SHOOTING AFFRAY.--A person recently arrived from Jacksonville, Oregon, informs the Siskiyou Chronicle that a shooting match came off in that place, Dec. 26th, between a man by the name of Rhodes, Johnny McLaughlin and John Hillman, which resulted, as usual, in shooting an outsider, Henry Klippel, through the thigh, making a severe, though not dangerous, flesh wound, while all three of the combatants escaped unharmed. Rhodes, who it is said made the first hostile demonstration, was arrested by the Sheriff, and in default of bail, lodged in jail to await a trial at the next term of the Circuit Court for that place.
Sacramento Daily Union, January 9, 1858, page 1


    SHOOTING AFFAIR AT JACKSONVILLE.--A rencounter took place at Jacksonville (O.T.) on the 25th of Dec., between John McLaughlin and one Rhodes, in which some dozen shots were fired, without injury to anyone except a bystander, Henry Klippel, who accidentally received a severe wound near the knee. He was trying to prevent the parties from firing at the time. The principals in the affair were arrested, and had an examination before Justice Arundell. McLaughlin was discharged. Rhodes was held to bail in the sum of $1,000 for his appearance at the next term of the District Court, to answer a charge of assault with intent to kill. Klippel, we learn, is recovering.
Sacramento Daily Union, January 15, 1858, page 2


    TROUBLE WITH THE INDIANS IN OREGON.--A few days since, we published by telegraph the news of the massacre of five men by the Indians, near Klamath Lake. A correspondent of the Siskiyou Chronicle writing from Jacksonville on May 9th says that the company which started in pursuit of the Indians was commanded by John Hillman and Henry Klippel, the former captain, and the latter lieutenant. He also says:
    News has just reached town that a small party of Indians were seen this morning on Rogue River, dancing the war dance. The person who saw them approached within about two hundred yards of them, when becoming a little suspicious of their movements, he halted. The Indians asked him to come over, at the same time some of them showing their guns and using vulgar expressions in regard to the white race generally. He, not caring to comply with their invitation to come to their camp, turned and proceeded immediately to this place and reported the above.
Daily National Democrat, Marysville, California, May 21, 1859, page 2


Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, January 28, 1860, page 3


Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, November 24, 1860, page 2


Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, October 17, 1863, page 2


Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, March 19, 1864, page 2


    RETURNED.--Mr. Henry Klippel returned from the Boise mines on last evening's stage, in good health and spirits.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, August 20, 1864, page 3


    CHANGED HANDS.--Our friend, Jas. Cardwell, has bought Mr. Klippel's interest in the "Pool and Klippel" ranch adjoining town. The price paid was $5,000--gold coin. We are glad to learn that so valuable a citizen as Mr. Cardwell is to stay among us, as he was just ready to start for California.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, May 2, 1868, page 3


    NEW FIRM.--We learn that Messrs. Wm. Hoffman and Henry Klippel have made arrangements to open a first-class tin and stove establishment in Jacksonville immediately. Mr. Klippel is a practical tinner, and as both gentlemen have many warm friends, they will probably be successful.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, May 2, 1868, page 3


    RETURNED.--Messrs. Beekman and Klippel returned on Saturday last from San Francisco. Beek came back cheering for Grant and Colfax, and feeling proud of a fine school bell that he purchased below, and now on the way here. Henry brought his pockets full of the bills of a large stock of tin and hardware, soon to arrive for the new firm; and both gentlemen seemed glad to get home again to the little town in the "nook" of the mountains.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, May 30, 1868, page 3


    NEW STOCK.--We stepped into the new store of Messrs. Hoffman & Klippel this week and found them opening a new and splendid stock of stoves and hardware. They have all the appliances for tin and sheet-iron working, and are prepared to furnish anything in their line at greatly reduced rates. Call and see them under the Odd Fellows' hall.

    FULL STORE.--Hoffman & Klippel, under the Odd Fellows Hall, have the fullest and most complete assortment of goods in their line. They have any amount of tin, stove, and copperware, and a good supply of the submerged pumps that are now used so extensively here.

