A TRIP TO JACKSONVILLE.
BY IDA WEBSTER.
I went up one Saturday morning on the train and saw their new depot which resembles a small store more than anything else. Then I went out to Mr. Knowles' about 12 o'clock M. In the afternoon Lucerne Rolison and Willie Reames came out and we played ball and several other games. The boys went home and we got supper and then went to bed.
In the morning we got up and got breakfast and washed the dishes. Then we went out in the barn yard and Dora and Rena saddled and bridled the horses. While the girls were saddling the horses I took a ride on the girl's pet goat and it threw me off in the mud.
We mounted and were off. We got as far as Griffin Creek and thought we wouldn't have any fun unless we went across the water so we went across the creek. I pretty near fell in. There was a man there and he laughed till we thought he would fall in. We went on as far as Mr. True's place and then we came back and got dinner. After dinner Lucerne and Jim Howard, of Medford, and Mike Galney came out and we played about a couple of hours and then I went down to Jacksonville, boarded the train and returned to my home in Medford well pleased with my trip.
The Young Idea, Washington School publication, April 1891, page 4
A TRIP TO JACKSONVILLE.
BY GRACE DAVIS.
I went to Jacksonville on a swift passenger train which has just commenced running lately. The train is a combination of an engine and one passenger coach, and sometimes a freight car.
On my way to Jacksonville I saw a great many things of interest, green fields and pastures, farms, houses, orchards and some very beautiful flowers.
Some of the people I saw there were very good-looking, and others were not. I also saw some Chinamen, but they were not any different-looking than they are here, because they all look alike. I went around the city awhile and then to the court house to hear a speech, after which I got my dinner at a restaurant. I saw the jail, many large stores and several nice dwellings. For my part I like Medford the best of the two towns for the reasons that it is a larger place and is on the main railroad.
The Young Idea, Washington School publication, April 1891, page 4
A TRIP TO JACKSONVILLE.
BY ROSA MARCUM.
I reached Jacksonville in a cart drawn by a pony. When I reached the city the pony got scared at a little boy running away from a dog that was going to bite him. I saw some very queer old people there. I met an old gentleman and he asked me where I was going, and I told him I was going until I stopped. On further when we were going through the town we saw a cow trying to jump the fence to got some hay that was in the yard. On a little further I met a friend of mine and she took me to see the court house. It is a very large building and nicely finished. We went out to the park and there we heard some fine music. The band plays well. By this time we thought the pony was tired so we put him in the stable. When night came the train arrived in Jacksonville and we saw lots of Medford people. They said that they came to see the beautiful city of Jacksonville. In the morning I came home and my opinion is that Medford is far ahead of that place in many ways.
The Young Idea, Washington School publication, April 1891, page 4
The "Italy" of the North Pacific States.
THE GARDEN SPOT OF THE COAST
An Equable Climate--A Most Productive Soil--
A Wide-Awake People--Description of the Country.
It is with a degree of personal pride that I send The Oregonian this short sketch upon Jackson County for publication. For many years this portion of Southern Oregon was scarcely known, as its only way of communication with the outside world was by wagon across the mountains, which in many instances required several weeks. But since the advent of railroads the world at large is becoming more and better acquainted with it, and it is my intention that this sketch shall still further inform those who chance to read it.
Jackson County is in the heart of the famous Rogue River Valley, the "Italy of Oregon." It is bounded on the north by Douglas County, on the east by the Cascade Mountains, on the south by California and on the west by Josephine, and has an area of about 1,600,000 acres. About 275,000 acres are now under cultivation, and about as much more subject to profitable use for farming and fruit culture, the balance being equally divided into grazing and timber lands.
The arable land comprises the valley, table and rolling hill lands. The grazing comprises the lands too arid and hills too steep for general cultivation, which are generally sparsely covered with scattering timber. The best timber land comprises the slopes of the mountains, the more rugged hills and canyons and lands along the watercourses.
The general surface of the country embraces three divisions of land--that of the high mountaintops, that of the hills or broken ridges, and that in the valleys. The first is used for summer range for stock, the grass growing as the snow disappears, affording pasturage for large herds, and is also a desirable place for butter- and cheese-making. The hill land is the timber-bearing region and the home of the stockmen. The soil is capable of a high degree of cultivation, and as it is denuded of its timber is used for planting cereals and grasses. The valley land is composed of the successive alluvial deposits of different geological periods, and the constant disintegrations of the surrounding mountains. The soil in Jackson County is more varied than that of any other in the state, and it is not an unusual thing to find five or six different kinds on a farm of 100 acres.
