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WEEKLY liOGl'E KIVF.R COURIER
of Grant Pass, Ore.
Regular Republican Nomine for
W. M. CHESHIRE
of Grants Pass, Ore.
Regular Democratic Nominee for
Eight years In sheriff's office as
H. S. WOODCOCK
liHk'iHMirieiit Cusnlid.it e for
Has been serving the county as com
missioner for the past two years.
E. E. BLANCHARD
Republican Nominee for
of Josephine County.
General Election November 5, 1912.
Socialist Nominee fur
of Josephine County.
Ticket Agent and Cashier S. P. R. R.
for Last Ten Years at Grants
Republican Nominee for
JUSTICE OF THE PEACE
Of Grants Puss Justice District.
General election November .", 101'J.
E. J. LIND
Republican Nominee for
of Josephine County.
General Flection Nov. ."i, 1012.
W. R. NIPPER
Independent Candidate for
of Josephine County.
General Election Nov. 5, 1912.
J. A. LEMERY
Ashland, Oregon, Prohibition can
Am a progressive of the most pro
gressive type as understood by the
present national and state platforms.
I stand for a strict enforcement of
all criminal laws, and will not evade
my duty in suppressing blind pigs,
road houses and other places of
vice, and while strictly enforcing the
law, I will faithfully guard the In
terests of the taxpayers, that no un
necessary burden be placed upon
them. Have practiced law seven
years and a resident of Jackson
county five years.
JOHN W. CAMI'HKLL
Candidate for Congress
SERVIAN ARM V WIN
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VERANJE. Servia. (M. - An
official mesfaae from the frontier
confirms the rei- rt that the S-rv.an
army has oc -upM Ma.ed'.n
la. according to announ n,r,t here
Send ihlsTaP" 'o jonr frds.
STORY OF JOSEPHINE COUNTY
TOLD BY PIONEER 1 I
l( unci Indians liivide Iiitert lu Karly Day So. Oregon Narrative.
(Third .f ,rie i.f historical
skfti ho f tiu. ,.Urly history of J
Josepliiue comity, written for the
Courier by A. J. I Ion ell.) j
Resuming and concluding my re-
view of history of Josephine county, j
i win gay that "Bob" Worthington
anj John Spurgeon were mining
partners on the Althouse. They di
vided their money and burled it sep
arately In tin cans. In the fall of
'34. Worthington buried oue thous
and dollars that I knew of. One
Sunday, almost a year afterward, he
requested me to go prospecting with
him. He took me along to see him
dig up his deposit. Going a half
'mile he paused at the base of a
large sugar pine tree, some thirty
yards from which he had burled his
treasure under some brushes. Go
ing to the place he saw an empty
hole where the gold had been. In a
worried voice he said, "My God!
some one has watched me bury it
and stolen It."
Worthington was going back to
"Pike" in old Missouri, and. now he
declared he was ruined. I thought
the hole looked gke the work of a
small animal, but could not make
"Bob" think so. While he was look
ing at the ground and bewailing his
loss I went down the draw leading
away from his safety vault. Kick
ing among the leaves and trash,
about thirty steps below, I uncovered
the can Intact with the gold In It.
I called to him, saying, "Here, 'Rob,'
is your money." A few long hur
ried strides brought the now happy
man to his wandering "chlnkamln."
In addition to the. larye nuggets
already mentioned there was the
seventeen pound slug found in l.s.VJ
on the left fork by a diminutive
Irishman named Matty Collins. The
value of the slug was $3,4(iS. Col
lins hired another Irishman named
Horsey to help him get the big nug
get safely out of the country. Dor
sey to accompany Collins with It.
Horsey carried the gold In a burlap
bag thrown over his shoulder.
"Walk ahead Horsey," said Collins,
"and let me see how ye look." He
stood and watched Horsey as he
marched with the fortune on his
back. Horsey paused when Collins
said: "Arrah, Horsey, the devil a
one will notice it, go ahead."
