The Infamous Black Bird Southern Oregon History, Revised

The Legends of Table Rock

Table Rock, circa 1910
Table Rock, circa 1910

    . . . how will he explain the circumstances of those three Indian women, who had taken refuge on the top of Table Rock, being shot, and their bodies falling over the cragged rocks, down on the steep precipice below. The sight of these mangled victims as they lay writhing in agony was so shocking that it was reported that they were scared and fell down, but Dr. Ambrose, who lived in the vicinity, informed me that they did not fall until they were fired upon.
John Beeson, letter to the editor of the Oregon Statesman, October 8, 1856, Letters Received by the Office of Indian Affairs, 1824-1880, National Archives Microcopy 234, Reel 609, NADP Document D45     In his book A Plea for the Indians Beeson says two women and a man fell off Table Rock.

    ESCAPE OF INDIANS FROM TABLE ROCK.--One day last week a number of Indians were discovered to be hiding on Table Rock, at the upper end of Rogue River Valley. There is a narrow path leading down to the river on the north side of the rock, the only means of descending on that side. A party of men were stationed at the foot of the path to shoot the Indians when they came down, and another party ascended the rock on the south side to drive the Indians into the trap. After a tedious hunt among the brush and holes they finally succeeded in finding the Indians, and sure enough they started for the path above mentioned, to make their escape to the river. But the hunt for them on the rock had lasted so long that the company placed in waiting had left their post to get something to eat, and the Indians ran down unmolested, plunged into the river and escaped to the other side. In their flight one of the squaws and an Indian boy got behind, and attempted to take a near cut to catch up, but they were traveling too fast for such dangerous ground, and fell over a precipice and were killed in the fall.--Yreka Union.
Marysville Daily Herald, Marysville, California, October 27, 1855, page 3

    Table Rock, an engraving of which we present in this number, is one of the prominent natural landmarks in Southern Oregon. It is situated on the north bank of Rogue River, in Jackson County, and about twelve miles from the town of Jacksonville. For many miles along the Oregon and California stage road it is plainly visible, and is an object of admiration to all who appreciate the grand and picturesque in nature's panorama. Viewed from a distance, on the southern and southeastern sides, it resembles a vast fortress with frowning battlements and insurmountable walls. Its top has the appearance of a level surface, which is more striking because it is seen without background, except the clear sky, at this season of the year. Upon close inspection, all ideas formed from a distant view vanish. Its symmetrical proportions are lost and it is found to be two walls of crescent form, enclosing a miniature valley, through which a small stream courses down into Rogue River, with the two southwest points of the crescent walls near each other. This stream was once rich in gold, but, like the many placer deposits in Southern Oregon, it was long since worked out and deserted.
    The area enclosed within the walls is, in extent, about half a mile from one extremity to the other, and is nearly round. At the northeast points of the crescents there is an opening through which a bridle trail leads down a gentle declivity into the broad valley below. From the formation of the whole geological structure, known as Table Rock, it is reasonable to believe that the walls were once complete, and enclosed the crater of a volcano. The waste of time, through the lapse of ages, wore through the stony enclosure; the fires retreated back to their subterranean home, and a cold stream of water trickles down where once flowed the molten lava. This opinion is strengthened by the fact that on the outside, and at the base of the eastern wall, a small stream of asphaltum issues forth and congeals into flinty hardness after being exposed a short time to atmospheric influences. The highest point of the wall is on the east side. Here there is a perpendicular precipice of three hundred feet, and for more then two miles the height varies from one hundred and fifty to two hundred feet. The rock is basalt, and it rests upon a gray sandstone base, which seems to dip from the outer edge of the wall, inward. The upper two-thirds of the basalt has a smooth surface, and the lower third is crystalline, or, rather, composed of groups of Doric columns, cemented together.
    Table Rock is an object of historic as well as geologic interest. In a military view it is one of the most easily fortified strongholds in the world. This fact was well understood by the Indians during their war with the settlers in 1855-6. On the 14th of October, 1855, when one of the famous Rogue River chiefs was hard pressed by the volunteers, he took refuge on Table Rock and kept his enemies at bay during the whole day. At night, he escaped with his hand, after having killed and wounded several of the attacking party, without losing a man. Fort Lane, named for Gen. Joseph Lane, was situated a short distance to the southwest of Table Rock, and the soldiers, while stationed there, by frequent excursions, made themselves acquainted with all the intricate fastnesses of the grand natural fortification.
    But the incidents we here relate have passed into history, and the herdsman's flock now wanders in security around the rocky fortress which once echoed back the wild war whoop and the sharp ring of the frontiersman's rifle.
West Shore, Portland, July 1877, page 217

    We are now in the shades of the overhanging Table Rock. Looking up its perpendicular sides, the faces of the old chiefs, Joe, John and Sam loomed up in our imagination. Turning to Col. Ross, who occupied a seat in the car, we queried; "Can you tell us, Col., what chief it was who fought the battle on Table Rock?" The Col. laughed heartily, saying: "There was never a battle fought on Table Rock. That's all in the eye."
"As Others See Us," Ashland Tidings, June 25, 1886, page 1

