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![]() ![]() Jackson County 1893 SOUTHERN OREGON.
The
climate in Southern Oregon is thus described by a local authority: "The
Rogue Valley is the section where perpetual summer and early fall reign
supreme. The winters here are enjoyable. Rain is never of the beating,
driving kind, but falls straight down. The yearly rainfall is
twenty-two inches. Cyclones and tornadoes are unknown. Ice one-half
inch thick is rare at Grants Pass, and during the winter just past
there was not snow enough at any time to track a rabbit. The lowest the
temperature went at any time was to 16° Fahrenheit, and that
just at daybreak. Farmers can plow almost any day during the whole
winter. The summers are delightful, the thermometer rarely going above
95°; the nights are always so cool that a pair of blankets is
necessary. Sultry, hot nights are unknown here. Showers come in the
summer at proper intervals until July, and sometimes later, but usually
July and August are dry months. Crops have never been known to fail,
and a drought is unknown." The mortality statistics taken in connection with our national census show a smaller death rate for Idaho and Oregon than for any other commonwealth in the Union, Idaho standing first with a percentage of 0.33, Oregon following with 0.69, and prominent Eastern States following in this wise: Ohio, 1.11; Maine, 1.23; Illinois, 1.33; New York, 1.58; Missouri, 1.63; Massachusetts, 1.77; Louisiana, 2.00. In the East, when in summer the thermometer gets up to 80°, people seek the shade; in this state they seek the sunshine from choice--there is a tonic in it at that temperature. The rains, beginning the last of September, fall with increasing frequency, say from November 20, reaching their maximum in January. Diminishing in February, which is usually mild, they continue through May, falling then semi-occasionally and exerting no ill effect, except that the grain crop might suffer if far enough advanced. The rainfall during the summer months is light. Only twice in forty years have the grain crops been injured by untimely rains; for the season of harvesting is pre-eminently in the dry season. There are no cyclones, no droughts, no sunstrokes, no sudden changes or disastrous atmospheric phenomena, no sluggish atmosphere which enervates in summer or generates virulent fevers in winter. The mean average temperature in July is about 68°, and that of January, 45°. Naturally, the health of the different districts varies in accordance with location. Portland, the metropolis of Oregon, and of the whole region, is remarkably healthy, having, of course, its quota of diseases. The complaints incidental to childhood seldom prevail as severe epidemics. Typhoid fever appears, as elsewhere, as well as other ordinary diseases. Typhus fever never occurs. Cholera, which has been a scourge in the East, has never reached this part of the Pacific Coast. The inhabitants of towns situated on the banks of the rivers suffer more or less from malaria, as is the case elsewhere in places so situated. The farther back one goes from the coast, the more rarefied is the air found to be, and in some respects the more healthful. Those who have a tendency to diseases of the respiratory organs in many cases recover their health by a residence at The Dalles, Baker City, and other places in Eastern Oregon. A well-known physician, a resident of Oregon for twenty-five years, in writing upon this subject, says: "For our somewhat remarkable immunity from malarial disorders, considering the extent and depth of our river bottoms, we are indebted to our northern latitude, to the daily sea breeze borne to us from the waters of the Pacific, to our cool, bracing nights, and to the medium temperature of even our warmest days." According to the official report of the Surgeon General of the United States Army, the deaths from fever at the military posts in Oregon compare as follows with those at posts in other parts of the country:--
Robert E. Strahorn, Oregon, Its Wealth and Resources, St. Louis 1893, pages 16-18 This 1893 edition is nearly identical to that of 1888. ROGUE RIVER VALLEY.
Rogue River Valley is an intermediate link between the inland valleys
lying east of and parallel with the Coast Range and extending from the
Willamette on the north to the Sacramento on the south. Here is where
the conflicting elements meet and compromise between the dreaded
drought of the south and the excessive rains of the north. Here all
extremes are amicably adjusted, and the result is no drought and no
unusual rainfall. In addition to the rare climatic conditions with
which this valley is specially favored, it is one of the most
productive and healthful to be found on the coast, and withal a very
gem cozily nestled in a richly variegated mountain setting. The valley
is an irregular amphitheater about forty miles in length and twenty
miles wide and is completely surrounded with lofty mountains. Sharp
spurs, alternating with low hills, extend into it at intervals, and the
whole is delicately touched and toned with striking diversity and
mellowed by the pleasing light and shade peculiar to mountain scenery.