The "Rich Par" claim one mile
below Iirowntown was owned by
Church, Mann, Goldsmithtier and
the writer. I was foreman. We
paid four dollars a day and board
for common miners and five for bed
rock cleaners. We employed from
ten to fourteen men. When shovel
ing in we got from one to two ounces
to the man and when cleaning bed
rock we got as high as seven hun
dred dollars per day.
"Eight Hollar mountain near Ker
by got Its name from trouble with
the Hear creek Indians. A party
was made up to go on the mountain
after Indians supposed to be there.
One of the party had bought a pair
of eight dollar boots, though they
did cost eight dollars they were of
poor quality and gave out on the
trip. For a joke the boys reported
i that the Indians got after the wear
er, hastening the wear and tear of
the boots very materially. Hence
the name Eight Hollar mountain.
In May, '53, on my birthday,
"Shorty" and I went hunting from
the forks of Althouse. There was
snow high up on the mountain, on
the crust of which we could walk.
We hunted up the range. It soon
began to snow, and there was fog
which hung low. We became sep
arated and both got lost. Shorty
was out two days and nights be
fore he finally reached the Illinois
Valley near Waldo. Night came on
me. I was wet, cold and hungry.
I kept from freezing to death by con
stant moving and Jumping about all
night. Morning found me on the
summit of the main range of the
Siskiyou. The sun shining brightly.
1 thought that to travel toward th?
sun would take me to the right
fork of Althouse. Instead, however,
I found myself on what proved to be
the head of Indian creek on the Cal
ifornia side, down which I went.
Following the creek bank I came
up against a hiiKe boulder. looking
over the top of It I was amused to
te to bla k bear cubs about the
size of coons climbing a small fir
tree. At the sight of me the cubs
becan to chatter In their native
t'inL'ue. when, to my horror the
mother poked rr heal aro :n I th?
rock entirely too near to my to in
spire confidence. Her deep growl
aud savage look was so menacing
tnat I dare not move. My gun, an
old fashioned tap lock, was wet and
out of commission. 1 drew a sheath
knife and Informed her In mute
language that it she charged me I
would surely use it on her. We eyed
each other while the black cubs sat
upon the limbs of the little fir, near
by. Presently the angry mother's
head disappeared, to my great Joy,
only to' reappear a moment later at
the other side of the rock and nearer
than before, having gone around the
rock. I quickly reversed engines
and prepared for trouble. She now
growled louder and deeper and snap
ped her teeth at me fiercer than
ever. W hen the tension got so great
that something must happen she
cast her eye up n large tree standing
near her and then she Bent another
growl and defy In my direction and
began to climb the tree, much to my
relief, up, up. Slowly and deliber
ately she went to a large limb where
she perched herself, with another
snarl and growl to me. I took her
last look to mean, "You get;" and
I replied "You bet."
I then gladly lit out down the
creek. Continuing to the mouth of
it, where It enters the Klamath riv
er, I saw on the opposite bank of
Indian creek an Indian rancherie,
made up of men, women nnd children.
I made motions for them to come
over after me with one of many
canoes fastened to the bank. They
Ignored me nnd my wishes. I was
so hungry that I determined to wade
across to them. The water was tip
to my arm pits and us" cold as snow
could make It. Once over I soon saw
that the Indians could talk neither
Jargon nor Kngllsh. I made signs
of hunger. At her leisure an aged
squaw got for mo some dried eel
which I proceeded to eat.
The time was about 3 p. tn. I then
laid down and was fast asleep In
stantly. When I awoke In the night
the Indians were asleep all nronnd
me. I was thirsty, I could not wait
for daylight to get a drink. I again
made signs when the old squaw,
who was lying with head to the flro
and whose duty it was to chunk up
the fire and keep It from going out,
understood me, and picking up her
woven cap, which she wore daytimes
handed nie the water In It. I never
tasted water so good as that was.