    JACKSON COUNTY.--The official vote of Jackson County foots up a total of 1291. The Democratic majorities on the state ticket are as follows: Slater, 224; Grover, 313; Chadwick, 285; Fleischer, 282; Patterson, 286. Fay's official majority for state senator is 11. The Democratic representatives have an average majority of 91. For sheriff, Klippel (Dem.) has 62 majority; county judge, Shipley (Dem.) has 10. The balance of the Democratic ticket is elected by by handsome majorities with the exception of Davis, for school superintendent, Turner (Rep.) beating him by 92 majority.
State Rights Democrat, Albany, June 17, 1870, page 2


    PERSONAL.--On Monday night last, Henry Klippel, Esq., the courteous and efficient sheriff of this county, started for a brief visit to the East for the first time in twenty years, with the hope of benefiting his health, which has been bad for some time past. We wish our friend a safe journey to the home of his youth, a happy meeting with his relatives, from whom he has been absent so long, and a speedy return, in restored health and vigor, to the many warm and true friends he leaves here.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, April 15, 1871, page 3


    "Has Klippel not been looked upon for the last ten years as a petty thief?" --Democratic Review.
    I deprecate as much as any man possibly can the idea of thrusting my personal quarrels upon the attention of the public, but the attack made in the lines quoted above must not pass unanswered. I  have lived in this county from my boyhood--almost for the last twenty years--and my whole personal and political record is well known to the people of this county. If this man Turner, the vile file-thief and forger, who edits the Review, were the only man interested in this slander, I should allow the attack to pass unnoticed. He has been proven to be a vile wretch, beneath any honest man's contempt.
    D. Linn, Wm. Jackson and J. W. Crutcher, the publishers of the Review, pretend, however, to have some standing in this community, and it is to them I direct my attention. When these men suffered this attack [to be] published in their paper, they knew they were publishing a willful and deliberate lie, and I brand them as contemptible liars, slanderers and scoundrels, unfit to hold companionship with decent men.
    On election day, this man Linn, with his fitting companion Turner, forged a document for circulation, knowing that they thereby not only circulated a lie in reference to myself, but committed a forgery in order to do so; they have now perpetrated a base lie in addition to that, in reference to my personal character. And now I would inquire who this man Linn is? It has been but a few years since this same infamous liar who assumes to be a censor of the morals of this town was so infatuated with a common courtesan that she was accustomed to visit his place of business in the daytime, and he had not the moral courage to keep her away, although the late John S. Love and myself remonstrated with the lowdown dog, in order to induce him to drive her off for his own sake. This contemptible slanderer who, through the pen of Turner, libels citizens in his dirty sheet as petty thieves, was charged by his former partner, Burpee, with robbing him, and the charge has never been cleared up. One thing is certainly well known by everybody--David Linn never had a partner who did not leave the firm broke.
    Now as to the man Jackson. He is about as sweet a duck to discuss the morals of his neighbors as is his friend Turner. Some four years ago he was a schoolteacher in Eola, Polk County. He boarded at the house of a man named Beckett, who had a daughter--Mary--fifteen years old attending his school. This moral youth, while a guest of her father, seduced his pupil, a young inexperienced schoolgirl, and on discovering that the crime would soon be apparent, fled to Portland, and on the advice of his brother got a lot of dentist tools and started for Southern Oregon. The illicit offspring of this seduction is now about four years old.
    As to Crutcher, I have nothing to say. He is the cipher in the concern, representing, probably, some richer and better-known man, who is too cowardly to allow his name to appear in the columns of the paper.
    Again I express my regret to the public that I am compelled to allude to these men in this manner, but through the petty thief, Turner--a man charged by James B. Requa with the contemptible offense of stealing hand-saw files--they have made the Review a vehicle for the foulest and most infamous slanders and filthiest abuse against every man who differs from them in political opinion. I have simply exposed some of the vices of which they have been guilty, while branding them again as malicious, contemptible and dirty liars and scoundrels.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, June 15, 1872, page 2


    DISSOLUTION OF CO-PARTNERSHIP.--The firm heretofore doing business under the firm name of Hoffman & Klippel has been dissolved by mutual consent. See notice elsewhere.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, April 19, 1873, page 4


    FOR SAN FRANCISCO.--Hon. Henry Klippel left for San Francisco this week to purchase a mill for the quartz mine of Klippel, Beekman & Johnson, on Rogue River. This ledge promises well. We are pleased to see that the gentlemen interested repose enough confidence in it to venture buying a mill, and trust their energy and enterprise will be amply repaid.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, December 18, 1874, page 3


    RESIGNED.--Hon. Henry Klippel has resigned his position as State Capitol Commissioner, and will devote his time to the development of the quartz mine he is interested in together with Messrs. Beekman and Johnson. The Governor has appointed Hon. E. L. Bristow to fill the vacancy, which is an excellent selection.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, December 25, 1874, page 3


    RETURNED.--Hon. Henry Klippel has returned from San Francisco, where he has purchased a fifteen-horsepower steam engine for the quartz ledge of Klippel, Beekman & Johnson, on Rogue River. The engine has been shipped already, and will arrive shortly, when operations will commence in earnest.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, December 25, 1874, page 3


    Hon. Henry Klippel left for San Francisco last week to purchase a mill for the quartz mine of Klippel, Beekman & Johnson, on Rogue River. This ledge promises well.
"State News," Willamette Farmer, Salem, December 25, 1874, page 1


