Friday, February 17, 2012

BIG BEND: INDEX OF ADAMS CO. BIOGRAPHICAL

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Allen, Samuel 835
Amsbaugh, Charles E 862
Angell, John M 807
Angell. Radford M 872
Ashcraft, William B 868

Bannon, James R 839
Banta, Elias L 826
Bardwell, Ernest J 875
Bassett, John D 807
Bassett, George W 888
Bauer, Henry 852
Bauer, Peter 900
Benge, Frank H 823
Bennett, Christena 814
Berry, Benjamin F 906
Bickford, Benjamin F 833
Bickford, Edgar F 834
Biermann, William 879
Blair, Cyril J 891
Booth, Charles T 817
Bowers, Joseph H 828
Bradley, Elja L 916
Buchanan, Daniel 851
Burkhart, Andrew J 895
Burkhart, Madison L 827

Christensen, George F 819
Clodius. Claus H 902
Comparer, Joseph M 812
Crampton, Hal 834
Cunningham, William R 805

Dewald, Jacob 902
Dewald, John J 859
Dirstine, John T 867
Dolbow, Thomas J 817
Donnell, Vantromp 837
Dorman, Hiner 845
Eck, Adolph 881

English, James J 876
Evans, George G 905

Fletcher, James F 879
French. Franklin P 811
Frost, Frank L 870

Gage, Wells E 918
Gaskill, Edward 893
German, Thomas A 827
Gilson, Edgar D 880
Glenn, Samuel  880
Goodenough, Oscar W 829
Goodenough, William 832
Goodykoontz, John W 826
Griffith, William C 847
Grub, Philipp A 872

Hamann, Emil 909
Hamblen, Frank 882
Harris, Claude A 813
Harris, Jared M 876
Harris, Jesse R 814
Harter, Hannah J 831
Henderson, James W 864
Hinrichs, Henry 848
Holcomb, Clarence L 878
Holcomb, Oscar R 818
Howton, Joel 890
Huffman, Daniel B 845
Huffman, John C 840
Huggins, Louis H 865
Hutchinson, Samuel 863

Imus, Day 861
Ingram, George 914
Irby, John F 884

Jansen, August C 908
Johnson, Charles F 842

Kasper, Jacob 822
Kasper, Samuel 822

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Kelber, Wilhelmina H 844
Kennedy, James M 896
Kennedy, Robert C 842
Kennedy, William K 809
King, William W 854
Koch, John F 915
Koeplin, Carl A 871
Krehbiel, Daniel 861
Krehbiel, Jacob 858
Krehbiel, John 867

Labes, Charles 866
Laing, Israel B 816
Lansing, William J 815
Laughlin, Lincoln 840
Lavender, Garrett W 912
Lee, Carroll A 917
Lippold, Hannah 853
Logan, Michael J 836
Long, Calvin 859
Long, Clark 860
Long, John C 907
Lucas, George 894
Lucy, Henry 838
Lucy, Rowen 897
Luiten, Jacob 917

Martin, Tarble W 846
Martin. Thomas C 875
May, Earl W 865
McChesney, John H 830
McChesney, Roy 890
McElroy, Jack 864
McKay, William 877
McMillan, John 891
Merriman, Judson J 848
Milam, Joseph S 898
Moore, Guy D 885
Moore, Lee F 882
Morgan, Arthur V 885
Morgan, Simon H 883
Morgan, Thomas M 886
Mustard, William L 818

Neare, William W 903
Newland, Andrew S 825
Nissen, Louis 913

Oestreich, Jacob F 857
Olson, Andrew W 916
Olson, Carl M 874
Olson, Charles D 873
Olson, Charles E 915
Olson, John N 910
Ott, Sebastian 843

Pfannekuchen, Otto 913
Pflugrad, Louis 901
Philpott, David E 857
Philpott, William H 898
Pliger, Gustave 870
Purcell, William I 846

Quillen, Charles B 904

Reeder, Walter C 900
Reynolds, Ralph R 834
Richardson, Fred H 878
Rickert, Allen 868
Rigg, Isaac 824
Robbins, Fred E 841
Rogers, Roy V 893
Rosenoff. Alexander F 842
Rosenoff, Henry 853
Rosenoff, Jacob 852
Rosenoff, John F 850
Rouse, Claud C 886
Rouse, Howard B 883

Sandbrink, Fred 874
Saunders, Henry W 856
Schafer, George 909
Schermerhorn. Martin L 869
Schoessler, Jacob 850
Schroeder, Henry F 911
Scott, Daniel A 851
Seely, Eleazer M 839
Shepley, Fred B 809
Shopshire, L. N 844
Shorno, John C 813
Sinclair, George 820
Sinclair, George, Jr 914
Smith, Charles W 837
Smith, Gale 837
Smith, John W 914
Staley, Martin L 899
Staser, Clinton 810
Stewart, Lawrence 907
Sullivan, John C 892
Sutton, Byron L 889
Sutton, Levi L 832
Sutton, W. J 892
Swenson, Willis S 808

Teegarden, David 907
Thiel, Fred 904
Thomas, S. L 912
Thompson, George R. N. 821
Timm, John 858

VanMarter, Svlvester L 871
Vehrs, Johan N. G 851
Vogt, Christian 901

Wagenaar, Peter 873
Watson, Alexander, Jr 824
Watson, Robert L 883
Weaver, Hezekiah W 862
Webb, George E 829
Webb, Samuel W 905
Weise, August 911
Weller, Simeon G 838
West, James F 894
Whittall, William C 896
Williams', Andrew J 828
Williams, William R 908
Willis, John A  855
Wing, George L 863
Winn, George M 831
Winn, Thomas 887
Woody, Nathan S 836
Wright, Solomon P 835

Yeisley, William W 889

Zent. Daniel W 866


ADAMS COUNTY PORTRAITS.