I then went to sleep again, not wak
ing until late in the morning. The
Indians were basking in the sun, tip
patently oblivious of my presence
Again I made a sign for food, and
as before the decrepit squaw answer
ed my need with a wisp of dried eel.
I remained with them all day until
late the second morning. I took the
breech pin out of my gun barrel
and cleaned It, but did not load the
gun until I had left their camp.
I now found It necessary to cut
my boot legs off and make of them
a pair of moccasins In which to walk
to Urowntown. My boots were so
turned oved and dilapidated that I
could no longer wear them.
The Indians laughed at me while
I was making the moccasins. Once
more on my feet I ate more dried
eel and then on the second day, fol
lowing signs made by an old Indian
who looked like chief. I started
across the mountain. The old chief
also made a diagram on the ground
of two creeks which I must cross
and made sleep signs at the second
one of which I understood that I
must stay there all night, which I
did. My moccasins were better than
nothing but I was compelled to use
my gun barrel for a walking cane
going down the mountain.
The second day from the Indian
camp I landed at Pages on the Illi
nois river (now called Pages
gulch.) I bad never met Page. I
was almost starving for something
I could relish, and asked him If he
had anything to eat. He replied that
he had not, but would have as soon
as he could bake some bread, which
he was then mlilng. I told him of
having been IobI and my being ir.
the Indian camp for two nights.
I noticed a kettle on the fire and
asked him what It had In it. He said
It was grouiip, but was not done. I
took the lid off and cut off a leg of
the grouse and ate It. Pace treated
me kindly, saying after getting bet
ter acquainted thf fce was afraid of
t::e at first a;!'earan e. His food
was superb, for I was half starved,
having eaten nothing but dried eel
for six days.
I stayed with Page one night,
when 1 crippled off for Urowntown
In my Improvised moccasins.
When I came lu sight of Brown
town a big crowd of anxious miners
were there discussing my prolonegd
absence. Capt. "Hob" Williams and
"Shorty" among them. "Shorty"
had advised that they do not worry
adding "that boy will come out
somewhere." When they saw me
coming they made the welkin ting,
yelling like wild men. declaring that
the dead had come to life" and
"the lost was found."
Whtjti I told the boy where aud
how I had been In the time gone
and that I spent two nights with
the mad Klamath Indians Williams
and "Shorty" declared that I would
never be killed by Indians. They
could not understand why those
hostile Klamaths had not killed me
and taken my gun. as the Indiana
were anxious to get guns.
The boys were ama.ed that any
white man could thus stay among
those redskins and come away alive
so soon after the fight with those
same Indians. In 1S51.
In this year '51 a party of miners
came from mntciau to ruamatn
river. Capt. Williams, "Shorty"
and George Woods were of the party
They had a fight with these Indians
on the present site of Happy Camp,
killing several of them. In the
thickest of the battle Captain Wil
liams emptied his old fashioned
mnzzlo loading gun and Jumped be
hind a tree none too large for his
protection. An Indian seeing him
so poorly shielded made for him
with bow and arrow, fully determin
ed to take his life before WilllaniB
could reload his gun. A squaw,
perhaps his w ife, ran with the Indian
handing arrow s to him. Leaping and
bounding he was shooting arrows at
whatever he rould see of Williams,
who In turn was dodging first one
way and then the other, trying to
reloatl his gun. With every shot
of an arrow tamo the Indian's quaint
I piercing exultant war yell lu high
, key on the eve of victory, Yeep!
Yeep! Yeep! Zip! Zip! Zip, sang tho
arrows as they tore bark from the
tree In Captain "Hobs" very face.
"Shorty" seeing the peril of his
chum and brave companion, and that
the Indian was rapidly closing In,
making tho escape of Williams im
possible, fired at the Indian, and
tho squaw with her arrows, being
In range, he killed both of them at
one shot. Now Is Hob's time, and
he Jumped from behind tho tree ns
he drew an old fashioned pepper
box pistol from his pocket, loaded It,
and fired every barrel of It at the
head of the Indian, saying as he
did so, "You will shoot me, will
In the fall of '53 old George
Woods was prospecting down at tn
mouth of Deer creek below Kerby.