It is truly a lovely valley, such as would delight the artist's heart
and almost attune with poesy the most determined stoic. It is little
wonder that the outraged Red Man, crowded to ocean's surf, with not a
foot of land to call his own, fought and fell and died to save this,
his goodly heritage, for surely there is none fairer on earth. The
fabled vales of cashmere, with all their wealth of blooming flowers and
perennial founts that fling their silvery spray amid a world of richest
fragrance, could scarce excel the reality that here alternately
delights and inspires the rapt beholder when first this valley greets
his wondering gaze. What is now the valley was once a lake. The
evidences of this fact are most unmistakable, and Rogue River was
doubtless the stream that fed it. Sometime in the remote past it
discharged its waters through what is now known as Sterling Creek.
Applegate at that time was a large river, as is abundantly shown by the
immense wash from the head of Sterling to its present junction with
Rogue River. How long the waters of the lake were discharged through
this channel, if at all, it would be impossible to tell; but from the
deep wash in the solid bedrock for miles down the creek it would be
safe to say centuries elapsed before this gorge was cut to its present
depth. The mountains at the head of Sterling were probably much higher
than now, and that there was no opening or low pass through which the
waters of the lake were first charged, cutting the deep channel
referred to above [sic].
Later, there must have been a great slide from some of the adjacent
mountains, and the pass and river channel were filled up and the
pent-up lake was forced to find an outlet elsewhere for its surplus
water. This it did by cutting a pass through the mountains from Gold
Hill to Grants Pass and thus finally flowing into the old channel where
it now forms a junction with Applegate. This is bold speculation, but
there is strong presumptive evidence to support it, and one gratifying
feature about it is that it can be more readily believed than disproved.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, February 3, 1893, page 2 FROM SOUTHERN OREGON.
We make the following extracts from a private letter from Central
Point, Jackson County, Oregon, dated March 2nd, giving some interesting
facts regarding that country:"We are having delightful weather now, and gardens are being made and spring crops put in. We have not had near as much rain as usual this winter, so the mud is only hub deep instead of being clear over the wheels. While all those storms were raging in the north part of the state, and in the Willamette Valley, we had very good weather here.… Southern Oregon has got a boom this spring. Several rich ledges and pockets of gold have been discovered, some near here. A party of capitalists from Seattle are here, and have made arrangements to build a flume from near the headwaters of Rogue River to open up the vast forest of sugar pine up there. The shares have been sold, and our town being the terminus of the flume of course makes things lively. A bank will be established soon, and the Southern Pacific R.R. Company have contracted with a man hereto furnish him 1,000 tourists at $8 apiece, if he will put on a line of stages and run to Crater Lake, about 80 miles from here. He says he has ordered the coaches and necessary tents, etc., and will be ready for business in June. I only hope all this will materialize. The Rogue River Valley R.R. will be extended up the river also. They took a layoff not long ago, and swept the car out and gave it a coat of paint. The mail was carried to Medford in wagons, and the passengers walked down the railroad while all this was going on. Business was dull. The folks from the "states," as they say here, are not coming here by the hundreds, as they used to. They are wise, for when one has a good home there, they had better stay. When the climate and fruit is taken out, there is little here to induce one to stay.… "Eggs are low here now, only 12 cents per dozen; butter 20 cents, wheat from 40 to 52 cents per bushel, pork $6 per cwt., beef 10 cents per pound. Vegetables are plenty and prices reasonable. Apples are scarce and high, fish plenty at 5 cents per pound and sometimes cheaper than that. The canneries at the mouth of Rogue River were compelled to take out their nets this spring, so the run of fish is larger. There was nearly as many salmon canned at Gold Beach last year as there was on the Columbia." Blue Valley Blade, Seward, Nebraska, March 15, 1893, page 3 Letter from Oregon.
MR.