This county takes in almost completely the large and fruitful valley of the Rogue River, with the converging uplands on every side and a large area of rolling and mountainous country. The great feature of the county is the valley, which is about sixty miles long and varying in width from two to twenty miles.
In a sense this great valley is not one valley, but a succession of valleys, as it is broken by rolling and hill lands into what might be termed several separate valleys. This condition of things is liable to lead one unacquainted with the country to erroneous conclusions, and it would be well for the intending settler to take time to examine the country thoroughly before forming a conclusion.
The Rogue River Valley occupies the central portion of Jackson County, and takes its name from the river which flows through its northern extreme, though Bear Creek drains the greater portion of the Rogue River Valley proper. The principal streams emptying into Rogue River on the south side are the south fork of the Rogue River, Big Butte, Little Butte, Bear Creek and Applegate, while on the north side, Button, Elk, Stearns, Sams, Trail and Evans creeks. Each one of these watercourses and its tributaries is the nucleus of a series of valleys and tablelands separated from its neighboring valleys by a range of hills. Properly speaking, the basin of Rogue River is not a valley, but a series of valleys, tablelands and hills. Many have thus been mistaken by supposing that a certain range of hills was the limit of the valley land.
The great diversity of soils and the admixture of the elements composing one class of soil with those of another grade render it exceedingly difficult to describe it, so that one not acquainted with its peculiarities and the climatic influences can form a rational conclusion concerning its merits. There is no frost to loosen or pulverize the mineral elements, but this work is done by chemical action caused by the admixture found in nearly ever grade of soil. To classify briefly, there are bottom, prairie, adobe, granite and a sand and clay soils. The bottom land is found along the rivers and creeks; the prairie soil on the prairie or tablelands; the adobe on the plains, tablelands and hills; the sand and clay loam in all parts of the valley. These soils are all good for special crops adapted to the nature of the soil. Besides these, along the hillsides there is more of a reddish cast, in which a decomposed granite, feldspar, mica, chloride of iron, clay and vegetable mold have been ground together by continual washing down the hillsides. This soil appears to be especially adapted to grapes and peaches, but will produce all other fruits of grain.
All cereals grow well on all soils and yield excellent crops. The straw is bright and clean, freer from rust or mildew and the grain full, plump and well matured. The best lands will average from 30 to 35 bushels of wheat and 40 to 50 bushels of oats per acre. Corn grows well on all good soils and yields on an average from 40 to 60 bushels to the acre.
Jackson County can truthfully be called the corn country of the state. Hitherto but little attention has been given to this product, but now that the market of the whole Pacific coast has been opened by rail there is an inducement to produce beyond the requirements of home consumption.
Farm grasses, such as timothy, clover, bluegrass, alfalfa, etc., grow in abundance on bottom lands, or lands irrigated, while the poorest, sandy, gravelly soil, favored by irrigation, will produce two or three crops of alfalfa each year.
The mildness of the climate, and the absence of any prevailing disease among stock, makes this an inviting country for the stock-grower. Very few furnish shelter for their stock in the winter season, nor is it necessary. Stock, ranging in the foothills, seldom require feeding in the winter. Where it is more densely settled in the valley, and the native grasses more exhausted, more hay for winter feeding or more tame pasturage is required.
The climate of Jackson County approaches, without reaching, the semi-tropical, and is highly favorable to a sort of production which, in the colder regions, needs the most careful nursing. The county is especially adapted to the growing of fruit. Until about three years ago this country was wholly destitute of transportation, excepting such as was afforded by wagon on a mountain road, and this fact will explain its slow development; but since the extension of the Oregon & California road, in 1884, giving it a connection with the general market at Portland, the metropolis of the state, progress has been wonderful. Population has increased rapidly; the area of cultivated land has been largely extended. In orcharding especially there has been great progress made, hundreds of thousands of orchard trees having been planted within the past twelve months. This season surpasses any other in the planting of orchards, and in a few years more, with the same progress, Jackson County will be able to furnish all the fruit the entire state of Oregon can use. Fruit canning and drying establishments are being erected throughout the county, so that all the fruit raised will be taken care of.
Forests of [a] fine quality of timber, consisting of yellow pine, sugar pine, white and red fir, and various other woods, useful in mechanical and manufacturing pursuits, are found along the headwaters of the Rogue River and its tributaries. This timber can be floated down the streams to the valleys, where it may be manufactured and placed upon the cars at the mill door and shipped to any part of the world. There are some few sawmills already located in the county, but more could be established and their output would be a source of great revenue to the owners.