An old Indian was In the habit or
frequenting bis tamp and begging
food. Woods had been in all of the
Indian troubles In this region and
was an avowed Indian hater. One
day the Indian was In his camp as
usual begging, when Woods gave
him some food which he had pre
pared with strychnine In It. Soon
the poor Indian began smacking bis
lips saying "Hlyum-salt; and rais
ing to his feet started for the creek
mumbling "Nlea tlca hlyu chuck,"
meaning that he wanted lots of
water. Woods got his gun and shot
him In the back as he went, dump
ing his dead body In the Illinois.
Not much was known of this at the
Such Is history.
In conclusion I will say that my
narrative of historical events runs
back sixty-one years, which Is a long
time. I have stated the facts as I
remember them. I was young then,
and the times that produced this
very history of which I have writ
ten was so new to me that It made an
Indelible Impression on my mind
which time ba not effaced.
A. J. HOWELL.
BERLIN, Oct. 29 While military
observers here today are agreed com
plete victory In the llalkans is near
for the allied states, and that before
the week's end Turkey Is likely to
admit defeat, no one connected with
the government or the army will
comment upon the possibility of
Europe being generally embroiled.
All who have made public state
ments scoff at suggestions In the
press that England, Frame and Rus
sia would successfully attack Ger
many now when her ally, Austria, Is
engaged In watching the lialkan war
with possibility of being Involved
Prot Prescott, of the University of
Michigan, testified before the Pure
Food Committee of Congress, that the
acid of grapes held highest rank as an
article of food and he regarded the re
sults from baking with cream of tartar
baking powder as favorable to health,
Royal is the only Baking Powder made 1
from Royal Crape Cream of Tartar,
1U. MARSH litM'ATF.S
IN SOUHFUN ORFGOV.
Ir. II. R. Marsh, who, with his
wife and six children, arrived recent
ly from Point Harrow, Alaska, Is lo
cated at Wolf Creek, aud will havo
charge of the Interests of W. G.
Smith during his absence.
Mr. Marsh has been n resident of
Point Harrow for 15 years past, oc
cupying tho position of Presbyterian
medical missionary, I'nlted States
commissioner, which combined the
offices of probate Judge, coroner nnd
justice of the peace, and delivered
the malls for I'ncle Sam at his far
thest north post of lice.
There were besides Mr. Marsh nnd
his family four other whites nnd
Illg Chief's Wigwam two timet
ns l.lg for 101.1, Great INMl'NS
coining. Wuttii little Wigwam,
0I South lth St., Grunt Past,
Money that Dribbles Away
in Small Amounti
if accumulated can bo made to realizo
a hundred fold more in pleasure and
possession. The Savings Department
Grants Pass Banking & Trust Company
provides a .safe means of accumulation.
When You Sell Your Crop
DEPOSIT IT IN THE
JOSEPHINE COUNTY BANK.
Do it even though you want to use a part or all
of it. Your earieellcd cheeks will be a safe receipt
for bills paid.
WE WANTS YOUR BUSINESS.
JOSEPHINE COUNTY BANK
about r0() natives, and he explains
that his numerous duties kept him
busy continually. Mr. Marsh has a
choice collection of Alaskau curios,
many of them having no duplicates
In existence as they were connected
with the religious rites of the na
tives nnd, previous to his appearance
nt the Island, they would not pan
with them: but later, as they becnni')
civilized Mid Christianized, there
was no further uso for tho symbols
of their old religion. It Is probable
that Mr. Marsh will give a series bf
lectures during the winter, at which
time many of the curios will un
doubtedly bo exhibited.
Point Harrow, named after Sir
John Harrow, Is on the north coast
of Alaska nnd tho most northerly
spot on tho American mainland.