Angell, Radford M 872
Angell, Mrs. Radford M 872
Banta, Elias L 824
Bassett, George W 888
Bassett, Mrs. George W 888
Berry, Benjamin F 906
Booth, Charles T 816
Bradley, Elja. L 916

Clodius, Claus 1 H 902
Cunningham, William R 805

Dolbow, Thomas J 816

Gilson, Edgar D 880

Irby, John F 884

Johnson, Charles F 840
Johnson, Mrs. Charles F 840

Kelber, Mrs. Wilhelmina H  840
Kennedy, James M 896
Kennedy, Robert C 840
King, William W 854

Laing, Israel B 816
Laughlin, Lincoln 840

McElroy, Jack 864
Merriman, Judson J 848
Merriman, Airs. Judson J 848
Mustard. William L 816

Newland, Andrew S 824

Olson, John N 910
Olson. Mrs. John N 910
Ott, Sebastian 840

Philpott, William H S98
Philpott, Mrs. William H 898

Reeder, Walter C 900
Rigg, Isaac 824
Robbins, Fred E 840
Rosenoff, Alexander F 840

Sinclair. George. Jr 914
Sutton, W. J 892

Thomas, S. L 786
Thiel, Fred 904

Watson, Alexander, Jr S24
Watson, Mrs. Alexander, Jr 824
Williams, William R 908
Williams, Mrs. William R 908

BIG BEND: INDEX OF FRANKLIN CO. BIOGRAPHICAL

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Anderson, William T 963

Baske, Fred 972
Blakely, William E 965
Borden, George W 959

Cooper, John 96

Gerry, Robert 957
Gray, Alvin P 971

Harder, Hans 967
Harder, Jacob 967
Harder, Max 966
Hendricks, George 960
Hoon, Edgar 959

Leonard, Benjamin D 969
Lewis, John C 960
Love, John B 964

McAdam, Owen 963
McClurken, John R 969
McKinney, Jesse 963

O'Brien, Cornelius S 957

Page, Danville W 958

Ring, Noah H 961

Savage, Gibson 972
Schunemann, Frank 970
Smith, Wheelock B 962
Spates, William W 970

Taylor, M. M 968

VanGordon, Josiah E 971

Ulrich, Otto 964


FRANKLIN COUNTY PORTRAITS.

Gerry, Robert 957

Harder, Hans 966
Harder, Jacob 966
Harder, Max 966
Hoon, Edgar 957

O'Brien, Cornelius S 957

Page, Danville W 957

BIG BEND p. 598: DOUGLAS COUNTY DESCRIPTIVE, pt. 3

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      Unless one employs an experienced expert he will be scarcely able to find any suitable government land in Douglas county at the present writing.  The best lands have all been taken.  What are known as the "gravelly flats" extend from Hartline to Coulee City.  They lie, practically to the north and south, but extend only a short distance.  But there are rich surroundings in the vicinity of Wilsoncreek, and beyond Coulee City, westward, toward Waterville, are some of the most valuable and productive farms in the county.  The chief city is Waterville, the county seat; miles away from any railroad as yet, but still a bustling, busy, metropolitan town of which much more is said in another chapter.  A singularly wrong impression has been gained of the fertility of this section of the country by travelers.  Riding from Coulee City to Waterville in a stage, unless the season be winter, one is enveloped in a cloud of dust.  It can only be equalled in the vicinity of Pasco, Franklin county.  But this dust is a money maker.  It is simply volcanic ash.  Scoria; and just off the stage line in the quiet fields it is growing stupendous crops of wheat, oats and barley, and the finest specimens of kitchen garden products, prize takers at county fairs.  The snows of winter supply the place of summer and spring rains.  Yet this spring (1904) there has been plenty of precipitation; a spring unusual for the quantity of moisture.  To you the people of Douglas county will explain that the nature of the soil and the closeness of the lava bed rock to the surface makes the lack of rain by no means detrimental to the making of a crop.  They will tell you, also, that at all times, even in the driest, when for months not a drop of water has fallen, moisture is found only a few inches from the surface.  The crops themselves bear witness to the truth of their assertions.

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Well water may be obtained at a depth of from ten to fifty feet.  At times the drilling is hard, and the "shots" of giant powder dropped in the cavity may not always produce the desired result; but patience will invariably reward the farmer who really wants a well.  Therefore it need not surprise the traveler through Douglas county to see so many residences pitched in the valleys instead of on the highlands; in these locations water is more accessible.

      Douglas county is situated in the central portion of the state; is 120 by 60 miles in area, and constitutes an important section of what is recognized as the Big Bend country.  It is penetrated by the Central Washington railway to Coulee City, nineteen miles, 2,640 feet; traveled by the Great Northern road 72 miles, 686 feet, and the "Adrian Cut-off," from Coulee City to Adrian, about 22 miles.

      Of the famous alkali lakes of Douglas county the report of the Washington Geological survey says:
      The alkali lakes of the state are neither numerous nor large. Among the largest are Moses Lake, Blue Lake and Sanitarium, or Soap Lake.  These, together with numerous temporary ponds and a chain of fresh water lakes occupy the former bed of the Columbia—the Grand Coulee.
      Moses Lake, which lies about twelve miles southeast of Ephrata, on the Great Northern railway, is about eighteen miles long and a mile wide.  It is very shallow.  The average depth is, approximately, twenty feet.  It lies in a shallow basin with low banks, so that a rise of but a few feet would inundate a large section of country.  The water is unfit for drinking purposes, but is not strongly alkaline and could probably be used in irrigation.  The section of country in which these lakes are located is, of course, very dry and supports only a scanty vegetation.  Where there is water, however, the soil is very fertile.  The lake drains a large area through upper Crab Creek.  It has no outlet, but across its foot lies a low range of sand hills through which the water seeps into the sources of lower Crab Creek, which occupies the bed of the canyon below.  Along this canyon lie numerous shallow ponds which dry up in summer.  The deposits left by these are not of any considerable value, though they contain an appreciable quantity of borax.  An interesting feature of Moses Lake is the fact that it is gradually rising, having risen about ten feet in the last seven years.  If it continues to rise a few more feet it will break through a clear course into lower Crab Creek and empty into the Columbia.  The analysis of the water of Moses Lake, by H. G. Knight, is as follows:

      The following is from the Wenatchee Advance:
      Parties who have recently arrived from Moses Lake and the lower Crab Creek country tell a sad tale in regard to the ruination of valuable ranches on lower Crab Creek caused by the washing out of the natural land dyke at the foot of Moses Lake.  The water cut a channel through the sand dunes as wide as the Wenatchee river and washed tons and tons of sand down over valuable alfalfa lands virtually ruining them.  The lake is twelve feet lower than ever before known and is dry for miles down from the head, and if the channel is cut deep enough the lake is very likely to go completely dry.
      There is a tradition among the Indians to the effect that years and years ago there was no Moses Lake—only a creek—but two or three dry seasons intervened in succession and the creek went almost dry.  Then the wind blew a
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terrific gale for months and drifted the sand back and forth until it had completely filled the creek bed and threw up a dam twenty feet high and miles and miles in length at the lower end.  When the water came again in the spring the space filled up and made the present Moses Lake.  This is the Indian explanation of the matter, and it looks reasonable, for there are pot holes and sand dunes at the lower end of the lake which are continually shifting as the winds will it.  It is through these dunes that the waters of the lake have cut a channel and washed a great mass of sand down on the beautiful ranches that are located below.
      More interesting is the so-called Soap, or Sanitarium Lake, situated about six miles north of Ephrata.  This lake is so called because it is so strongly alkaline as to be soapy to the touch, and when a strong wind blows across it the water along the shore is beaten into great rolls of foam.  Fish cannot live in the water, nor is there any vegetation in this as in Moses Lake.  The water is used for bathing, but to those unaccustomed to its use the water has a slightly caustic or irritating effect.  It is also claimed that it is useful medicinally.  There is much of peculiar interest about the lake.  It is about two and a quarter by three-quarters miles in extent, is very deep in places, and probably averages about forty feet.  It drains only a very small area of country and has neither inlet or outlet, in the form of streams.  It is located in a deep basin walled to the height of
l00 feet or more on the east and west by cliffs of black basalt.  The land to the north and south rises slowly; on the south to nearly the height of the cliffs, but on the north the rise is so slight that should the lake rise fifteen feet it would empty into the next of the chain of lakes to the north.  The source of the water of the lake is said to be a spring in the center.  Indians of the neighborhood assert that only a few years since the lake was very small and was fed by this strong alkaline spring.  Fresh water is, however, continually seeping in from the shores, as is shown by the fact that fresh water wells may be sunk even but a few feet from the shore, and that the cattle disliking the strong alkaline water face the shore to obtain the sweeter seepage. The water of the lake contains calcareous matter to such an extent that the stones and debris at the bottom are encrusted with a frost-like coating of calcium carbonate.  An analysis of the water is as follows: 

      Of this singular lake the Ellensburg Localizer said :
      There is a lake about one mile wide by two miles long some distance from the borax beds in Douglas county, which has been a great resort for the Indians when afflicted with eruptions of any kind.  It is reported to be very efficacious is curing all cutaneous diseases and even syphilitic disorders.  It is called by the Indians 'Big Pe Lake.'  The water has a yellowish tinge, but is very clear.  A person can see to the bottom of it where it is thirty feet deep.  There is something peculiar about it; the surface reflects images equal to a mirror, and magnifies objects many fold.  It will magnify a child to the proportions of a giant.  Our informant says: 'The hand or foot reflected
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from the lake's surface is magnified most astonishingly.  This lake has been used by the Indians from time immemorial, and is still utilized for the purposes named.  There is no doubt that on account of its healing properties it will be taken up and some day become a great watering place, eclipsing the famous Medical Lake, in Spokane county.'
      In April, 1903, the big span of the Rock Island bridge across the Columbia, on the Great Northern railway, was swung into place.  Serious difficulty was encountered in throwing this span across 416 feet of space between the arches.  It was impossible to build false work, as at that point the river is from eighty to one hundred feet deep.  It courses through under the bridge like a mill race.  It was, to the engineers, a new problem.  General Manager Mitchell, of the Great Northern Company, solved it by an intricate system of ties and counter balances which enabled the builders to carry the bridge out from each beam 208 feet without support, meeting in the center, a feat never before attempted, and which is considered a triumph of engineering skill.

      In the spring of 1901 preparations were made for sinking oil wells in Douglas county.  The sites where valuable fields were supposed to exist were near Central Ferry, across the Columbia river, and on the Douglas county side.  A company known as the Wenatchee Oil & Coal Company was organized with the following officers: C. C. Bireley, president; F. W. Mauser, secretary and treasurer; T. L. Brophly, superintendent, and George H. Walter, director and a heavy stockholder.  The company secured a 25-years-lease of two quarter sections of land on which the oil discovery was made, and shipped in machinery for drilling wells.  When oil indications were first discovered it appeared on the surface of the ground among the springs which here and there issue forth.  Later, however, a cloud burst occurred just above the place which washed an immense gorge through the land where there indications appeared, revealing the geological formation to a depth of thirty or forty feet.  The predominating rock is cretaceous sandstone, in folds of six to eight feet, lying one above the other.  Where these springs issued forth the surface of the ground for some distance around was saturated with a greasy oil fluid.  Oil experts, of course examined it, and it was largely upon their recommendation that capital became interested and the necessary machinery purchased to begin active operations.  But so far there has been no result worthy of the first excitement occasioned by the early discoveries.