    Gen John E. Ross claims, in an interview with us, that there was no battle fought by the whites against the Indians on the summit of Table Rock. He says that Capt. Taylor was killed by the Indians back of Table Rock, but no battle was ever fought on the rock. As Mr. Ross was a second lieutenant in the Cayuse war, he ought to know--Courier.
"Brevities," Ashland Tidings, June 25, 1886, page 3

    While Table Rock is an historic landmark in Southern Oregon, and while a painting of it would serve better than one of any other object in the state as a memorial of the struggles and dangers of pioneer times heroically borne by the settlers of Oregon, it should not be placed on exhibition at Chicago or elsewhere with a fishy legend attached. The generation that fought the Indians of Southern Oregon has not yet passed away, nor are the original records and reports lost. While some of the veterans may become fictitiously reminiscent in their narratives, as veterans are wont to do, sufficient time has not yet elapsed for legendary tales to pass current as history. There are yet too many survivors and too much written record to permit the legend-makers to invest such striking objects at Table Rock with fictitious romances unquestioned. There were battles with the Indians near Table Rock in 1851-2 and 3, and it was the scene of a treaty made by General Lane in September, 1853, but nowhere is it recorded that defeated Indians "fled to the highest point of the rock and dashed madly over the precipice," nor is it probable that even the most reminiscent veteran will deliberately assert that such an incident ever occurred. Let us leave legend-making to our children, and confine ourselves to facts in narrating the incidents connected with the intercourse between the whites and Indians, at least to such of them as are creditable to us as putative representatives of a higher civilization.
Oregonian, Portland, March 20, 1892, page 4