There are thousands of acres of land in this county, both school, government and railroad, which may yet be taken up or purchased from first hands.
Improved farms on or near the line of railroad range from $20 to $60 per acre, varying from the character of the land and improvements. Five to ten miles away improved land sells for $8 to $20 per acre, owing to improvements. Unimproved lands in the interior are selling for $2.50 to $10 per acre.
It might well be said that the farmers in this valley devote their attention to a mixed husbandry. Thousands of head of cattle, horses, sheep, hogs, chickens, etc., are shipped out every year, besides the immense amount of small grain and fruit. This county is importing horses in large numbers each year, as well as cattle and sheep, and it is only a question of a short time when this county will furnish the markets of the north Pacific country with all they want in this line.
Medford is a town of about 2500 inhabitants, is located in the very heart of the Rogue River Valley, on the line of the Oregon & California Railroad, a distance from Portland, their chief market, of about 320 miles. It is also the present terminus of the Rogue River Valley Railroad, which runs from Jacksonville to Medford. This road will soon be extended east from Medford to Eagle Point, and then from there to some point in the eastern portion of Oregon, thereby giving the Rogue River Valley the benefit of an eastern market for their many products.
The city of Medford is well supplied with business houses, mostly brick, representing almost every branch of business.
The streets are broad and level and paved with a good, solid gravel paving. The city also has a complete system of water works, and a move is on foot at the present time to have the city lighted with electric light. It has more miles of plank sidewalks than any city in the valley. The residence portion of the city is beautifully laid out. Some of the residences are beauties of architecture, surrounded with beautiful lawns and flower beds, and would do credit to a city of 50,000 inhabitants.
Medford has a fine brick opera house, three stories high, with seating capacity of 600, costing about $12,000.
There is now being erected just at the outskirts of the city, a fine distillery, 170x40 in size, three stories high, with a capacity of 500 bushels of corn daily; when completed will cost $25,000. It will be used for manufacturing French spirits only.
There has just been organized a stock company called the Southern Oregon Pork Packing Company; capital stock, $25,000. They will do a general pork-packing business, and it is expected the capacity will be about 2000 head of hogs. This factory will supply a long-felt want for Southern Oregon, as it will give the farmers a home market for all the hogs they can raise for some years to come.
The city also has her sash and door factory and planing mill, whose plant cost $10,000.
The Medford roller mills is a large three-story building, with a capacity of 100 barrels daily.
Medford is well supplied with churches. The Baptist Church is brick, and cost $4500; Methodist, frame, costing $4000; Presbyterian, frame, costing $1500; Christian, frame, costing $2500; Episcopal, frame, costing $500. Catholic, frame, costing $1000. Methodist South hold services in a hall at present. Seventh-Day Adventists have an organization also.
The city has a complete system of graded schools, but her school buildings are not what they should be. Another year, however, will see fine school buildings erected.
While there is no considerable portion of this valley that needs irrigating in order to make it productive, there are some portions, of it, however, that irrigation will help materially, and there is an irrigation company organized in Medford with a capital stock sufficiently large to construct and operate the irrigation canal. The canal will tap the Little Butte seven miles below Fish Lake and will supply water for at least 25,000 acres.
The citizens of Medford are all enterprising and sociable, and when any new company wish to establish an enterprise of any kind they give them the substantial encouragement asked. Medford also has a bright and newsy newspaper, the Mail, which is each week advocating the cause of the city in which it is printed.
John Harryman, manager of the Oregon Loan & Trust Company's branch office in Medford, is a wide-awake young man, and takes great pleasure in showing a newcomer the main advantages of the Rogue River Valley.
H. S. L.Oregonian, Portland, June 10, 1891, page 13
Old Shasta is visible from the car window for over two hundred miles of the trip. You cannot lose him. You round curves, pass through tunnels, climb sharp acclivities, cross gulches, bridges, ravines; penetrate dense forests, still Mt. Shasta rears his great white neck above the timber line as he seems to be following you with his bald head two vertical miles above you.