      One of the peculiar attractions a new comer will notice in the northwestern portion of Douglas county is the frequency of what are termed "haystack rocks."  Geological experts have explained their presence, as being meteors, having been deposited in prehistoric ages.  In shape and size they are in the exact form of an ordinary haystack.  Some of  them are small, possibly four of five feet in diameter and the same in height.  Others stand fully forty to sixty feet in height and about thirty feet in diameter at the base.  They are usually oval or rounding until they gradually taper to a small, round top, exactly similar to a haystack.  At a distance the eye is easily deceived.  Some of them have been deposited in the best portions of the farming lands in the county, and splendid loam creeps up to their very base.  Many stand alone like sentinels; in other localities some farms of 320 acres possess three or four of them.

      With the exceptions of Grand and Moses Coulees the most conspicuous landmark in Douglas county is Badger Mountain, a long, rambling elevation extending from the Columbia river in a southeasterly direction, rising to an elevation of several hundred feet above the level of the surface of the country, the surrounding plain, and 4,000 feet above sea level.  Not a great many years ago the west end of Badger Mountain was covered with a thick

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growth of pine timber.  This was, in fact, the only body of timber in Douglas county, and without its presence the settlement of the western portion of the Big Bend would have been retarded for a number of years.  This mountain forest supplied fuel, fencing and building material for miles around.  It appeared as though a kind providence had provided this timber that the choice agricultural lands of the western Big Bend country might be developed.  Today the western portion of Badger Mountain has only a straggling growth of scraggy timber, while the town of Waterville and the hundreds of farm residences which can be seen from the summit of the mountain show what has become of the once handsome growth of timber which was there.

      Douglas county contains about 5,200 square miles, or four times the size of the whole state of Rhode Island.  The states of Rhode Island and Delaware could both be placed in Douglas county and then there would be 700 square miles residue.  It is as large as the state of Connecticut, and covers a stretch of country greater in extent than the distance between New York and Philadelphia.

      In the earlier portion of this chapter we alluded to the phenomena of "crops without rain."  The annual precipitation over the northern half of the Big Bend country or the plateau is between ten and fifteen inches.  Over the most of this area it is nearly uniform and ranges from twelve to fourteen inches.  That is, all the rain and melted snow of the year would, if preserved, make a layer of water from twelve to fourteen inches deep.  Now, an annual rainfall of twelve to fourteen inches seems scanty to persons unacquainted with the country and it would be scanty in most localities, but in the Big Bend country there are some peculiarities which modify this feature and make it less felt—make it, in fact, sufficient.  How it happens that this country, particularly Douglas county, with such slight precipitation, has become famous as the greatest wheat producing country in the United States is a most vitally interesting study, and the reason is not generally understood from a scientific viewpoint.  We here produce excerpts from a speech delivered by Professor
Mark V. Harrington, in 1896, president of the Washington State University, at the second Douglas County Industrial Exposition held in Waterville, October 2, 1896, which fully explains the matter.  Professor Harrington said:
      This region lies in temperate and rather cool latitudes. It is in hot climates that the insufficiency of water is most felt.  Spain has many enclosed basins something like this.  They generally get more rain than you do here, but they lie from six to ten degrees further south and the plateaus are dry and arid.  On the other hand the rainfall in Sweden is as little as here and in some places is less, but there is no trouble in Sweden in growing trees or raising crops in ordinary seasons.  But this is from five to eight degrees further north than you are, the mean temperatures for the same elevation are lower, and the evaporation of moisture is consequently less.
      The soil in this region is usually light and fine.  These qualities make it, when dry and not protected by vegetation, powder easily under the wheels of heavy wagons, and it is easily lifted by the wind and may be carried long distances.  It almost floats in the air.  This lightness is not due to its being intrinsically lighter when powdered than when solid.  A bushel of wheat weighs as much when ground as when entire in the grain and yet it may be ground so fine as to float is such quantities in the air as to make the latter semi-explosive.  The fine soil which you have here is comminuted rock and has not lost any of its weight in being powdered.  Its faculty of floating is due to this: Each solid particle has adhering to it a thin skin of air thinner and less adherent when the surface is polished, thicker and more tenacious when the body has a rough surface.  This thin skin of air does not lessen the weight
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of a particle, but when the latter is minute and especially if it is rough, the adhering air forms a large part of the entire particle, and the two together have a greater bulk for the same weight and fall more slowly.
      It is this layer of air which makes the fine soil useful in saving ground water.  It retards the evaporation of moisture because the crevices between particles being filled with air, the heat is slower in penetrating and evaporation is slower.  Again this very fineness facilitates the absorption of water, which falls upon the surface and this prevents running off.  The water replaces air very readily and forms a surrounding envelope of its own.  Capillary attraction which will hold water powerfully in a tube holds it as powerfully in a fine soil.  The water is more easily taken up by such a soil and more firmly held when it is taken up.  Capillary attraction yields only to evaporation and to seductive force of the tips of growing roots.  These draw water more powerfully than does capillary attraction in the soil.  The dust and fine soil of this region play other parts in its natural economy, both beneficial and harmful, but these belong to other questions than that now under discussion.
      The precipitation of the Big Bend country is not distributed wastefully through the whole year, when it is not needed as well as when it is, as is the Case in eastern states.  Nor does it fall chiefly when it is not wanted, at or after harvest as in some places, notably Florida.  It falls here chiefly in two seasons, so convenient for the farmer that it could scarcely have been more so had he arranged it himself.  The first precipitation season is the winter from November to February, inclusive.  The precipitation is greatest in quantity at this season and descends as snow.  It drifts but little, lies long and affords a long period of sleighing.  In the spring it melts gradually, feeding the water slowly to the soil, which takes it up like a sponge, allowing very little to flow off. Meanwhile the snow covering in winter is a valuable feature.  It protects the soil from sudden changes of temperature, defends young plants of winter crops, and tends to keep the temperature of air even, preventing the sudden changes of thawing and freezing, which are so injurious to plant life.  This season of great precipitation corresponds to that of the adjacent Pacific coast.
      The second season of precipitation is of about six weeks duration in late spring—in April and May.  Between this and the preceding has been a period of several weeks free from rain, a time for the farmer to sow his crops and giving them a period of sunny weather to bring them up and prevent them from rotting in the ground.  Then during the growing season are rains which feed the crops when they most need it.  In this rainy season the Big Bend country shows its alliance to the Montana and Dakota region, where the rainy season is from April to June.  Then follows a long, dry season for the harvesting of crops and the fall plowing.  During the two precipitation seasons—a short six months—about three-quarters of the rain falls.  This makes it as effective as a half more falling indifferently through the year, without counting the advantages of being sure of a dry harvest.
      Located in the extreme northeast part of Douglas county," says a correspondent of the Big Bend Empire, writing in May, 1896, "and bordering on the Colville reservation is a section of country which, though not widely known, is one of the most fertile regions of the Big Bend.  This is the 'Little Bend.'  Here the Columbia river runs from the mouth of the Grand Coulee almost north for twelve miles.  Coming around to within a distance of fifteen miles of the coulee walls, then widening out in that sweep which borders the Big Bend proper.  Across this narrow northeastern peak is the wagon road running from Wilbur to the Okanogan mines.  There the settler has the choice of locating in any altitude desired between the Columbia river and the high, rolling prairie