    The new machinery to be used in crushing quartz from the mine of Beekman & Co., near the mouth of Applegate, Jackson County, was placed on the ground on last Sunday week, by Jos. Beggs, who took it up from Roseburg, without a break or accident of any kind. Jim Hurd is superintending the setting up of the engine, which is pronounced a gem of its kind, and it is thought crushing will begin with a month. It is a portable engine of 15 horsepower, and the company--Beekman, Klippel and Johnson--have two 12-foot arrastras, intending to crush the ore with stamps to feed them, which they calculate will enable them to reduce at least three tons per day. They have now something more than 100 tons of ore on the dump, which it is calculated will yield fully $25 per ton. They have tested some of it in a mill and realize as high as $40 per ton. The gold is of very fine quality.
"Oregon," Oregonian, Portland, January 19, 1875, page 1


    The "Elizabeth" mill (Beekman & Co.) started up on Monday last. Everything worked to a charm, and they will make their first cleanup in about a month.
"Southern Oregon Mines," Oregonian, Portland, February 23, 1875, page 1


    The quartz mill of Klippel, Beekman & Johnson, on their ledges on Rogue River, is now in working order and running constantly. Mr. Klippel, who arrived at Jacksonville from the ledge, informs the Times that they have 125 tons of quartz taken out already and that the mill is pounding it up at the rate of three tons per day.
"Oregon News," Sacramento Daily Record-Union, March 2, 1875, page 1


    CLEANUP.--Messrs. Henry Klippel and C. C. Beekman this week returned from a visit to the Elizabeth quartz ledge, having witnessed the first cleanup of the new mill lately put up there. Ninety-three tons of quartz have been crushed, which averaged over $15 per ton. This is a good yield, considering that considerable of the quartz was bedrock and the difficulty experienced in getting the machinery in working order owing to the cold. The company feel encouraged enough to keep ten men constantly employed, and are sanguine of the ledge paying even better than this. The main ledge has not been discovered as yet.
Oregon City Enterprise, April 16, 1875, page 3


    Mr. Adam Klippel left on Tuesday for Morrison, Gasconade County, Mo., where he is to meet his brother, Henry Klippel, of Jacksonville, Oregon, who was one of the Tilden electors from that state, and who has been to Washington for the purpose of testifying before the congressional investigating committee. He telegraphed Adam to meet him at Morrison, where their sister resides. After spending a few days there, they will come to this city, and Adam and all his Republican friends will besiege the unregenerate Tildenite and endeavor to convert him from the error of his Democratic ways.
"Town and Country," Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, January 26, 1877, page 3