Table Rock, July 1942
Table Rock, July 1942

Not Much Foundation, in Fact, for the Picturesque Tale
of a Band of Indians Committing Suicide There.
    The editorial comment of the Oregonian of March 20 on the Table Rock legend has called out such varied and earnest discussion since among Southern Oregon pioneers, [that] an Oregonian reporter interviewed a number of the most prominent Southern Oregon pioneers on the subject, with the following result:
    Col. Wm. J. Martin said: "I first saw the Table Rocks in 1849, as I passed through this valley with a band of beef cattle, en route to Fort Hall to relieve the starving emigrants. I was under escort of Lieut. Hawkins of the United States Army. We camped at the Willow Springs, near the Table Rocks, and that night fifteen of our soldiers deserted us and fled to California. We did not take time to study the beauties of nature, for the Indians were thick all around us, and they stampeded our cattle during the night, and some of them were never found.
    "The legend of Table Rock has some foundation in fact, and the circumstance connected therewith happened in 1851. There was a little skirmish with the Indians, who were all hostile, and General Lane, who was then a candidate for Congress, came out. As I then heard it, one squaw was crippled in their fight from the rock. I was actively engaged in the Cayuse war and the Rogue River war of 1853-5-6. I am glad the war is over. They are all 'good Injuns' now."
    Gen. J. C. Tolman said: "I am not in a condition of health to give a satisfactory account of my pioneer experience; have been confined to my room for several days past, the result of an accidental fall. I came to this valley with a party of emigrants, men, women and children, September 1, 1852, the first arrival of emigrants that year. I was here during all of the Indian wars. I never enlisted, but spent my time guarding families and running an ambulance wagon. I heard of the fight with the Indians near the Table Rocks in 1851, but I never heard of the Indians jumping off the rock. I think that must have happened at 'Jump-off-Joe.' [The origin of the name of Jump-off Joe Creek is under dispute, but no accounts of its naming have anything to do with Indians committing suicide.] I have often heard the legend you speak of and have seen it in print, but I think it is a canard."
    E. K. Anderson said: "I crossed the plains in 1849 to California, and came to Jackson County in 1852. I brought the first wheat to this valley, and raised the first crop of wheat and oats ever raised in Rogue River Valley. I sold one bushel of the wheat I brought here with me for $16 per bushel, and I sold all I raised the next year for $8 per bushel. There was lots of Indian fighting around the Table Rocks, but I don't think any Indians ever jumped off the rock. Were I to give in detail my pioneer experience I don't think you would find any paper that would publish it, unless it was a story paper, but I think it would make interesting reading for some."
    Hon. C. C. Beekman said: "I came to Rogue River Valley in the year 1853. I was employed by Wells, Fargo & Co., and my business kept me closely confined in my office. I was not at any time engaged in Indian fighting. I do not remember hearing of the incident of which you speak of in early days; have often heard of it since, but never thought it authentic. Table Rock needs no such doubtful legend to make it preeminently the historic spot of Southern Oregon."
    Capt. A. D. Helman said: "I never was on the Table Rocks; have often heard the legend of which you speak, but know of the facts only from hearsay, and I presume you have plenty of that."
    Judge P. P. Prim said: "I came to Jackson County in March 1852. I came here to practice law, but got caught in the gold excitement and became an honest miner. We had an alcalde court in those days, and I helped to try one case. A miner had his leg broken, and while he was unable to work his claim was jumped by a newcomer. The case was decided [by the alcalde] against the miner. This so enraged the miners that a mass meeting was called; an appellate court was instituted, the decision of the lower court reversed and the case remanded back for trial. Of course it was decided in favor of the miner. I have often heard the legend of which you speak, but never supposed there was any foundation for the story."
    James McDonough said: "I came to Jackson County in March 1852, and have lived here ever since. I was in the thickest of the pioneer settlers' struggles. Helped to build Fort Lane. I own a large stock farm just across Rogue River, opposite the Table Rocks. When the battle was fought between the Table Rocks, we could hear the guns firing. Major Lupton was killed in that fight. [The Lupton massacre took place at the mouth of Little Butte Creek, not at the Table Rocks.] I always tried to help and protect the women and children. I like stock farming much better than Indian fighting. I have always heard of the legend of Table Rock; the point where it is said to have happened can plainly be seen from my place. None suppose there was much foundation for the story.
    Gen. T. G. Reames said: "I have been a resident of Jackson County, Oregon, since the spring of 1853, and I have heard the story of the skirmish between the early settlers of the valley and the Indians on the Table Rock and the retreat or flight of the latter in 1851, and to satisfy myself of the truthfulness of it I inquired of Gen. John E. Ross, who was one of the earliest pioneers of the county, and was engaged in nearly if not all of the battles and skirmishes between the whites and Indians, and was here at the time this should have taken place. His statement is as follows: During the fall of 1851 a small party of whites had some trouble with the Indians at or near the base of Table Rock, and three or four Indians, who were on the Rock at the time, became frightened and ran down on the west side of the Rock, and one of them, a squaw, he heard was crippled in this flight. He said the story about the battle fought on Table Rock and the jumping off same by the Indians in their flight was wholly without foundation."
    Col. J. N. T. Miller, on being interviewed, said in regard to the early Indian wars and the battles around Table Rock: "I first saw the Rogue River Valley in June 1849, while on my way to the gold fields of California. While our party was passing Rock Point we were attacked by Indians in ambush, but no one was injured. Passed through the valley again in August 1850 on my way to Sauvies Island; we were not molested by the Rogue River Indians, but had trouble with the Pitt River and Cow Creek Indians; was in the fight which occurred at Big [Bar] under Table Rock in the year 1852, and acted as interpreter for Agent Skinner before the battle began. After the skirmish, in which several Indians were killed, I went with Lamerick's company and took part in the fight at Evans' place on Rogue River and at Chief Joe's place on Evans Creek. Returned with Capt. Lamerick's party, and was present when the  Indians surrendered at the base of Table Rock. I was in the fight which occurred at the mouth of Little Butte Creek, and the one at Hailey's ferry during the fall of 1855. Major Lupton was fatally wounded at the latter place. [Other sources place Hailey's ferry on the Rogue River at the Bybee place, site of today's TouVelle State Park. Lupton was killed at the former place.] The next day after these two battles were fought a reconnoitering party went up on Table Rock and ran some Indians off of the bluff near the south side of the rock, and it was reported that a squaw was killed, and several Indians were injured in trying to elude the party. I do not know as to the truth of this statement, but it was told me by one who said he was present when the Indians fell or jumped off of the rock. Gen Lane is usually credited with having made the Indians jump from Table Rock, but the statement is doubtless not in accordance with the facts.
    "But it is a fact that the Table Rocks were the principal rendezvous of the  Indians during the early wars, and is one of the most interesting historical features of Southern Oregon."
    Hon. W. J. Plymale said: "I came to Jackson County in the fall of 1852; have resided here ever since. Have often heard the story embraced in your question, and believe it to be simply an exaggerated historical fact. The truth seems to be that in 1851 a skirmish took place between the whites and Indians near Table Rock, and some squaws and children, stationed as sentinels on the rock, took flight and ran down a narrow crevice, formed by a pinnacle standing out from the southmost corner of the rock, and in the flight one squaw had a leg broken and several more were more or less hurt. This is all there ever really was of the 'mad rush' over the precipice. I have been on the rock several times, and a rush over the wall, which is from 75 to 100 feet, with half a mile tumbling, would result in instant death."
    Hon J. M. McCall said: "I am a Southern Oregon pioneer, and of the legend of which you speak, I never heard of it until recently, and there is no foundation for it."
    P. Dunn said: "I have lived in Southern Oregon for many years; have heard the legend of Table Rock but don't think there is any foundation for the story."
    J. H. Russell said: "I am a pioneer, but I have no recollection of the event of which you speak."
    Captain Thomas Smith said: "I heard the story in pioneer days and investigated it. I learned that there was a skirmish with the Indians near Table Rock in 1851, that the squaws and children who were stationed on the rocks took fright, and scrambled down the crevices at the south end of the rock, and one squaw was crippled by the fall. The legend as we usually hear it I think is a myth."
    Hon. William Kahler said: "I came to Jackson County in 1852; took up a donation claim at the mouth of Bear Creek, opposite the Table Rocks, in 1855. I lived there with my family for thirty-two years; had grandchildren and great-grandchildren when I moved away in 1887. Old Fort Lane is on land adjoining the farm I owned. I know something of the dangers and privations of pioneer life, but the most of us old pioneers are nearing a better country. The trials and vicissitudes of other days have mellowed down by the hand of time until the lengthening shadows of eventide but herald for us the dawning of an endless day. I heard from Mr. Albert Bethel the story of the Indians jumping off the Table Rocks in 1851, and one squaw was crippled by the fall. My pioneer home was three-fourths of a mile from the Table Rocks."
    Mrs. J. M. McCully said: "I came to Jacksonville in the spring of 1852. In June of that year the Chiefs Sam and Joe congregated their braves on the top of Table Rock to pow-wow and hold councils of war. [All other accounts, along with Miller's, above, place their redoubt at the base of the escarpment, not on top.] The flashes of their signal fires could be seen all over the valley, and in a few hours not a straggling Indian was to be seen. Table Rock was not their battle ground, it was their undisturbed rendezvous. The Indians did not fight on the defensive then as they did later. The old war chief, Indian Sam, looked down from this grand old rock with hatred in his 'klose tum-tum' for the handful of whites scattered over the valley, and who were afraid to build cabins and sow their seed, not knowing how soon they would be cut off by the savages, who were so bold. The Indians came down from Table Rock to battle on Big Bar of Rogue River, near the base of Table Rock. Captain Lamerick enlisted a company of volunteers, principally miners and a few men from Jacksonville. One memorable morning they started off to protect the helpless settlers, and a braver company never went forth to battle in any cause. They fought and whipped the Indians, scattered them in all directions. That first fight on Big Bar taught the Indians a lesson they never forgot. As for the volunteers or soldiers driving the Indians off Table Rock to their death below--that was certainly only a legend."
    Mrs. Elizabeth Kenney said: "I came to this valley with my father, Colonel W. G. T'Vault, in 1852. My parents took up a donation claim on Rogue River, opposite Table Rocks, now known as the Dardanelles, near Gold Hill. I was the first white woman ever on Table Rock. I went up with my parents in June, 1852. While we lived on the farm our lives were terrorized by the Indian fighting all around us. We heard the guns fired at the battle between General Lamerick and the Indians at Big Bar. One time, when my father was gone to Jacksonville, there were four of our neighbors' cabins burning at once in sight of us. We never expected to see another day alive. I have heard of the Indians jumping off Table Rock ever since I first came here. There are so many of the most important events of pioneer history that have come down to us by tradition that I think this story was never questioned, until the Oregonian commented upon it."
    Mrs. P. P. Prim said: "I am president of the Jacksonville Woman's World's Fair Club. We have contracted with Mrs. Rowena Nichols to paint the Table Rocks for our exhibit at the world's fair. The lady is a native of this county, who has studied abroad, and although her home is now in Washington, she expects to exhibit a collection from historic landmarks in this valley with us. We never contemplated attaching any fishy legends to our picture when it is placed on exhibition; neither do we take it as a compliment that the brave men who defended our homes in pioneer days should be styled 'fictitiously reminiscent.'"
Ashland Tidings, April 22, 1892, page 1