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land as this part is formed of benches extending from the river to the high lands.  Should the wayfaring home seeker conclude he did not want to go into farming wheat and hardy products he has only to move a few benches down toward the river where he has a location especially adapted to the culture of fruit and berries equal in every respect to the golden state of California.  On these benches may be seen springs of pure, clear water gushing out of the hillsides, and immediately below, caused by this moisture, are beautiful groves of birch and balm to greet the stockman on a summer day while riding among his herds.  This is the ideal bunch grass region of the Big Bend, owing to the richness of soil and abundance of water.

      That portion of Douglas county lying between Grand and Moses Coulees is known as the Highland country.  The following descriptive matter of this section of the county is from the pen of J. Harry Noonan:
      Lying at such an altitude as to overlook the greater part of Douglas county, the giant country of the Evergreen State, and much of the higher portions of Washington, as well as points in Idaho, Oregon and British Columbia, rests the beautiful Highland country, the home ideal of numbers of happy, enterprising and
self-sustaining tillers of the soil.  This land ranges from 2,000 to 2,500 feet above the sea level and occupies that high ridgeway extending between Grand and Moses Coulees, occupying most of townships 22, 23, 24, and 25, range 26, the center of township 24, range 26, being about 16 miles from Coulee City and 20 miles from Ephrata on the Great Northern Railway.  This country being highly elevated the crops are not subject to severe frosts like that of the lower lands, and the higher elevation insures us sufficient snow and rain during the year to saturate the ground, and being a brown clay soil and wonderfully adapted to the retention of moisture, good crops could be raised without a drop of water from May until August.
      The idea of building a tramway from the plateau west of Waterville to the Columbia river for the more economical transportation of wheat was conceived by A. L. Rogers, who worked hard to get the farmers interested in the enterprise.  Later Mr. Rogers sold his interests to the Columbia River Tramway Company.  The tramway was completed in November, 1902.  It carries grain from the plateau to the Columbia river, and thus saves the hard hauls down the canyons to the shipping points from 2,000 to 2,500 feet below the level of the plateau.