    Hon. Henry Klippel of Jacksonville, Oregon, who was one of the candidates on the Democratic ticket for Presidential elector at the recent election, arrived in this city on Thursday evening of last week and remained until Sunday morning, visiting his brother, Adam Klippel. He was on his return from Washington, where he bad been for the purpose of testifying in regard to the Oregon complication before the Congressional investigating committee.
    Hearing of his arrival in this city, a Sentinel representative lost no time in forming his acquaintance and, as soon as the formality of an introduction was over, proceeded, true to his bohemian instincts, to interview him for the benefit of our dear ten thousand readers.
    Mr. Klippel is a spare built, compactly framed gentleman, about five feet eight inches high, with kindly brown eyes and a very winning expression about the mouth when he smiles, which is frequently. He looks older than his brother Adam, though he is really nearly six years younger.
    After cordially shaking hands with Mr. Klippel and accepting from him a fragrant Havana, our reporter expressed his gratification at Mr. K.'s happy fate--after seventeen days as a witness before the investigating committee--in escaping both the invective of Morton and the pencil of Nast.
    Mr. K. (laughing pleasantly)--I had only a plain, unvarnished tale to tell. I was on the witness stand an entire day and was cross-examined at length by Senator Morton, but the examination was entirely pleasant in its character.
    Reporter.--Then you did not form an unfavorable opinion of Senator Morton?
    Mr. K.--Oh, no; I admire Mr. Morton very much. He is a man of magnificent intellect--full of pluck and vim. I wish the Democratic Party had a few men like him.
    R.--What of Senator Conkling?
    K.--I was present when he made his great speech on the Compromise bill and think it exceeded anything I ever heard. He is by no means the dandy he is represented, but is a great statesman and a natural orator. He cannot help his good looks.
    R.--And Grant?
    K.--I went to Washington greatly prejudiced against General Grant, but my opinions have undergone a  radical change. I think he will go out of office carrying with him the universal respect of the better men of the nation, irrespective of party. He is far from being the unscrupulous partisan I had supposed. His message accompanying his approval of the Compromise bill was an admirable document, stamping him a patriot capable of rising above partisan demands.
    R.--I presume you have noticed from the papers that he intends in a few days to send a message to Congress recommending immediate specie resumption?
    K.--Yes; and this causes me to have a still higher opinion of him. It is astonishing that there are still in the country some greenback lunatics. We are at the door of specie resumption and it has come about by natural means. Better times for the whole country are at hand. As you know, we have very little paper money in my state, and as a consequence everything has a settled value. It is the want of this that makes times so hard in the East.
    R.--What is your opinion of the Compromise Bill?
    K.--I was opposed to it at first, but the more I see of its workings the more I am reconciled to it. It will undoubtedly give peace to the country, and I doubt very much whether the present difficulties could have been peaceably settled in any other way. The country was, one month ago, in greater peril than the masses of the people had any idea of.
    R.--About that Oregon business: do you honestly think your party has any right to claim the state?
    K.--Well, I concede that the Republicans fairly carried the state; but your party stole Louisiana from us after we had fairly carried it, and I believe we are justified in fighting the devil with fire.
    R.--You concede, then, the Democratic claim to Oregon is based upon a mere technicality?
    K.--Oh, certainly. No one can claim otherwise. We should never have seriously raised any point about it, had not your side commenced the same kind of business.
    R.--Are you acquainted with Watts, the Republican elector ousted by Gov. Grover?
    K.--Quite well. I do not think he had any idea of being elected, and, although he knew himself ineligible, he would not resign his office of postmaster--thinking it better to hold on to a sure thing.
    R.--What about [E. A.] Cronin's nose?
    K. (Smiling).--It has a healthy color and a remarkably healthy size, though it is not as bad as represented by Nast. Still it would attract attention in any crowd.
    R.--I presume you have had a pleasant trip east ?
    K.--Oh, yes; I availed myself of the opportunity to make some long-deferred visits to my relatives, and, of course, enjoyed myself. But it is a strange fact that the strongest, most uncompromising Republicans I have met are my own relatives. I am the only white sheep in the flock.
    R.--You will doubtless be glad to get back to your home again?
    K.--Indeed, I will. I am heartily tired of politics, and do not intend to again mix up in such contentions as have engrossed my mind for the past six months. My home is in a pleasant little valley at the foot of the snow-capped Sierras, one hundred miles from any railroad or navigable river, and  there,
I will devote myself in future to the more quiet and less exciting avocations of life.
    At this point other visitors presented themselves and the interview closed.
    Mr. Klippel left for the Pacific Slope on Sunday morning.
Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, February 9, 1877, page 3  See here for more on the Oregon's role in the contested 1876 Presidential election.


    Saturday might last the residence of Mr. Adam Klippel was the scene of a very pleasant impromptu serenade and sociable given in honor of Richard H. Klippel, one of the compositors of the Sentinel printing office, whose departure for the state of Oregon, via San Francisco, with his uncle Henry, had been set to take place on the four o'clock train the following morning. An amateur string band, composed of Messrs. J. A. Beaumont, Jno. Philbrick and Willie Zook, appeared in front of the house and after discoursing several very beautiful pieces the members were invited into the house, where the exercises were continued until a few hours before train time.
    The string band being "reinforced" by Mr. Klippel's large organ, with Richard as organist, the parting moments passed rapidly by amid the sound of charming music. Besides the members of the string band above given, there were present Messrs. Leigh H. Irvine, W. R. Hershberger, Wm. Rostock, Tom Curry, Wm. Brodbeck, D. W. Bryan, Joseph Jackson, George Schatz, W. B. Payne and Tom Crooks. Also, the Misses Emma Carry and Martha Snider.
    At the hour of twelve the music was brought to a close, whereupon Mr. Hershberger brought forth a package enclosing a present, consisting of a centennial clothes brush, the visiting cards of many of the young men of the city and a box of cigars for Richard from his comrades and former schoolmates, at the same time calling upon Mr. Irvine to make the presentation speech, which the latter did in a very masterly and felicitous manner. The address, which was couched in the choicest language, breathed the spirit of friendship and embodied the most ardent good wishes for Richard's future success, and his and his uncle's safe journey across the continent--in all of which the Sentinel heartily joins.
Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, February 9, 1877, page 3


    Richard Klippel, who left here on the morning of the 4th instant, accompanied by his uncle Henry Klippel, writes that they arrived safely at Jacksonville, Oregon, on the morning of the 11th, after a prosperous journey of only one week, including two days and two nights of staging.
Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, February 23, 1877, page 3