The Table Rock Legend.
    Deputy Revenue Collector A. J. Barlow, a nephew of Gen. Joseph Lane, has been investigating the truth about the famous historical fight made by Gen. Lane and his troops against the Rogue River Indians at Table Rock and concludes that it is a myth. Mr. Barlow writes to the Grants Pass Courier as follows:
    Some years ago General Gibbon, so famous in our civil war, and a great admirer of General Joseph Lane, stopped at my place in Gold Hill, and requested me to ascertain and furnish him all the facts about General Lane in one of his famous raids against the Rogue River Indians, having driven the Indians, after a hard and stubborn resistance on their part, over the frowning precipice of Table Rock. General Gibbon furnished me his address and promised that when he got all the data that it should be written up and go into the literature of the nation. I myself, always proud of the achievements, the daredevil bravery and lightning-like movements of General Lane, had come to believe that it was a fact, though I never heard General Lane, with whom I lived for several years, ever mention having a fight on Table Rock with the Indians. I remember he used to relate his experience when ratifying the treaty of peace, after he had surprised and chastised the Indians on Evans Creek. The treaty took place under the precipice on the south side of the table, overlooking Rogue River. It was at that place that General Lane and his party of friends, who accompanied the General to act as witnesses to the treaty, came so near being massacred by the Indians, the facts of which are familiar to most of your readers. In compliance with General Gibbon's request, I set about in quest of information, and after diligent research I found that the Table Rock fight was a myth. It existed only in the fevered imagination of sensational minds.
Ashland Tidings, November 18, 1895

    Miss Mae McIntyre spent Saturday with Medford relatives and was accompanied home by her sister. On Sunday Clarence Meeker came out and with Mr. Sandals and Miss Grace Dickison made a party to climb the lower Table Rock. They ate lunch by a blazing bonfire and report a good time in spite of fog and clouds.

"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, November 22, 1901, page 3

    We are informed that the wagon road from the valley to the top of Lower Table Rock, being made by Messrs. Pankey and Strickland, is about completed, which will be good news to the many people who would like to view this lovely little valley from those rugged cliffs, but who have been prevented from doing so by the arduous ascent.
"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, March 14, 1902, page 3

    Mr. Meeker and family, of Medford, the Misses McIntire, of Colorado, Mr. Sandles, of Ohio, and the Dickison family, of this place, made the trip to Lower Table Rock Sunday afternoon and enjoyed it and the view very much. Several other parties from different parts of the valley were also there and found many wildflowers on top, also about twenty acres of plowed ground, which looked strange to old visitors.
"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, April 18, 1902, page 3

    Sunday being a very pleasant day, people from all parts of the valley came to enjoy the sights from the top of Table Rock. One wagon loaded with eighteen people and drawn by four horses was piloted to the top of the rock, which proves that the builders of the road have worked wonders for sightseers.
"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, May 16, 1902, page 3

    L. B. Brown and family, E. E. Morrison and family, of Medford, and J. J. Brown and children, of Central Point, spent last Sunday at Table Rock. They relate that someone has planted beans and corn on the top of Table Rock and that the crop is a fairly good one.