      In December, 1903, a writer in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer said:
      Douglas, one of the last counties in the state to receive settlement and its lands to be brought under cultivation, has made a very substantial and satisfactory growth during the year 1903, not only in population but in building improvements and in the general prosperity of its people.  This is the county that only a few years ago contained but a few stockmen.  According to the report of Assessor Will the population is a little over 12,000.  Douglas has made the largest percentage of gain in population of any county in the state except Franklin, since 1900.  Since then the gain is 5,794, or 116.8 per cent.  The assessor's rolls show that there are 23,033 head of cattle, valued at $412,150, and 12,780 horses valued at $361,505, and a total increase for taxation of over $5,000,000 since last year.  The county raised about 6,000,000 bushels of wheat this year, for which something like $3,600,000 will be paid.
      Especially along the Great Northern railway is the growth of the county noticeable.  The towns of Quincy, Ephrata, Wilsoncreek, Stratford, and Knipp have all made very substantial gains, while the land adjacent, which only a few years ago was called the Big Bend Desert, is being made to blossom and yield abundantly.
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      A rapid transformation is being wrought in that section lying along the Great Northern railway.  A few years ago land there was sold by E. F. Benson, then in the employment of the Northern Pacific land department, for a few cents per acre.  While in Quincy we heard of a number of sections of the same land being sold at from $15 to $20 per acre.  Messrs. Babcock, Blythe, Richardson, Urquhart and other stock men figured on this being a perpetual home for stock and good for nothing but range.  Standing on an eminence this side of Quincy and Winchester as far as the vision can reach the shack of the homesteader dots the level plain.  On driving through we found considerable breaking being done, orchards planted and the work going on to convert wheat from the sands of what was once known as the Big Bend desert.  We can remember when the Ritzville country was said to be too dry for farming; money loaners would not go into the Horse Heaven nor Washtuchna sections as they were thought to be worthless.  Ritzville today is one of the greatest wheat shipping points in the world.  In the two latter sections land is now selling for from twenty to thirty dollars per acre.
      At one time our own section of the Big Bend was considered arid.  Now we prophesy that Quincy, Winchester, Ephrata, Adrian. Wilsoncreek, and in fact all the points along the railroad will yet be great shipping marts for wheat.  All this is going to make Douglas a wealthy county.  In a few years we believe that the territory now embraced in Douglas county will be sustaining a population one hundred times greater than at present.  Water is now being found in great quantities at a depth of from 200 to 300 feet.  There are now about a dozen good wells adjacent to Quincy and it is believed that artesian water will be found there.  All through that section we found the settlers hopeful that Uncle Sam will carry out the proposed irrigation scheme and put that country under water.  Should that be done this will be one of the most productive sections of the west.  Where the stock men of a few years ago ruled supreme will be the fields of alfalfa and fruit—a few acres being sufficient for a living.
      Frank M. Dallam, writing for the Big Bend Empire under date November 30, 1S93, had this to say of southern Douglas county, which at that time was regarded by all as a sandy desert, worthless as farming land or for any other purposes:
      The southern portion is flat and sandy, covered with sage brush and at present little better than a desert.  Yet this sandy land that in its present condition is so uninviting will at some future day be dotted with valuable farms and orchards, providing homes for hundreds of people and adding very materially to the wealth of the state.  It has been fully demonstrated in isolated spots, where water for irrigation could be secured, that the soil is prodigally productive, and fruits and vegetables raised that cannot be surpassed in size and flavor anywhere.  It is a thousand or more feet lower than the northern division of the county, the climate is much more temperate and the summer longer.  It is especially adapted to the growth of both large and small fruits.  All that is needed is water and some day the requisite capital will be forthcoming to sink artesian wells and secure water to reclaim this Sahara.
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      Continuing his graphic description of this wonderful natural phenomenon in Douglas County, Mr. Brown says:
      There is a wagon road from Coulee City to the Columbia river that is forty miles long and is as level as a floor.  When it reaches the river it finds itself 300 feet above the water and 1 ,000 feet below the general level of the country.  This road alters the Grand Coulee, where the east wall is lacking, and winds its way in a general northeast direction through the canyon to a point near the Columbia, where it is left literally 'up in the air.'  The traveler must either descend to water level or climb to the surface of the ground.  By this road those who live in the bottom of the Coulee find their way to the railroad at Coulee City, to the river at Barry, or to the justly celebrated Ridge country that lies between the Central Washington railroad and the Columbia whose postoffices are Tipso, Lincoln, Hasseltine, Sherman, Layton and Clark.  A word here about this ridge may not be amiss.  The chief towns and shipping points for this part of the Big Bend country are Almira, Hartline, Govan, Wilbur, and Creston, on the Central Washington branch of the Northern Pacific.  These are flourishing towns because of the fine wheat producing country back of them.  The future of this portion of the Big Bend, which is in the northwest quarter of Lincoln, and the northeast corner of Douglas county, is easy to predict.  There is no valid reason why towns to compare favorably with Almira or Wilbur should not spring up along the line of any competing common carrier of rapid transit ready to convey the produce of this country to the northwest coast or to Spokane and the east.  Let the freight trains and the steamboats come and the 'Ridge' will be there with the goods.  Let him who doubts this stand on one of the highest points of this ridge near the postoffice of Tipso in the spring or in the harvest time, and these doubts will be dispelled.  Let him in the spring attempt to measure with his eye the vastness of the billowy green carpet; let him in the harvest time attempt to count the number of threshing machines at work in the wheat, the oats and the barley.  Let him reckon up all he can hear, all he can see and all he can guess at.  He will not guess wrong, guided by the smoke, and steam and dust.  *  *  *.
      Harking back to the Coulee road, a trip along it will disclose the bottom of the Grand Coulee, from end to end of the 40-mile section from Coulee City to the Columbia, covered with well tilled and productive farms.  Many of these are irrigated and are object lessons showing what the once despised 'ashes' that com- pose the lava soil will do when it comes into seasonable contact with water.
      The first comers naturally chose out for settlement the land where water was found on the surface, and the appearance of their farms today amply justifies their choice.  It is true that irrigation is not now conducted in the Coulee on anything like a large scale.  That will come when the engineering problem presented by the condition found is solved, and water is brought in, either from the Spokane or the Columbia.  But just now the numerous large springs scattered over the Coulee bottom give water copious enough in flow to supply orchards and gardens, and in some instances, even hay and wheat fields.  It is true, also, that some of the Coulee bottom has been taken up under the desert claim law and is now held under the conditions laid down by that law.  But this does not prove anything against the fertility of the coulee bottom—the which you can easily verify by undertaking to buy a farm there.

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And again, it is true that many poor houses are found, particularly in the northern end.  These are the 'shacks' of the bachelor homesteader, who is a comparatively late comer.  What will these same shacks grow to in a short time?  It may be taken for granted that every bachelor in the coulee—and for that matter in the whole of the Big Bend—looks forward to a cosy, comfortable home, and a 'queen of the fireside' with whom to patriotically carry out the injunction of the president in whom is the virility of the west, and see to it that this nation does not decay for lack of native citizens, and incidentally, old age.  And this is the present bachelor's Ultima Thule, and is as it should be.  Only, he goes a step farther, and proposes that his future happy state will also be a prosperous one.
      And so he goes literally into the bowels of the earth, makes claim there to the dead ashes of an extinct volcano, strikes for living waters—and, by the way, finds them—and makes the desert to grow green with young, vigorous life.  He builds his home, or the beginning thereof, near to running water, or a likely place to dig for it.  He keeps away from the crumbling coulee wall, for this precaution is necessary from the nature of the rock, which disintegrates quickly under the action of heat, cold, sun, wind and rain, and is continually falling in small fragments.  Occasionally—which means that an old residenter can cite a few instances—a huge chunk comes hurling down to the base of the wall, and the homesteader is grateful to exclaim, 'Never touched me!'  As you ride through the chasm you can hear the constant drip, as it were, of the stone, and the effect of the echoes from wall to wall is very similar to the reverberations of drip water in a great cave.  Similarly, too, these sounds, perhaps because peculiar to so strange a place, one always associates in memory with any act or phase of the coulee.  It is the same with all other sounds there.  They take on a strangeness of their own, and all those evidences of life, the lowing of cattle, the call of wild fowl, the shout of men, the throb of threshing machines assume a weird fantastic quality entirely in keeping with their apparently unnatural surroundings.  It is impossible to locate any sound.  It is curious to watch a man, for instance nailing boards on a barn and at some distance from you.  The sounds of the hammer will come any direction other than the barn, and they will be multiplied to your mystification.
      These are some of the things that leave ineffaceable impressions with the traveler in the coulee.  It is an ideal place to experience that auricular illusion caused by a dying echo.  A shot, say from a rifle, echoes and re-echoes, and seems to travel miles away from up the coulee, zigzagging from wall to wall until it gets so far away you can't hear it.  You can follow it in imagination until it goes out the other end.  This is your impression, and it must be confessed 'tis a strong one and hard to shake off.  The coulee walls are, of course, lava.  You can plainly see on their thousand foot depth of face, how thick were the successive flows of molten volcanic rock and how many.  How long ago the first of these flows occurred is for geology to say.  What time elapsed between each successive flow is a question belonging to geology, also.  What made this gap gigantic in the earth, anyhow, is a question too big to discuss here.  The coloring of the walls is something worth going a long journey to see.  Not that the work itself is anything but black.  That is the natural color, if color it can be called, of basaltic lava.  It is the moss, the lichens, the weather stains, the sage brush, the wild currants, the grease wood, the small pines, firs and mountain ash, covering the whole face of the coulee wall and growing in every crack and crevice, that give the color.  Modified, all, by distance and the rarity and purity of the air.  Glorious color it is, blended in all hues, of all shades and gradations.  Contrasts and harmonies there are.  Contrasts as