EDITOR:
Will you allow me to resume my "experiences," a bit of which I gave you
some months ago? The last was of our district conference, in which
allusion was made to the fact that in two or three counties, with an
area nearly half as large as the whole state of Mississippi and a
population of about 30,000 people, there was scarcely ever any
preaching, and that most of this people is more approachable by us than
by anybody else. Well, a month later I had opportunity to see much of
this country.Just before noon on a Monday I got off the train about sixty miles south of Grants Pass, where I was met by one of our old pioneer preachers, Rev. R. C. Oglesby, and we started on a jaunt over the mountains. We, however, spent that morning and night only a few miles away, enjoying the luxury of Jackson County, Soda Springs, or one set of them, for within a few miles there are several clusters of them. Several times next morning we had a view of that wonder in engineering skill where the S.P.R.R. doubles upon itself no less than three times in crossing the Siskiyou Mountains. We had been told that in crossing the mountains you had to drive over rocks that were like sugar barrels thrown along the streets. Ofttimes it was even worse, for while one wheel is so low you fear falling down, there is danger of striking a rock with the upper wheel and throwing both buggy and riders far down the mountainside below. Of course, the rocks are fast to the earth; still occasionally we would meet persons driving one horse. How they got over these rough places I could not see, but they did it, and in some instances the drivers were women. Our first night out was quite oppressive, for the mountains to the north of us were on fire, and the smoke was quite oppressive. The second night we reached Klamath Falls on the Klamath River. There is a village of 600 to 800 inhabitants situated in as romantic a place as one will seldom find. There are two lakes, the upper about 8x35 miles in extent, upon which steamers run, the lower about 2 or 3x12 miles, and they are about one mile apart, with nearly 100 feet fall, giving a magnificent water power. On the west side the mountains come almost to the river, but east and south there are large scopes of sagebrush lands, and much of it is being brought into cultivation, and the people are beginning to avail themselves of the advantage of this great water advantage by taking out irrigating ditches, for it must be recollected there is not much rain in this portion of the state. It begins to snow in November and generally continues until March or April, when most of their "season" is gone. But the many mountain streams of pure limpid water make full amends for want of rain, for where there is any concert of action upon the part of the people they can soon irrigate all the land they want. True, early or tender vegetables do not flourish here, the altitude in the valleys being over 3,000 feet above sea level. Still the cereals and hardier fruits do well; but the chief business is stock raising, and it is surprising how stock thrives. There is a grass called "bunchgrass" grows thickly over mountain and plain, and it is as nourishing after it dries as when green, and stock seem to relish it as well. There is a large Indian reservation which comes to the upper lake in the east, and extends up Hood, Williamson and Sprague rivers to the north and east, which has a large lot of fine land, and there being less than 1,000 of these Indians, when they sell to the government and the land is thrown open there will be a rush for settlement. I noticed, as we were driving through some of these unsettled "prairies"--as they call them--stakes set up along the road like I've seen in creek and river bottoms in the South. I asked what they were for. "To enable you to keep the road." "Why, the water does not get that high along here," said I, for I thought of some experiences in Big Black River bottom. "Oh, no, but the snow does." "What! as high as those stakes?" "Yes, the snow frequently gets six feet deep and sometimes deeper, and the mercury goes down to forty-two degrees below zero here on the plains and valleys." "Whew! how do you stand it?" "Our blood becomes thick and we do not mind it." We have two preachers in this vast region of country, and they tell me the best meetings they hold is in these coldest spells and when snow is deepest. They harness their sleighs and hurry to church, cover their horses and have their best times, for there is little to do and the nights are very light. We spent a week in and near Klamath, preaching at night and hunting and fishing during the day. We had a unique experience along the falls one morning. I feel sure we must have seen 1,000 snakes in two hours' time. They seemed to be everywhere and on everything. They were from the size of a thumb to half as large as a wrist. Fortunately they were harmless. One of our preachers told us he had seen fish so thick in one of the rivers there that you could back a large wagon into the stream and fill it with fish with a pitchfork in a few minutes; that actually they were wedged so close that their fins formed an almost solid surface above the water, and this when the river was up. It is during what they call the running season. We continued our trip eastward up the headwaters of Lost River, then across into Lake County on to Sprague River, where we also spent several days visiting, fishing, hunting and preaching. Returning down Sprague, we crossed the cascades at Crater Lake and down the romantic Rogue River, home. Much occurred and was seen on this latter trip worthy of note, but we cannot tell it now. Maybe we will do so before long. J.
L. FUTRELL.
Tangent, Oregon.New Orleans Christian Advocate, April 27, 1893, page 2 A Visit to Crescent City,
California.
Written for the Medford Mail.Leaving Talent on Friday morning, June 22nd, after the soaking rain the day before, we found the dust well laid and some puddles of water, but the weather was as clear and pleasant as we might ask. After procuring a 9x10-foot tent and complete supplies at Talent, Medford and Central Point while passing through these places, we lunched at the Central Point camp meeting grove, and camped and pitched our tent on the bank of Rogue River near the venerable Dr. Colvig's residence [in Rock Point]. The second night near Wilderville, the third near Waldo, the fourth, three miles beyond Patrick's Creek, and the fifth on the plaza in Crescent City. We found the Coast Range very hilly and but very little level land after crossing the Illinois River four miles beyond the mining town of Waldo, but the road is superb and an easy grade all the way, but the toll is $3 each way for a two-horse vehicle. We considered this cheap after learning the grading cost, at least $100,000. The toll gate is at Gasquet's ranch, 15 miles from Crescent City. We found the redwoods immense and the ocean more so. We found the citizens of the place and its suburbs clever--both whites and Indians. We camped five days on the bluff near Pebble Beach two miles southwest of the city. Leaving our goods in care of the Indians near by, we visited around daytimes and went home evenings. We visited the logging camps, saw mills and dairy ranches on Smith River to our heart's content and reached Talent on Thursday, July 6th. We had an enjoyable trip and cost, all told, $12. S.