    The Ashland (Oregon) Tidings of February 24th contains the following paragraph: "Ed. Crandall, who held the position of foreman on the Tidings for the past five months, has gone to Salem where he will engage in the job printing business. Mr. R. H. Klippel, nephew of Hon. Henry Klippel, lately from the East, is engaged in Mr. Crandall's stead."
"Town and Country," Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, March 9, 1877, page 3


Oregonian, Portland, August 27, 1877, page 3


    MR. DAVENPORT:--I am writing back as fast as I can find the time. I am finding out all about the country as fast as I can. I saw a man who has been horseback to the sea coast, who says Curry County, Oregon, is nearly an unbroken wilderness, and is inhabited by a few white nomads, who worked their way through from California. Crescent City, California, is 16 miles south of Chetco and for many years was the only shipping point for Jacksonville and the entire Rogue River country, but since the roads have been graded via Ashland and the Siskiyous to Yreka and Redding, all the trading goes that way. The merchants of this valley do not care for reaching the sea on a shortcut and across the country. They can make more money hauling their goods far and selling them at fabulous prices. The trading men here all get rich, and are getting richer from day to day. A number of wagons with movers on board pass through here daily from California, bound for Washington Territory. But few emigrants stop in this valley. I meet very many of the early settlers who have been here ever since 1852. A new infusion of population into this valley and a road to the ocean would help things wonderfully, and give everything a new impetus. Table linen would not then sell for a dollar a yard as is now the case.
    At the first settlement of Oregon, Congress donated 640 acres to every head of a family. Time has shown that this has retarded the development of the state. The best farming land was thus taken up in great quantities, and those coming afterwards, finding the best locations taken up, had to pass on to remote or more inconvenient parts of the country. These "donationists" are fast disappearing, and their land is gradually changing hands and being cut up into smaller farms. In this manner the many land-poor will be ultimately relieved, and the state greatly benefited. When in San Francisco I told several of my friends--ardent Californians--that I was going to Oregon one of them sneeringly remarked, "What, do you want to go to a country where it rains thirteen months in a year?" I have been in Astoria, in Portland, all through the Willamette, Umpqua, and Rogue River valleys, and conversed with dozens of people, and not one seemed discommoded by the rains of winter and spring. There has not been any rain in the state since I got here. It rained on me on top of the Siskiyou Range of mountains, over in California, 40 miles southwest of here. In my opinion it would be a good thing if we had a little rain just now. The roads that are traveled, as for instance the stage roads, are quite dusty, but as there are no blustery winds the dust does not inconvenience anybody. The soil in the valleys and on the foothills, too, is of dark reddish color and quite gravelly. One used to our alluvial black loamy Missouri soil would suppose that nothing can grow in this gravelly red soil. But if he looks at the rank vegetation of this entire country he will soon be undeceived. The fine cornfields in the valleys, the remarkable size of potatoes, tomatoes, peaches, plums, figs, pears, prunes and apples are an evidence of the remarkable fertility of the soil. But the growth of trees is perhaps the best criterion to judge this country by. Taller fir, pine and cedar trees I have never seen in my life. Not only do these trees thrive in the valleys, but anywhere on the very tops of the highest mountains can they be seen. Many of these trees are very tall, varying in height from 150 feet and upward, and some measure at their base 12 feet in diameter. Col. Markland has a picture of Jacksonville; in the vicinity of Henry Klippel's residence stands one of these evergreen fir trees, 150 feet high. Down toward the coast, I am told, they are much taller. Men who have seen them assure me they are perfect monsters. Trees of 300 feet in height, that measure at their base from 15 to 20 feet in diameter, are a common occurrence. The oak trees in this valley are also very remarkable. Some of them are tremendous in body and foliage, and whenever they are wide enough apart they afford a dense shade. The grain of the great sugar and white pine trees is so perfect that while at the cinnabar quicksilver mines I saw one-inch, two-inch, three-inch and four-inch lumber, which we split with a froe and was as smooth as if it had been sawed with a circular saw.
    The farmers' pest here are the squirrels. They are so plenty that they destroy the grain before it is cut in the fields, as also the vegetables that grow in the gardens. But vigorous measures are being adopted to exterminate the "varmint." As for the celebrated ferrin wheat [sic--fern? foreign?], about which some newcomer writes to one of the Atchison County papers, and which was copied into a Holt County paper, and which is represented as being such a great source of annoyance to the farmers here, I would say that it is no more than our foxtail. The fields of the good farmers here are as free from the ferrin weeds as are good farmers' cornfields in Holt County from foxtail and cockleburs. The wild oats grow more rank here than the ferren [sic] weeds. A field once sown to oats one season and wheat the next is very sure to have a lively sprinkle of wild oats the following season. I noticed many wheat fields in the Willamette Valley badly sprinkled with oats. Wild oats is a common occurrence over many portions of Oregon, and is a favorite grass with the cattle. In northern and central Oregon the harvest was progressing as I passed through on the 18th of August. In the Umpqua Valley and Rogue River country, harvest is invariably and fully three weeks earlier. And the climate is also very different in many respects. The excessive rains complained of in Puget Sound country and the great Willamette Valley do not molest the Umpqua and Rogue River regions. There is really more danger of too little rain here than too much. This is corroborated by all the older settlers here. Many of the settlers of Southern Oregon before coming here tried a number of climates and finally settled here as the best.
    A rather singular feature of the people of this coast is the rapid changing of the auburn, blonde and black hair to gray. People here turn gray early but live long. An old gentleman met me whilst traveling in alone from Applegate River, who although he had attained his eightieth year, was as pert as a man of fifty. I meet many others in the prime of life who are perfectly gray and look as patriarchal as can be.
    The great attraction on the Pacific Coast being the Rogue River Falls, and Crater Lake on the summit of the Cascade Mountains, my friends thought it wouldn't do for me not to see these wonders of the continent. So we rigged up a wagon and team, tent and camp equipage with two weeks provisions and started on our 200 miles journey. When I say we, I mean Richard Klippel, Lannes Klippel, Aaron Maegly, Wm. Peninger and myself. We started from Jacksonville Tuesday evening Sept. 4; lodged at Fisher's where we took in balance of provisions; sack of flour and 20 bushels of oats for the horses. As we passed out of the fertile Rogue River Valley we entered the so-called twelve-mile desert. This body of land seemed to me as if it had once been the bottom of the sea, and consists of a continuation of gentle hills and valleys. The hills are a sandy, pebbly formation, and the valleys are filled with coarse gravel and round rock.