"Purely Personal," Medford Mail, July 11, 1902, page 6

    "Every once in a while I run across a graphic account of the fight with Indians at Table Rock, in Southern Oregon," said Judge William M. Colvig of Medford. "All of the accounts, while more or less interesting, have one fatal defect, and that is they are lies. There wasn't any fight at Table Rock.
    "There are not many people now alive who have first-hand knowledge of the fact, though. C. C. Beekman of Jacksonville, myself and one or two others are the only ones I know of who possess personal knowledge of the matter."
Fred Lockley, "In Earlier Days," Oregon Journal, Portland, August 25, 1913, page 6

    Sixty Grizzlies, under the guidance of Cole Holmes, explored Table Rock, top, sides and bottom, yesterday. Discarding jitneys at a point near Gold Ray, the west side of the mountain was scaled. In order to prepare for future climbs of Mts. Ashland, Wagner and McLoughlin, a steep part of the bluff was chosen for the final spurt. Some difficulty was experienced by a few of the heavier members at this point, but all reached the top in fair condition.
    Sandwiches, coffee and frankfurters were served by the committee at high noon. Dependable coffee was donated. The dogs were roasted by George Treichler. No [dog] licenses were reported found.
    All points of interest around the rock were visited and several Indian graves discovered. Near one of these a monument of rocks was erected, topped by a placard designed with a grizzly, the work of Blaine Klum.
    The descent was made by easy stages down the east slopes. Awaiting jitneys carried the crew to Medford. Pedometers registered eleven miles of steps.
Medford Mail Tribune, April 12, 1915, page 1

    . . . permit me to state, for the benefit of the younger generation, that there never was a battle on Table Rock, nor an Indian fight of any kind there. I do not want to appear as an iconoclast, but such mistakes, no matter how romantic, should not be allowed to go down in history as facts. My mother-in-law, Mrs. Clara Birdseye, who died a few weeks ago, was living in Rogue River Valley at the time this battle was supposed to have taken place; she had a remarkable memory for pioneer events, and I have heard her discredit this myth many times.
William M. Colvig, "Colvig Explains Origin of Name of Mount Pitt," Medford Mail Tribune, May 17, 1915, page 5

Sketch of Old Nancy Who Died in Jacksonville Last Week
    "Old Nancy," as the well-known old Indian woman was known to hundreds of Jackson County people for many years, died at her home in Jacksonville last week. She had an interesting history, associated with the very earliest pioneer days of the Rogue River Valley, concerning which the Jacksonville Post says:
    "After suffering for several months with complaints common to old age, the death of Mrs. Nancy Arrasmith, a full-blood Rogue River Indian, occurred at her home here Monday evening. The burial took place Wednesday afternoon in the Jacksonville cemetery beside the grave of her husband, Ira Arrasmith, a white man, whose death occurred many years ago. Rev. Millard of Medford conducted the funeral services.
    "A history of this Indian woman's life would make an interesting and thrilling story. She was unusually bright and intelligent and was nearly 100 years old at the time of her death. She was born in the Rogue River Valley and when only a girl of 15 years was abducted and carried off to Canada by an Indian chief. After a terrific knife fight with the chief and a wild ride for her life she escaped and after many hardships finally made her way back to this valley.
    "Pursuing redskins followed and shot at her frequently, one bullet lodging in her leg and which she carried with her to the grave. The other Indians formed a dislike for Nancy, claiming she was too much in sympathy with the white settlers of this valley. This jealousy and bitter feeling resulted in numerous knife fights, and many scars marked her body as a result.
    "It is said that at one time the Indians--hundreds of them--gathered on Table Rock, at the north end of this valley, and decided to go on the warpath and kill all the whites in the valley. Nancy made her escape the night the massacre was to occur, to notify the whites of their danger, but in getting away she fell over a bluff and broke one of her legs. She managed to get onto a pony and warned the settlers, who quickly got ready for action and drove the savages out of the valley for all time.
    "Of course Nancy knew better than to return to her people, and for this brave act the whites persuaded her to remain with them, which she did to the end and was always held in the greatest respect by them. For many years Nancy lived alone in a little cottage near the courthouse and was always looked after kindly by our citizens, who saw to it that she never wanted for anything that would assist in making life as pleasant for her as possible in her declining years.
    ‘Several years ago Nancy sold her allotment claim on the Klamath Indian reservation, and from the proceeds she was enabled to live as comfortably as she desired.
    "She had no children and leaves no relatives."
Medford Mail Tribune, July 3, 1922, page 4