On the line between California and Oregon stretches a range of mountains from the Coast Range to the Sierras, forming a natural boundary as well as an almost insurmountable barrier. We continue to climb higher and higher until we are suddenly confronted by this great wall, called the Siskiyou Mountains. There is no pass or natural inducement to the civil engineer in locating a line of railway from
the headwaters of California streams to those of Oregon. But the road must go, even though the Siskiyou lie transverse to the proposed line of travel; so the only remedy is a tunnel, nearly a mile in length. The south entrance to the tunnel looks out upon Northern California, and when you emerge from the north end of the tunnel you are in the state of Oregon. All the way for two hundred miles the train has been on a heavy up grade, in places exceeding the standard practical maximum grade of 216 feet to the mile, making even 274 feet in places. But now we start down a very rapid declivity, overlooking the Rogue River Valley of Southern Oregon. Now look down to the right, and you will see three lines of railway, almost parallel, lying one below the other, on the mountainside which stands on an angle of about 60 degrees. Soon you pass through a tunnel nearly the shape of a horseshoe, your direction is changed from north to southeast, and you are now on the first line of road which a few moments since appeared below you. The fact dawns upon you that you are descending the Siskiyou Mountains on some sharp zigzags, and making the curves through tunnels that seem like acute angles, so suddenly do you change your direction. One of these tunnels is a genuine freak. You enter it from the southeast, curve to the right, emerge going east, all the while dropping rapidly downgrade and continuing on a right curve, enter another tunnel that carries you directly under the entrance to the first tunnel, swing to the left and zigzag again, and again on down the mountainside. The Shasta route must have developed all the latent ingenuity of the projectors and the engineers who surveyed it. I must call attention to the underground cave encountered by the workmen in excavating the horseshoe tunnel. An immense cavern in this part of the mountains added to the interest of the tunnel, as the track is laid on expensive trestle work across the cave. II the workmen could have begun in the middle of the tunnel they might have dumped the dirt into the cave, but the rule is to bend at both ends of a tunnel, so the earth was used in making fills.
We are soon in Ashland, a beautiful place, snugly ensconced at the foot of the mountains, whose shadows cross the streets long before the golden sunlight has faded from their snow-capped summits. Here the finest of fruits and grains are grown. The denizens are thrifty, happy, and prosperous. The climate is pleasant and healthful. The scenery is attractive, inspiring. After resting and viewing the country, we renew our journey down the Rogue River Valley. This valley is beautifully diversified with hamlets and cities, farms and gardens, mountains and
streams. Great inducements are held out to the easterner who contemplates locating in the West.
On down the Rogue River, over the mountain range of the same name, down the canyon .of the Azalea, through some of the grandest, wildest scenery in Oregon; now being whirled through a tunnel, now shooting across a trestle, next twisting and creeping around the sharp curves that hug the rugged spurs, and all the time listening to the ceaseless murmur of the turbulent river just below us. The Azalea canyon is about 40 miles long, and for the greater part of the distance the track is laid on a shelf blasted in the solid rocky walls of the canyon. On several occasions the earth above the road bed has broken over its narrow support and a landslide followed, burying the track beneath two or three hundred feet of earth and rocks and necessitating a change of the road to the other side of the stream. The country hereabouts is given up to the grouse, the grizzly, the deer, and the mountain lion; and here they will reign supreme for generations, as the place is so rugged, so wild, so weird, so inaccessible, as to preclude settlement. Soon the scene changes, and the Umpqua Valley, broad and level and fertile, opens out before us. Reaching
Roseburg in the heart of the valley we again leave the cars and seek a hotel in order that we might have a good night's rest, and have daylight for "Sweet Willamette," of which we hear so much. But before reaching the headwaters of the Willamette, the trip is diversified somewhat by the Calapooia Mountains, a range transverse to the Coast Range and the Cascades, connecting them as it were.
"California Letter," Oakland News, Oakland, Iowa, September 25, 1891, page 4
Rogue River rises in the Cascade Mountains and courses southwest and west to Grants Pass, where it runs northwest, and again southwest, receiving the Illinois River, which drains Josephine County, about twenty miles from the sea. Rogue River Valley, embracing all the country drained by that river and its numerous tributaries, is an aggregation of smaller valleys divided by rolling hills, the whole encircled by elevated mountain ranges. The river is not navigable for any great distance from the sea, but abounds in rapids and falls, furnishing abundant power for manufacturing purposes. It is a stream of unsurpassed beauty, with water as blue as the sky, and banks overhung in some places with shaggy cliffs and in others with thickets of wild grape vines and blossoming shrubs.
It is not claimed that there is as great an amount of rich alluvial soil in this section of Oregon as in the valleys north of it. It is rather more elevated, drier, and on the whole more adapted to grazing than to the growth of cereals. Still, there is enough of rich land to supply its own population, however dense, and for fruit-growing no better soil need be looked for. A sort of compromise between the dryness of California and the moisture of Northern Oregon and Washington--warmer than the latter, from its more southern latitude, yet not too warm by reason of its altitude--the climate of this valley renders it most desirable. Midway between San Francisco Bay and the Columbia River, what with its own fruitfulness, and the productions of the Willamette and Sacramento valleys on either hand, within a few hours by railway carriage, the markets of the Rogue River Valley can be freshly supplied with both temperate and semitropical luxuries.