SHERMAN.
Medford Mail, July
21, 1893, page 1The church at Ashland was well prepared to join in evangelistic efforts. The members had, under the direction of the pastor, visited from house to house extending invitations to attend the services. The earnest labor and genial manners of Rev. F. G. Strange secured for us the cooperation of the ministers and members of other churches; we believe great good was accomplished. This is one of the most flourishing churches in Southern Oregon, and we expect in another year it will reach self support. Of course, we cannot expect to prosecute such work without opposition. During our meetings the "Freethinkers" must introduce a special lecturer, who gave me a challenge to public debate, which I treated with silent contempt. From Ashland I went to Jacksonville, which bears the reputation of being the hardest city in Southern Oregon. Certainly the church here was weak--no midweek prayer meeting, no additions to membership by profession for two years, no Christian Endeavor Society, only a small Sabbath school, with not enough teachers to carry on the work; the minister utterly discouraged and could not be led to expect "any good thing to come out of Nazareth." Rev. F. G. Strange and Rev. A. S. Foster rendered valuable help in the services. In five days the church was quickened and seventeen persons inquiring the way to Zion. Undated letter from Rev. F. H. Gwynne, D.D., The (Presbyterian) Church at Home and Abroad, August 1893, page 124 OREGON.
A Land of Boundless Possibilities and Unlimited Resources. RICH IN MINES, FRUIT AND FORESTS. An Eldorado for the Husbandman, Fruit Grower and Miner. THE STATE OF OREGON.
Oregon is
bounded on the north by Washington, on the south by Nevada and
California, on the east by Idaho and on the west by the Pacific Ocean.
The western part of the state is traversed by parallel ranges of
mountains, known as the Coast Range and the Cascades. The latter range,
which begins in California, at a point less than 100 miles from the
Pacific Ocean, and stretches northward into British Columbia, forming
an almost continuous chain for a distance of nearly 1,000 miles, is
cleft by the Columbia River, which flows between Oregon and Washington
for a distance of 240 miles, and is pierced by numerous smaller
streams, of which, in Oregon, the Willamette, Umpqua and Rogue rivers
are chief. The Cascade Range is noted for its many and magnificent snow
peaks, of which Mt. Hood, the monarch of them all, is so near the great
lines of travel and so advantageously enthroned upon the lesser
heights, that every tourist may behold it, no matter what part of
Oregon he may choose to visit. The Cascade Range is covered with
valuable timber to the snow line upon its western slopes. This timber
is mostly evergreen and climbs the mountainside with soldier-like
regularity. Oregon is kept moist by the vapors of the Pacific Ocean,
which meet the icy currents on the lofty snow-clad heights, and sends
them down the mountainsides in the form of rain, in its season, or
store them away as snow and ice in winter to be drawn upon in the
summer months by the action of the sun and air. The Coast Range is a
low and somewhat irregular chain of mountains, running parallel with
the ocean, and bordering almost directly upon it in some places, but in
others making the boundary a level stretch of alluvial base land lying
between them and the sea. Dense forests of fir, cedar, pine and spruce
timber abound, many of the trees being of gigantic stature, straight as
an arrow and often running to a height of 150 feet before sending out a
branch. The undergrowth of bushes and ferns is often so dense as to
form jungles of vast extent, in which deer, bear, elk and other wild
animals will remain as sport for the hunter for many years to come. The
streams are all stocked with fish, and near the seaboard are fairly
alive in proper season with aquatic fowl.
SOUTHERN OREGON.
The includes
the valleys drained by the Umpqua and Rogue rivers, important streams
which take their rise in the Cascade Range, and flowing westerly empty
into the Pacific Ocean. These valleys are as productive as the
Willamette Valley, and being farther south and well sheltered are
especially adapted to fruit. This industry is only in its infancy, and
the time will soon come when Southern Oregon will be known far and wide
as one of the greatest fruit sections in the world.
THE ROGUE RIVER
VALLEY.