The True Battle of Table Rock.
To the Editor:
    "Truth is mighty and must prevail."
    No circumstance of the [1851] Rogue River war is better authenticated than the report submitted by Major Phil Kearny--afterwards General Phil Kearny--who commanded the forces here in the valley.
    The Indian stronghold was near the base of Table Rock. There the stones had fallen down for centuries among the trees and brush and they had also reinforced the natural fortification with log breastworks.
    The fight on the river, in which Captain Stuart was mortally wounded and in which eleven Indians were killed, took place on the 17th of June, 1851. The Indians retreated to their stronghold, but Major Kearny awaited reinforcements, since he had only 28 men under his immediate command at that time. He made the attack on the stronghold on the 23rd and again on the morning of the 24th of June, and in the afternoon the engagement lasted about four hours. This was a determined fight--and it is said the Indians suffered severely.
    Major Kearny had altogether approximately a hundred men, mostly volunteers, in this engagement, and it is stated that Chief John's force numbered several hundred warriors, though they only had a few guns. It was at this time that Chief John boasted that his warriors "could keep a thousand arrows in the air continually."
    At the close of the battle in the afternoon Major Kearny made an effort to treat with the Indians, but they scorned his offer and he made preparations to attack again as early as possible on the morning of the 25th, but the Indians had retreated down the river. It is claimed that the Indians crossed the river about seven miles below the stronghold, and although they were pursued vigorously, most of them had scattered into the timbered hills and only thirty women with their children fell into the hands of the pursuers.
    The treaty of Sept. 10, 1853--Gen. Joseph Lane's second treaty--took place at the base of Table Rock at the old stronghold on the western side of the great cliff.
    Table Rock was used for signal and lookout purposes. The Indians were too wise to make a serious stand for fighting on the top of the rock.
    I believe traces can still be seen of the Indian stronghold at the western base of the rock. And as the years roll on people will become more and more interested in the history of the Rogue River Valley, and it behooves us to get the truth.
    Jacksonville, Ore., Feb. 3, 1925.
"Communications," Medford Mail Tribune, February 5, 1925, page 4

Table Rock Battle Myth
Based on Old Newspaper Story, Says Mrs. Sargent
By Alice Applegate Sargent
    We feel that the time has come when truth should triumph over fiction, and right here we state most positively and emphatically that no battle was ever fought ON THE TOP of Table Rock.
    Long years ago, when Jacksonville had a splendid paper of its own, a Mrs. Plymale wrote a thrilling and interesting tale of a battle on the top of Table Rock. This article was simply a romance, but it has been handed down to the present day, and accepted by the mass of the people as authentic history. We give here the true story of the battle and the circumstances which led up to it:
    On the 17th of June, 1851, a fight took place between a small body of soldiers and the Rogue River Indians on the banks of the stream, which is now known as Bear Creek, near where it flows into Rogue River. In this fight Captain James Stuart of the regular army was shot through the body with a poisoned arrow and died of the wound.
    Major Phil Kearny was in command of this small detachment of soldiers.
    After the fight which resulted in the death of Captain Stuart, the Indians fled into their stronghold at the base of Table Rock, and Major Kearny had to wait for reinforcements before making an attack on the savages.
    The attack was made on the 23rd of June, 1851. The Indians, who fought behind stone fortifications, were under the command of Chief John, the great war chief of the Rogue Rivers.
    The attack was renewed on the 24th. This fight was a desperate one, and the Indians suffered severely. Major Kearny offered to treat with them, but they scorned his offer. He prepared to attack early on the morning of the 25th, but the Indians fled from their stronghold during the night. Although they were pursued, they escaped to the timbered mountains, and only 30 women with their children were captured. These were held as hostages.
    The battle was fought at the base of Table Rock where, for ages, fragments of rock had rolled down the slope, forming stone breastworks. These the Indians had reinforced by placing logs on top of the boulders. A famous soldier of the Civil War, then-Gen. George B. McClellan, tells us in his memoirs of being in this fight with the Indians when Captain Stuart was killed; he, a young subaltern, was a devoted friend and comrade of Captain Stuart. The body of the brave young soldier was buried at the foot of a large oak tree, and the initials of Stuart's name were cut deeply into the bark.
    The stream we now know as Ber Creek was named Stuart River in memory of this young soldier, and should be so called.
    Captain Stuart's last words were an expression of regret that his life had been sacrificed for a land that would never be anything but a wilderness.
    Dwellers in the Rogue River Valley today, and thousands of tourists from all parts of the United States, will realize that Captain Stuart did not give his life in vain, for the wilderness in which he died has developed into one of the most beautiful and fruitful valleys of the world.
Medford Mail Tribune, July 22, 1931, page 5

Mrs. Atlanta P. Naffziger, John Ross, A. E. Powell to Represent County.