    We are taking a northeastern course from Jacksonville, and at Bybee's Crossing we ferry from the left side of Rogue River to the right of that stream; we keep on the right for a distance of 44 miles where we cross it once more over a brand-new bridge near Mr. Deskins' ranch and sawmill, one and one-half miles above the Falls. Here we halt again for the night, and in the morning we visit the falls, and in doing so we have to pass through a dense growth of timber and underbrush. Having reached the precipice of the Falls we had a fine view. It is not an abrupt fall but a succession of falls. The river falls 300 feet in as many yards, and works itself through and overshoots huge boulders of rock. Two hundred yards below is another and by far the finest of this cluster of falls. A large tributary to Rogue River empties its waters into it over its perpendicular left bank, which is here 198 feet in height. The deafening sound of the leaping waters, the dampening spray and the multitudinous rainbow tints present a scene both wild and grand. To give a description of the rugged precipitous Rogue River canyon, so as to impress its magnitude upon persons at a distance, is quite an impossibility for me, and I will have to leave it to your imagination to supply the deficiency of my description.
    In the afternoon of Friday the 7th, we left the camp at Deskins' (the Rogue River bridge near the Falls) and drove nine miles further on our way to Crater Lake, and stopped one and one-half miles this side of Union Creek for the purpose of enjoying a bear and deer hunt, which game abound in all this region of country. Up to this writing (at 2 p.m.) our hunters have brought in but two deer and one lynx (wildcat) but "nary bear." Harvey Deskins is among our hunting party. About a mile from camp he shot a deer, and as he was dragging it down the mountain he came across two cubs (young bears). He tried to capture one when its mother made her appearance and showed fight for the protection of her offspring, whereupon Mr. Deskins retreated, believing that to be the better part of valor. The most wonderful bear stories are related by these courageous backwoodsmen. I can only believe them by taking a look at their stocks of bear, panther and deer skins. I am thinking of bringing home with me enough bear skins to carpet one or two of our rooms. I asked if there was any danger of exterminating this game, and received as an answer that there would not be in 200 years.
    Reached here at 3 p.m. Went up to the rim of Crater Lake, 8,500 feet above the level of the sea. We looked over an immense precipice 2,200 feet into the blue lake below. We viewed this wonder of the Pacific Coast from different elevations on the western banks. It is six miles across and fifteen long, and a gentle island (mountain peak) rising from its center is covered with a scattering growth of tall fir and pine trees. The top of the peak has a deep hole in it, at the bottom of which lies a bank of eternal snow. As we had no trusted guide to pilot us, and as the surface of the lake appeared to us very ruffled from a storm and the white waves were visible, we did not feel like risking our precious lives in an attempt to descend to the water's edge. A commanding view of the entire lake is afforded from a high rocky point on the northwest. The high rocky walls which surround this remarkable body of water on the top of this high range of mountains, and the great fields of pumice stone that are strewn in great quantities all over this country, all go to show that this was once a mighty volcano, which poured out fiery lava in every direction. Huge boulders of burned rock and immense beds of pumice stone could be seen for forty-five miles of our journey ascending the Cascade Mountains. The same is true on the east of this mountain.
    We have passed Fort Klamath, 22 miles from Crater Lake, and Klamath Indian Reservation, 27 miles from Crater Lake. The Indians do not go near the rim of this remarkable lake. They maintain that looking down upon its blue waters is certain death to the Indian.
    Many questions are asked and still unanswered concerning this last. How much higher was this mountain before it exploded? When did the eruption take place? Where does this great body of water come from, and where does it go to? It has no inlet and no outlet. And how deep is it? Owing to the high altitude, and the cold and snow, we have no account that it has ever been visited in the winter time. The government owes it to the world of science to have this lake and its surroundings thoroughly explored. The explorations so far have all been by private parties and very unsatisfactory.
    We had intended to spend this day and the next in visiting the elevation on its northern boundary and descending to the water's edge, but before daybreak on Monday morning a storm arose and a rain set in,which by eight o'clock turned into a furious snow storm. We were in a quandary what to do, whether to remain in camp and wait for the storm to subside, or to pull up stakes and strike for the head of Klamath Valley, fifteen miles southeast of the summit of Crater Mountain. There appeared to be every indication of a lasting storm and we decided to abandon Crater. As we descended the mountain into Eastern Oregon we endured a pelting rain accompanied by a chilling atmosphere. In looking back, the dense clouds were enveloping the mountains in every direction. In passing the Klamath Indian Reservation the next day, we had a fine view of the mountains we had left. They were white with the snows of the previous day.
    On our way to Fort Klamath, we came to the biggest spring on the trip. It bursts forth out of the earth eight feet one way and seventy-five the other and forms what is called Wood River. The waters are very cool and as clear as crystal, and the stream is full of fish. This spring evidently receives its waters from the crater. The point where it issues from the earth has an elevation of 4,270 feet above the level of the sea, and is almost twelve miles distant from Crater Lake.
    We passed through the so-called Klamath Marsh, a vast tract of meadow land, with thousands upon thousands of head of horses, cattle and sheep. None of this land seemed to us marshy; it is much in the shape of our Missouri prairie bottoms, with only this difference that the streams which flow through it (of which there are quite a number) flow very rapidly.
    From the Rogue River Falls to the U.S. military post, Fort Klamath, a distance of 53 miles, there is not a house to be seen. The country between these points is too varied to attempt to give it a satisfactory description at this moment, and I must reserve it for some other time.
    In driving down from Fort Klamath to Linkville, a distance of 36 miles, we have Upper Klamath Lake to oar right, a fine sheet of water 30 miles in length and 10 to 16 miles wide. On our left the road winds along the foot of a high chain of mountains. Across Upper Klamath Lake may be seen a still higher chain of the Cascade Mountains. The scene of valley, meadow, lake and mountain is grand beyond description, and in order to be fully appreciated must be seen.
    The Upper Klamath Valley and the Lower Klamath Valley are two distinct geographical formations. The waters of the Upper Lake force their way through a narrow canyon in the mountains, for a distance of only a mile and a half, and enter the Klamath River at Linkville. Only an arm of the Lower Klamath Lake was visible, the main body being screened from us by a vast expanse of swamp and meadow, connecting Lake Tule in California with lower Klamath. Lakes Warner, Goose and Abert are close by, but have other outflows. I have not the figures at hand to give the number of square miles that these lower lakes cover. But the area is very great, and the maps now in use give but a faint idea of their magnitude. The whole country hereabouts is a vast grazing region, but rather high in altitude, and consequently cold in winter. With a little effort a thrifty man can cut enough hay in the fall to do all the cattle he wants to feed in the winter. The hay meadows are inexhaustible.
    The boiling hot springs at Linkville are a real wonder. We tried to dip some with our hands, and scalded them badly. Eggs and potatoes can be boiled in them. One of the citizens told me that the waters of this spring are used for scalding hogs.
Holt County Sentinel, Oregon, Missouri, September 28, 1877, page 3