The grape, peach, apricot and nectarine, which are cultivated with difficulty in the Willamette Valley, thrive excellently in this more high and southern location. The creek bottoms produce Indian corn, tobacco, and vegetables equally well, and the more elevated plateaux produce wheat of excellent quality, and large quantity, where they have been cultivated; still, as before stated, this valley is commonly understood to be a stock-raising, fruit, and wool-growing country--perhaps because that kind of farming is at once easy and lucrative--and because so good a market for fruit, beef, mutton, bacon and dairy products has always existed in the mines of this valley and California.
Rogue River Valley during a period of about twelve years was the scene of active and profitable placer mining, after which for an equal term the mines were abandoned to the Chinese, but in later years mining has revived, and several companies are realizing good returns from investments in mining ditches and quartz leads. The other minerals known to exist in his region are copper, cinnabar, lead, iron, coal, granite, limestone, kaolin and marble. The latter is of very fine quality, white, exceedingly hard, and translucent.
Like every part of Oregon, this valley has its mineral springs, its trout streams, its fine forests, game, and abundance of pure soft water. No local causes of disease seem to exist here, and it is hard to conceive of a country more naturally beautiful and agreeable than this. The forest is confined to the mountains and hillsides, and is not so dense as towards the Columbia.
Rogue River Valley is divided into three counties--Jackson, Josephine and Curry. Jackson County was crested January 12, 1852, and Josephine was cut off from it in January 1856. The name of the former does not refer, as one might suppose, to the deity of good Democrats, but to Jackson the discoverer of the mines on Jackson Creek, after whom Jacksonville, the county seat, was also named.
Jackson was the owner of a pack train which transported provisions to the mines, who being encamped at this place made himself and the locality suddenly famous by his discovery. [This account of the naming of Jacksonville and the gold discovery is inaccurate. Jacksonville was named after Andrew Jackson] For many years the town enjoyed a good trade, but Jacksonville lost its opportunity when it permitted the Oregon and California Railroad to pass by on the other side. Medford, a few miles to the northeast, is on the railroad, and takes away the trade that formerly went to Jacksonville, which is now trying to recover it by building a branch road to Medford, which has about two thousand inhabitants.
Ashland, one of the prettiest towns in Oregon, has, on the contrary, profited by being upon the line of communication between two great states, and is prosperous. It was settled in 1852 by J. A. Cardwell, E. Emery and David Hurley, who, being from Ashland, Ohio, named the place after their old home. It is located where Stuart Creek [i.e., Bear Creek, though Victor is referring to Ashland Creek] comes dancing down from the foothills of the Cascades, offering abundance of water power, and where the view over the whole of Rogue River Valley is delightsome. Its manufactures are lumber, flour and woolen goods.
The population of Ashland is about three thousand, and there are over a dozen smaller towns in the county, the population of which is fifteen thousand.
Frances Fuller Victor, Atlantis Arisen, 1891 Philadelphia, page 133 This description is substantially the same as one Victor wrote in 1872.
Letter from Oregon.To the Editors of the Enterprise:
MEDFORD, Oregon, December 8, 1891.--I take this opportunity to write a few lines after reading a piece in your paper today of so many snakes in Klamath County, Oregon. I will say there are no snakes here in Jackson County, in Rogue River Valley. There is a great abundance of fruit and vegetables of all kinds raised; also flowers and roses in bloom the year round. We have traveled a great deal and we find this valley to be one of the finest on the coast. We left our home in Albert Lea the 2nd of November, and as we came through Dakota and Montana we saw a great fall of snow, but after we left Montana the weather was warmer all the way and we arrived in Tacoma about nine o'clock in the morning and it was raining; also at Portland in the evening it was raining. We stopped at Eugene one week and it rained all the time. We then started for Medford where our home is and found it to be [as] beautiful warm weather as one could wish. We have had no rain until the last two days. Grass green, cattle feeding on the hills, farmers are plowing and seeding; apples are not all gathered yet, and the best apples sell at 25 cents a bushel, grapes 1½ cents a pound. We find this to be the place for mild winters. Hoping you will publish this in your paper for me we remain MR. AND MRS. E. BROWN..
Albert Lea Enterprise, Albert Lea, Minnesota, December 24, 1891, page 8
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