The Rogue River
Valley occupies the central part of Jackson County, and is about
thirty-five miles long by twenty miles wide. It takes its name from the
river which flows through its northern extremes, though Bear Creek
drains the greater portion of the Rogue River Valley proper. Little
Butte Creek and Sams Creek form considerable additions to the main
valley by their contiguous territory. All of these streams empty into
the main river within a few miles of each other. Rogue River Valley is
next to the Willamette in extent on the west side of the Cascades, and
is nearly two-thirds as large as the state of Rhode Island. Its soil is
composed of the successive denudations of the surrounding mountains,
and as they are the product of widely distributed geological areas, it
is often found that several kinds of soil are deposited within a
limited area, making diversified farming easy and practicable. Lying
contiguous to California, and having its climate tempered by the warm
ocean breeze laden with moisture, it is specially favored as a locality
for the most perfect flavoring and ripening of fruit; in this, Rogue
River Valley always will excel. On the gentle slopes of the surrounding
hills thousands of acres can be put into vineyards and choice fruits,
while on the low bottom lands anything and everything grown in a semi-
or subtropical climate can be produced. Medford, Ashland,
Jacksonville, Central Point, Phoenix, Talent, Eagle Point and Gold Hill
are the principal towns in the valley.
JACKSON COUNTY.
Jackson County
has 1,416,000 acres of surveyed, and 392,600 acres of unsurveyed land.
The latter is principally on the high mountain ranges. The general
surface of the country embraces three divisions of land--that which is
on the high mountaintops, that on the hills or broken ridges, and that
in the valleys. The first is utilized for summer range for stock, the
green grass growing as the snow disappears, and affording rich
pasturage for numerous herds, and is also a most desirable place for
butter and cheese making. The hill land is the timber-bearing region
and the home of the stockman. The soil is capable of a high degree of
cultivation, and as it is denuded of its timber, is usually planted in
cereals and grasses. The valley land is composed of the alluvium
deposits of different geological periods and the constant
disintegration from the surrounding mountains. The soil of Jackson
County is more varied than that of any other in the state, and it is
not unusual to find five or six different kinds on a farm of 160 acres.
The climate of Jackson County is a happy mean between the humidity of Northern Oregon and the droughts of California. Here the two extremes meet and amicably compromise--the result is a perfectly equable climate. The main valley through which the Southern Pacific railroad pases is completely environed by a continuous chain of hills that separate it from the several smaller valleys that form such an important part of Jackson County. These hills rise in successive steps and benches into the Cascades, Siskiyous, Coast Range and Grave Creek Mountains, giving the valley the appearance of an immense amphitheater. Here nature holds enrapt the astonished beholder when he views for the first time the gorgeous panorama that opens out before him, blending in variegated beauty the snow-capped mountains, the distant hills, the verdant valley and sparkling waterways in changeful alliance with summer's sunshine or winter's storm. "THE ITALY OF
OREGON."
Not
inappropriately has the beautiful valley of the Rogue River been called
the "Italy of Oregon." Approach it from whatever source, an
amphitheater of mountains encircles it on every side, girding the
horizon with a cordon of snow-crowned peaks, towering, in many places,
over 8,000 feet above the valley and sending long forest-encumbered
ridges down into the lower levels. Innumerable streams leap, in foaming
cataracts, to the sea, while the sylvan dell, rugged cliffs, rippling
waters woos with resistless power. The long sweep of graceful hills on
either side of undulating valleys running far up into the horizon, and
there crowned by rugged mountain peaks, snow-created, making the
picture equaled only by the Alps, and excelled by no other land upon
the earth.
Out of 1,416,600 acres of surveyed land only 182,374 is yet in cultivation. The home-seeker can find good government land to be had under the preemption or Homestead Act. Land can be bought from the railroad at prices varying from $2.50 to $20. Land owners part with the land at reasonable figures, ranging at from $5 to $500 owing to location. Farming land sells at from $10 to $100, $25 to $50 being the prevailing price for good land. Wheat, rye, oats, barley and corn grow well on all soils, and yield fine crops. The straw is bright and clean, free from rust or mildew, and the grain full, plump and well matured. Of wheat, the best lands produce from 30 to 40 bushels, and of oats, from 40 to 50 bushels per acre. Common grade land runs from 5 to 10 bushels under the above estimate. Phenomenal yields often produce 60 bushels of wheat and 80 bushels of oats to the acre. Corn yields from 40 to 60 bushels to the acre. Corn does not require so much cultivation as in most countries. Timothy, clover and bluegrass do not do well on uplands, but make good crops on the low bottoms. Alfalfa grows anywhere, producing two good crops on the uplands, and from three to four on the bottoms; or, with irrigation, wild oats once seeded produce successive crops without planting and is much used for hay. Medford Mail, December
1, 1893, page 1
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