    On Friday afternoon of last week, Adam Klippel returned from the state of Oregon, where he has been sojourning for the past nine months. He looks bronzed and hearty, and his trip has evidently agreed with him. Six out of the nine months he has spent in the mountains of Southwestern Oregon and Northern California, prospecting for the precious metals with which the country abounds, climbing mountains, descending into deep canons, cutting trails over mountains and through dense forests, and locating and constructing a wagon road to a country that had heretofore only been penetrated by footmen and pack animals. He has been "roughing it" in a very healthy, but very rugged mountainous country, which for grand scenery and romantic picturesqueness cannot be surpassed on the American continent. He says the proportion of good agricultural valley land in Southern Oregon, between the Cascade Mountains and Pacific Ocean, a distance of over two hundred miles, is about one acre in every five or twenty miles of valley and eighty miles of mountains--the latter towering high up in the air in all shapes and in every direction. The valley of central Rogue River, twenty-four miles wide and forty-five long, Mr. K. says, is undoubtedly the garden spot of the Pacific Coast, and its climate is as near perfection as it well can be. Running streams, rushing down from the surrounding mountains, flow from opposite directions through the valley into the Rogue River. The people inhabiting this valley are all old settlers, having moved there with their families from different states of the Union in 1862, '63, '64 and '65, and since those years few, if any, additions have been made by immigration. The original immigrants own the lands of this valley in tracts varying from 640 acres to 1,000 acres. Very many of the farmers own many thousands more. As a consequence, close farming is out of question. And gold mining and stock raising being considered the most remunerative and chief industries of Southern Oregon, there are but few farmers in the valley but what are also interested in a mine and some sheep or cattle ranch in the mountains. The opportunities to embark in enterprises of this kind are too great to be resisted, hence the Rogue River Valley farmer, besides owning more good farming land than he can tend to, most always has too "many irons in the fire."
    Mr K. says the mountains of Southern Oregon are generally well timbered and watered, and the climate of the Rogue River country is excellent. Copper, iron, coal, and the precious metals abound, but the labor and expense of securing them are greater than most people in the States have an idea of. Parties who are comfortably situated in the States and make a reasonable good living (especially in such a good county as Holt) should be careful to "pull up stakes" and go to such a new country as Oregon. The difficulty of getting there and the danger of landing in a country without acquaintances, friends and money have reduced many an emigrant to extreme penury and want; California is full of such people and Oregon is getting more than her share.
Holt County Sentinel, Holt, Kansas, May 10, 1878, page 3