    A delegation of three Jackson County residents, Atlanta Parker Naffziger, John E. Ross and Arthur Powell, left yesterday afternoon for Portland and today are attending the launching ceremonies of the S.S. Table Rock at the Kaiser Swan Island shipyards as representatives of Jackson County. The S.S. Table Rock is the first of two ships which are being named after historic Southern Oregon spots and is the 41st tanker to be launched at the Swan Island yard.
    Mrs. Naffziger's father, William Parker, gave Table Rock its name. Parker, with Lindsay and Jesse Applegate, blazed a trail through the Rogue River Valley in 1846 in an effort to find a better route from Fort Hall to the Willamette Valley, and Table Rock was named at that time, the pioneers using it as a landmark. Mr. Parker and Jesse Applegate were brothers-in-law. Mrs. Naffziger is the only living first-generation descendant of these three men.
    Mr. Ross is the son of Col. John Ross, who took part in the Indian wars in this locality. Col. John Ross was present when the treaty of peace was signed with Chief Sam on the plain below Table Rock in [1853], and took an active part in the fighting with the Indians following the massacre of [1855].
    Mr. Powell, county commissioner, is attending the ceremonies as representative of the Jackson County Court.
    The launching of the Table Rock is being used to stimulate interest in the Red Cross blood bank, a release from the shipyard states. Capt. William Willoughby, U.S. army, will speak. The captain was wounded during the battle of Attu and has been the recipient of blood plasma transfusions. He is recuperating at the Barnes General Hospital in Vancouver.
    Sponsor of the Table Rock is Mrs. Paul B. McKee, wife of the president of the Portland Gas and Coke Company. She will be attended by Mrs. Roy Matson, matron of honor; her daughter, Miss Joan McKee, maid of honor; and Miss Betty Swigert as flower girl.
    The launching will serve as a "kickoff" for a blood donors drive at the Swan Island yard, and arrangements are being made to enlist all of the Kaiser Company employees on the blood donor roll.
Medford Mail Tribune, November 28, 1943, page 10

Table Rock

Table Rock, the landmark of the valley,
    Stands majestic where the river flows.
A strong formation of splendid beauty,
    The passing of time it never knows.

The sentinel that directs the voyager,
    In silent wonder the passerby
Gazed upon the rock with thoughts sublime,
    As the gorgeous beauty meets the eye.

It told them a story of adventure,
    And made them know they were going right,
That they were nearing their journey's end,
    The Sentinel guards by day and night.

The Rock has seen cruel and awful deeds,
    But a long and silent faith has kept,
While many passing generations grieved,
    Fought and died, and sadly wept.

But today Table Rock has been honored,
    Her namesake will sail the deep blue sea,
With America's stars and stripes unfurled,
    Waving gently on the evening breeze.

May good luck and justice be ever there,
    May God direct the hand at the mast,
May Table Rock help win this awful war,
    Bringing to this world a peace at last.
                                --Atlanta Parker Naffziger

Central Point American, January 20, 1944, page 6
Written on the launching of the T2 tanker Liberty Ship Table Rock.

Jacksonville Leper Left Legend of Gold Discovery
in Vicinity of Table Rock
By Dale Vincent

Mail Tribune Feature Writer
    Lost gold and buried treasure has ever been an interesting subject. Half the people have always believed in these stories. The other half have been skeptical, but all have been wishful--for no adventure can have more charm than the finding of a ready-made fortune.
    One fact stands out: Many lost mines and buried treasures actually have been found. Many of them had no more fact than pure "legend."
Many Rich Finds
    The Mine with the Iron Door (a legend) was found, after a five-year search. The Lost Wheelbarrow Mine (another legend) was found by accident, and the ore ran $8,000 to the ton and is still in production.
    There are many, many more. The current newspapers and magazines often carry an account of someone bringing to light a so-called "legendary" lost treasure.
    Experience has proved that wherever there is a little smoke, there was at one time some fire. It is remarkable how, in following the faintest wisp of smoke, you often come upon the ashes of a fire, with a few still-glowing coals in the form of some old diary, yellowed newspaper or forgotten document.
    Lost gold mines are still sought after, but no "treasure" hunter is willing to invest his time, and often large sums of money, in restoring to the world lost treasure that a greedy government claims. Thus "treasure hunting" is not indulged in anymore to the extent it once was.
Government Reasonable
    But the government is still reasonable about lost mines, and every gold country has its stories and legends--and Southern Oregon is particularly rich in the lore of lost mines.
    In the gold rush days of the '50s, Jacksonville was a booming gold town. People had gathered here from every part of the world. There were few countries that were not represented by at least a few of that nationality. There were Swedes, French, Spanish, Irish, English and, of course, the Indian, and ever-present John Chinaman.
    Most of these were rugged, strong characters, but one day there appeared among them--a leper.
    When this was discovered by a few of the good citizens, they were filled with horror and alarm. What should they do with this scourge that had come among them?
    They desired, of course, to be rid of the leper, but the victim was still a human being, and therefore must be dealt with in a sympathetic and humane manner.
    So these few good citizens held a secret meeting--not wanting to spread any alarm--yet determined to safeguard their community.
Taken to Cabin
    At last they hit upon a plan. Appropriations were made for expenses, and a committee of three was elected to escort the leper out of town, across Rogue River, and to the inside bend of the horseshoe that was formed by the Table Rocks. [Both Table Rocks are horseshoe-shaped.]
    At the base of one of the cliffs they built a cabin and stocked it with groceries. The grateful leper promised to live there in isolation.
    The purpose of the committee from then on was to purchase food and clothing and take it to the leper once a month.
    These supplies were delivered in an odd manner. The committee of three, riding horseback and leading a pack mule, would ascend to the top of the Table Rock cliffs, just above the cabin. From that point they would lower down to the waiting leper a wooden bucket filled with supplies on the end of a rope.
    This unique grocery delivery service was kept up regularly every month for a period of more than two years.
Leper Acts Queer
    Then one day in the spring of the third year the bucket was let down laden with groceries as usual, and the committee of three could see the small figure of a man far below come feebly out of his cabin and make his way slowly to the base of the cliff where the bucket rested.
    The leper acted as though he might be unusually sick. But finally the bucket was unloaded of its food and a feeble tug on the rope was given as a signal to raise the bucket.
    But the men at the top found the bucket very heavy and, thinking it was still loaded with food, they waited. The signal came again for them to raise the bucket. The men pulled on the rope once more. It was still heavy.
    What could be wrong?
    Had the leper climbed into the bucket, the men wondered, in hope they would pull him to the top?
    They snubbed the rope to a tree, and one of them peeked over the edge of the cliff. The leper was going back to his cabin, and the bucket looked as empty as ever.
    The committee could not imagine what made the bucket so heavy, but they struggled and lifted and sweat until they got it to the top.
Gold in Bucket
    Their amazement was profound. The bottom of the bucket was filled four inches deep with gold nuggets and dust.
    This then was their reward from the grateful leper, for all the years they had carried him food. But where had he got the gold?
    The men hurried back to Jacksonville and shared the reward with the rest of the few citizens who knew about the leper and who had been contributing to his welfare. All wondered if the leper had discovered a rich mine near his cabin--but no one was willing to go near the leper to look. [It was commonly understood at the time that leprosy was transmitted by contact. If this story were true, miners would have beaten a path to 50 feet from the leper's door. The three benefactors could also have spoken to the leper from the top of Table Rock.]
    On their next trip the committee lowered their provisions as usual, but this time no one came to receive them. The cabin was silent and there was no movement anywhere. Apparently the leper had died.
    To this day no explanation has ever been found as to where that gold came from.
    Did the old man have a rich mine at the base of the Table Rocks? Or had he just cleaned out a pocket?
Old River Channel
    It has been said that no gold to speak of has ever been found around the lava formations of the Table Rocks. But one mining engineer, now living in the valley, thinks it possible that one of the old, prehistoric river channels (that are noted for their heavy gold content) runs quite close to the base of these cliffs and has been covered over by the more recent flow of lava that formed the Table Rocks.
    It could be possible that the old leper somehow tapped this old river channel. We do not know. The above lost mine story cannot be authenticated in any way. [The presence of a leper might have been kept secret in the 1850s, but his support would have been paid by the Jackson County commissioners from county funds, and recorded in the Commissioners' Journals. There are no indigent accounts in the journals resembling this story.] It is a legend that has been handed down by word of mouth from one oldtimer to another. But we do know that "legends" are wisps of smoke that have drifted down through the ages, from some fire that burned long ago.
Medford Mail Tribune, December 7, 1947, page 8