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gorgeous and glaring as the headgear of the southern negro woman.  Harmonies as soothing to the eye as any caught and fixed upon perishable canvas.  Here be 'atmosphere' for the artistic in plenty and 'breadth' in unlimited quantities.  Though the painted desert of Nevada and New Mexico may be beyond compare, yet here are found fragments of it, caught, enclosed, ready framed between walls more ornamental than any moulding of plaster of Paris and wood, waiting to be examined, analyzed and admired, seen, known and loved.
STEAMBOAT ROCK, GRAND COULEE, DOUGLAS COUNTY
      Another of Nature's many wonders in Douglas county is Steamboat Rock, in the Grand Coulee.  There are those, perhaps, familiar with the rock formations of the southwest, particularly in New Mexico, who may be disposed to sneer at this massive and picturesque natural statuary.  But all this will be before they have visited Steamboat Rock and grasped the full significance of its gigantic proportions.  After that their respect will have been magnified.  Steamboat Rock is enormous.  So extensive are its proportions that it has found a place on the map of the state of Washington.  And its size inspires thoughts commensurate with the size of the subject.  It stand out boldly, alone, isolated, sharply defined against the uncanny scenery with which it is surrounded, split, hewn off from the adjoining county, whose edge you can see as a wall reaching up 1.200 feet.  Steamboat Rock is several miles long and a number of thousand feet in width.  Although destitute of military masts and turrets, the rock is moulded into an exceedingly life-like representation of a huge battleship from stem to stern.  The sides are perpendicular; the rams at bow and stern incline at an angle of 45 degrees; they have been formed by fallen fragments of disintegrated lava.  The lines of demarcation have left main decks, spar decks and gun decks, caused by different flows of lava.  Of superstructure there is no trace; nothing but the huge, frowning hull.  And on the upper deck of this monster rock is a peaceful farm—a hanging garden—hundreds of acres in extent.  The soil is the same as that of the prairie land throughout Douglas county.  There is a good road leading up to this aerial ranch from the bottom of the coulee; the ship's companionway, as it were.

      Steamboat Rock is productive of a strange optical illusion.  There are distant mountain peaks overcapping the rock, and glimpses of them may be caught as you attempt to walk rapidly along the sides of the sculptured fabric; but the faster you walk the more rapidly appears this stone ship to move.  Of course this is a case of "misplaced optics," but the illusion is perfect.  One can scarcely compel himself to believe that the stone ship is really anchored at the bottom of Grand Coulee.  And there are many farms nestling at its base.  From a distance the rock appears to be surrounded by water.  This illusion is more pronounced if you approach it by way of the Bell Trail down into the coulee.  It is caused by alkali lakes, destitute of water, but dazzling, snow-white beds of soda.  During the winter season they become lakes of real water.  However, compared to the wide extent of fertile, arable land, these alkali "blight spots" are insignificant.

      In the marshy sedges of the real lakes, and there are several in the coulee, ducks, brant, swans, and cranes come in flocks of thousands.  Especially true is this of Devil's Lake, called by some Tule Lake.  In hunting these birds a retriever is absolutely necessary.  To shoot winged game from the coulee walls is a piece of inanity.  It may be rare sport to see the wounded bird drop a thousand feet into the boson of the earth, but it is decidedly unprofitable.  Neither man nor dog can retrieve it; it might as well have gone a mile up into the heavens.

