloved wife, also passed away in 1926. The rich history of this establishment is a testament to the enduring legacy of its founders and the dedication of those who helped to safeguard its future. Today, the ghosts of the past are proud to offer guests an unforgettable experience at the St. James Hotel, where they can enjoy the impeccable amenities and rich cultural heritage.
The St. James Hotel is known for its rich history, attracting visitors from all over the world. While some claim to have experienced paranormal occurrences, the hotel remains a popular destination for travelers. Psychics who have visited the hotel have identified three specific ghosts, and reports describe the second floor as the most active area, with accounts of chilling cold spots and the scent of cigar smoke lingering in the halls. The previous manager described feeling and hearing the presence of these ghosts, while a former owner reported seeing a ranch hand or cowboy in the bar’s mirror. The hotel’s spiritual activity has been featured on popular television shows such as “Unsolved Mysteries” and “A Current Affair.” Room 18 at the hotel is kept locked due to the presence of the spirit of Thomas James Wright, who unfortunately passed away in that room after being shot from behind. A prior manager said
“you never see them, but you do feel and hear them.”

The St. James hotel, located at 617 S. Collision Street in Cimarron, has a rich history that includes reports of strange occurrences experienced both by guests and staff. In January 2009, the hotel was acquired by the Express UU Bar Ranch, which oversaw renovations that merged the formal dining room and bar into a larger space. Additionally, the courtyard and patio were enclosed by a wall and included a fountain to enhance the ambiance. The hotel reopened on June 22, 2009, and has since maintained its haunted charm with the creaky staircase and tilted chandeliers. Interestingly, the hotel rooms are named after those who frequented the establishment in the late 1800s. The hotel remains operational today, and in the interest of guest safety and comfort, the use of Ouija boards is strictly prohibited.

"Though I had seen the St. James Hotel featured several times on the popular television show “Unsolved Mysteries” and was very impressed with the stories, I never thought I would have the opportunity to visit there, let alone spend the night. However, in the late 1980s, I took a new job installing payphones all over the State of New Mexico. When I was given the task of installing several phones in the Cimarron area, I decided to spend the night at the St. James Hotel. That first night, I stayed in the Zane Gray room, and as I was getting ready to take a shower, I noticed a small mirror hanging on the wall that was rocking back and forth. Click, click. Click, click. Though I tried to ignore it, the clicking sound persisted until I finally walked over to the mirror and felt the wall to see if it was vibrating. It wasn’t. I then looked into the mirror to see if I might see the reflection of something other than myself. Nope, nothing but me. Then I touched the mirror on the lower corner, holding it to the wall, before slowly taking my finger off. The rocking stopped. Before going to the shower, I looked at the mirror and said out loud, with a smile on my face, “What’s the matter, are you tired of playing?” The mirror went, click, click, and stopped. Over the next few months, I had several more opportunities to stay at The St. James Hotel. In fact, I would plan my trips so that the Cimarron area would be my last stop and always stayed in the Zane Gray room. However, nothing more happened until what turned out to be my last stay there. Just down the hall from my room is another small circular room with a poker table. I always thought it would be great fun to play poker there but never had the chance. On that night, I had gone to bed early, having to be in Colorado the next morning and needing to get an early start in order to get back to my home in Rio Rancho, New Mexico the next night. However, I was having trouble getting to sleep, and as I tossed and turned, I began to hear the sounds of people talking down the hall. It was odd, as I was the only guest in the hotel that night. As I listened to the voices, it sounded as if they were calling poker games, such as “Jokers Wild” or “Jacks or Better to Open.” Curious, I got up, pulled on my pants, opened the door, and looked down the hall. There, in the corridor, was a lady in a bright red, ruffled, 19th-century period dress. Looking a little annoyed, she was holding a round serving tray. I went back into my room, thinking this might be my chance to play a little card game in the circular room I had always wondered about. I put on a shirt, went back out, and walked down the hallway to the poker room. When I poked my head in, three men, all in period dress, were playing poker. One of them asked me if I wanted to get in, to which I responded: “What are the stakes?” “$20.00 ante,” he replied. Unfortunately, all I had with me was a $20 bill and a company credit card. Having to decline, I went back to my room and went to sleep. (For those of you who do not play poker, the “ante” is the price to get into the game. I would have needed more in order to bet.) When I got up about 5:30 a.m., I got my stuff together and as I walked down the hall I looked in the poker room. It was spotless — no empty bottles, no cigarette butts, not even a dirty glass. I then went downstairs to the front desk to check out and asked the desk clerk, “Were there any big winners last night?” “What do you mean?” she replied. “Those guys playing poker upstairs last night,” I said. Shaking her head, she said, “Mr. Jenkins, I’ve been here all night, and you were the only one upstairs.” I just stood there speechless. Feeling as though I had just been hit over the head, I then simply walked away, left the hotel, and have never had the opportunity to return. I was absolutely sure that those people that I had seen the night before had been part of some kind of show or had been to a square dance or something because of their dress. They seemed so much like “flesh and blood” people. But the desk clerk had said I was there alone and no one is allowed upstairs at night unless they are guests of the hotel. I don’t know what I experienced, but I wish I had stayed a while longer and talked to “them” more. Like so many other experiences that we have on a daily basis, I berated myself later for not having asked the men their names. What would have happened if I had asked them to leave? Would they have simply disappeared? Of course, I wouldn’t have asked them to leave — I truly thought they were “real” when I saw them. As I write this, the hair on my arms is standing up. It’s a funny thing; I remember so much of that encounter as if it happened just yesterday. On the other hand, there are so many details that have totally escaped me. I compare my experience to a chance meeting of someone that you respect and look up to and not recognize them, only to find out later who they were. There are so many things I wish I would have said and done. If only I had ………… I don’t do drugs, and I don’t drink. Nothing quite like this has happened to me before"
St. James Hotel
Tom Jenkins
"As ghost hunters, we were excited to stay in the second most haunted room of the St. James Hotel. As told on the Unsolved Mysteries TV series, the most haunted room has been sealed for the protection of hotel employees and guests. The ghostly inhabitant still makes a claim to owning the hotel as he won it in an Old West poker game on the very same night he was murdered in room 18. This hotel is full of Old West history, having guests such as Jesse James and Doc Holliday. We walked about the hotel using our EMF meters and found some strange readings. We also gathered some strange sounds from room 18 (the sealed room), which we are still analyzing. As I was falling asleep, I felt a tender touch on my back and then noticed that my wife was not lying near enough to have touched me. When I inquired if she had just touched me…she had not! Immediately after, she was startled by invisible fingers gliding over her hand. Finally, we slept, until 3:00 a.m. when we were awakened by a strange scream coming from inside our room, the Mary Lambert room. I began taking photographs, one of which contained a vortex. Vortexes are funnels of energy that are associated with ghostly activity. The strangest phenomenon was a picture I had taken of the second-story window. There is a face in the window…not a reflection, not someone looking in. A ghostly face staring back as I was walking past the forbidden room 18. Even if you are not a ghost hunter, the history, the wonderful staff, and the great food make St. James Hotel a wonderful vacation spot."
St. James Hotel
Rick Smithson

Watch the first story of season 4 episode 7 Unsolved Mysteries, featuring The St. James Hotel

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