    Medford, Ore., Nov. 8--(AP)--How would you like a summer place in one of the best fishing and hunting countries in the U.S.? The price: a mere $50,000.
    Or, if you get here early--only $42,500. And that includes use of the private landing strip.
    A unique millionaires' paradise was unveiled over the weekend with a covey of Hollywood personalities as window dressing. They came to be entertained and photographed, invited by Ginger Rogers, a sometimes Oregonian who is associated in the scheme.
Dividing His Property
    The brains behind the plan is John Day, soft-spoken, sandy-haired millionaire rancher and sportsman. He conceived of dividing 3,000 acres of his Rogue River property into "package estates"--roomy $23,000 houses plus two or three acres and right to fish and game thereon. He hopes to sell $12,000,000 worth.
    As an added feature, Day has built an amazing air strip. It is atop Table Mountain, which stands like a great pool table 1,000 feet above the Rogue River Valley. This strange formation, upon which the Indians are said to have made a last stand against the white man in Oregon, will now receive the planes of tired businessmen seeking rest and sport. The first landing was made Saturday.
    The first two of the Table Mountain estates were shown to the Hollywood party over the weekend. One overlooks Hardy Riffle, a famous (to anglers) spot on the river where Herbert Hoover, the late Zane Grey and Clark Gable have cast many a fly.
Created Artificial Lake
    The other house overlooks an artificial lake. Big enough to boat upon, the lake. Big enough to boat upon, the lake was created to provide a view from the living room window.
    Although some of them seem slightly miscast in real outdoor roles, the film crowd had a rousing time. They acted just like a boy scout troop as they sang around the camp fire. Among the choristers were Ann Miller, Lee Bowman, Gale Storm, Theresa Wright, Robert Preston, John Howard, Ward Bond and John Carroll.
    Highlights of the entertainment were solos by John Howard and imitations of Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald by John Carroll and Ginger. Carroll was the life of the party, singing at any provocation. His roommate even reported he snored "Chloe" in his sleep.
Register-Republic, Rockford, Illinois, November 8, 1948, page 28

    A man and woman who had read in "Tablets" about the mining venture currently being carried on on Lower Table Rock were here one day last week asking how they could get to where the work is being done. During the talk about the Table Rocks they told us something we had forgotten. Oldtimers, they said, told of a Chinaman living in Jacksonville who was found to be afflicted with leprosy, so was taken to Table Rock and placed in a cave. His food was taken to him in a bucket lowered by a rope from the cliff above. Guy Nelson, one of our good neighbors, says he had heard about the Chinaman, but was told they built him a cabin to live in, and that when he died he left some raw gold in the cabin. Guy thinks if he can locate the site where the cabin stood, he just might find the gold.
R. E. Nealon, "Tablets," Medford Mail Tribune, March 23, 1962, page 10

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