HENRY KLIPPEL
     Born in Germany, December 11, 1833. His parents brought him to America when four years old, and settled at Cincinnati, Ohio. His father died here and the family moved to St. Joseph, Mo. In 1851, Mr. Klippel crossed the plains to Oregon, arriving August 16th of that year. After remaining in the Willamette Valley about six weeks, he came across the state to Yreka with a gentleman who was going to that place, arriving in the fall. Here he mined during the winter and in February, 1852, came to Jacksonville, Jackson County. He mined first at Galice Creek, Josephine County, but soon returned to Rich Gulch where he engaged principally in mining until 1857, after which time he followed various occupations until 1860, when the Gold Hill mine was struck. He then gave this mine his entire attention and put up on that mine the first quartz mill built in Oregon. In 1864 he went to Idaho and mined successfully--returning in the fall of that year. In 1868 [he] engaged in the hardware business trade in company with Wm. Hoffman. This business he followed for six years. At the incorporation of Jacksonville, he was elected recorder, and afterwards president of the board of trustees. In 1870 was elected sheriff of Jackson County, holding the office one term. In 1872, he was appointed one of the capitol commissioners, and after the first year was elected president of the board. In 1874, the legislature met, and Mr. Klippel was elected to the office of capitol commissioner, and resigned about November, 1874. Returning to Jacksonville, built another quartz mill with Mr. Beekman on the Jewett claim. He was also one of the discoverers of the Emeline cinnabar mine, which yielded a fair percent of quicksilver. In 1874, he was chairman of the Democratic state central committee and in 1876 nominated for a Tilden elector. In 1872, he was nominated by the Democratic Party to represent Jackson County in the legislature, but was defeated. In 1877, he with a company built a water ditch from Swan Lake to the mines they owned on Applegate and ran a hydraulic mine. These mines he took charge of after the completion of the ditch, and followed this business until 1880, when he was elected county clerk; re-elected in 1882 and is the present incumbent. Mr. Klippel married Elizabeth J. Bingham, January 24th, 1860, and they have five children living.
A. G. Walling, History of Southern Oregon, Comprising Jackson, Josephine, Douglas, Curry and Coos Counties, 1884, page 530


    Hon. Henry Klippel, ex-county clerk, is now in Chewaucan Valley, Lake County, and is preparing to go into the stock business extensively. His family are with him.
"Personal," Ashland Tidings, July 31, 1885, page 3


    Henry Klippel returned from east of the mountains this week. His new quartz mill is all ready for work and will be started up next Monday. The lack of mining water will probably prevent it moving steady at present, however.
"Local Items," Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, October 23, 1886, page 3


    Philip Klippel, an old resident of this vicinity, has gone to make his future home at Jacksonville, Oregon.
Weekly Kansas Chief, Troy, Kansas, March 10, 1887, page 3