      Of the far famed Pilot Rock, one more of Douglas county's geological freaks, Mr. Harry
Jefferson Brown writes:
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finger post marking the gateway to the Big Bend country and pointing the way to the fertile plains lying within the embrace of the greatest river of the great northwest.  Long before you get into the Big Bend proper, and while you are puzzling out the intricacies of the scab rock country beyond Davenport, you will see that rock silhouetted against the horizon, and you will know that it stands on the only spot where it is practicable to cross the Grand Coulee, at any point within a length of sixty miles, with a wagon.  And if you are a wise man you will know that this is the point you should aim for, since beyond lies the land for the homemaker.  Later you will see that rock outlined against the snowy summits of the Cascade mountains, with Glacier peak glistening like a day star over Lake Chelan.
      But this is only when you have climbed the long hill to Pilot Rock from Coulee City that's in the bottom of the Grand Coulee.  The climb is made for eight miles in an involved series of loops, slants and switchboards, Haystack Rock, the old settlers call it.  Likely they, being from the east, made the same mistake as the tenderfoot did lately, who riding through the Big Bend, remarked on the quantity of hay they raised in that country and the huge stacks they made.
      "Where?" said the guide.
      "Why, right over there in that field," said the tenderfoot, pointing to Haystack, or Pilot Rock.
      "Them's rocks," said the guide sententiously.
      But nothing would satisfy that tenderfoot but a personal investigation, and nothing would do but that he should go 'right over there,' which proved to be a three mile hike, and stand and gaze before a grim 60 feet of lava that, pilot to the Inland Empire as it was, yet bore an exact resemblance to the weather blackened haystacks of the Mississippi and Ohio valleys. Great indeed was this tenderfoot's surprise and warm his imagination when he was shown the true 'wheat hay' of the land, all bright, 'green and gold.'
      "I never saw the like before," said the tenderfoot.  And he hadn't.
      "How do they produce that exquisite coloring?" he asks again, for he is here to learn.
      "Grow it," said the guide.  And it is sufficient to know but this.  But later when it was learned that hay was sold for $18 a ton, a roseate hue was added to its other tints for the tenderfoot.
      But haystack or rock be it taken for, it is a safe pilot for those west of the coulee seeking through that great fissure the overland route to Spokane; and to those from the east it is a landmark to be seen from afar, guiding the way to the wheat country in the Columbia plateau and to the fruit country of the Columbia benches.
      To one who is seeking a taste of the old romance of the stage coaching days, Coulee City offers an excellent opportunity to find it.  There is more than a romantic flavor about the sight of the stage from Bridgeport, and the Okanogan, swinging down the winding, doubling, twisting road from Pilot Rock on the top of the wall to Coulee City at the bottom, the four ponies at their natural gait, the lope, the driver interpelating a few choice remarks in stage driver language, punctuated with frequent sharp cracks of the whip, and the passengers hanging on for dear life, in enjoyment or fear, as suits each temperament.  They swing into sight a mere speck at the top of the hill, heralded, if it is summer, by a cloud of dust.  Every team on the hill, and there are many in the harvest time, seeks a safe siding to give a clear road to Uncle Sam's mail train.  This is no easy task, to get out of the way; but those who know keep but of the 'chutes,' that short circuit, the loops and turns.  The novice or the tenderfoot teamster is very apt to plant himself squarely in the middle of the right of way, and when the meeting comes, as inevitably it must, that particular locality is a good place to be
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absent from for those whose ears are easily shocked, and those of the passengers who escape unscathed are treated to a warmth of colloquy equaled only by the glow of the local color, and a flow of language whose picturesqueness is only rivaled by that of the surrounding scenery.  And only in the great northwest, and only where it comes in touch again with the palmy days of the old stage coach, could such things be found.  It is indeed an inspiring scene, and that 'tis duly appreciated is shown in the fact that all Coulee City is out to see and get the news from Okanogan and the north. For Coulee City, at the bottom of the canyon, is interested in what takes place in the north.  Her people want keenly to know just where and when that railroad from Bellingham, of the new birth, is coming through the Cascades, and what feeders and feelers it will throw out, and where.  They wish to learn, too, as soon as may be, what foundation there is for the talk of the Canadian roads coming down into Washington and just where they will come and when.  For although Coulee City has a direct outlet now through Adrain to the Pacific coast, yet much of the wheat shipped from there must be hauled overland distances as great as 30 miles or more.  And particularly is there a desire to learn whether these roads, even though they may pass to Spokane far to the north, will, by tapping the rich Methow valley, and the Colville Reservation country soon to be opened for settlement, induce the Central Washington to extend its line over the Coulee wall, past St. Andrews, and so on to Waterville, to connect again with the main line to the coast at Wenatchee.  These are matters of bigimport to the people of the Grand Coulee bottom of the Big Bend.
      There is what seems to be an abortive attempt to extend this road over the Coulee wall.  You can see the grade making about up the hill, coiling and doubling back upon itself, but scale-less—naked—devoid of ties or rails.  There is also the gradeway of a rival road, though it does not climb so high; and it shows signs of violent and abrupt disintegration in spots, not due entirely to the natural disruptive forces of gravitation on the steep hillsides.  People say that these grades were built fourteen years ago, more for the sake of circumventing and forestalling the fellow that owned the other road than through any serious attempt to reach the Columbia plateau beyond.  And the people are anxious to see the road go over the hills in earnest, and would wish nothing better than that any of the proposed roads from the north penetrating the Inland Empire will prove the loadstone that will draw the Northern Pacific over the Coulee wall.
      The view from the top of Pilot Rock on a clear day—and all the days in summer in the Big Bend are clear—is very extensive.  If 'distance lends enchantment to the view,' then it's most enchanting, for the distance at which you can see the prominent natural features of central Washington are great.  The Blue Mountains of historic Wallowa are too far under the horizon to discover, but Steptoe Butte, down in Whitman county, can be seen if looked for in the right place.  This butte is named as a memorial of the fight Colonel Steptoe had with the Indians back in the '50s.  Almost due east Mica Peak, 'Old Mike Peak,' pricks out a point against the blue of the Coeur d'Alenes that form the sky line; and all between is color—gorgeous color.  The purple plain spreads, apparently unlimited, to the north, east and south, and merges almost undistinguishably into the blue of the sky.  You see no definition to the prairie except the landmarks named.  Right under you, a quarter of a mile down and eight miles away, lies Coulee City, looking like a bunch of sardine, oyster and tomato cans just swept out of a back door, with here and there an abandoned 'growler,' looming up to represent the public school house, the largest hotel and the railroad warehouses.  Or, to make a more pleasing comparison, the city resembles from this height and distance a handful of
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brightly colored toys scattered and forgotten by a sleepy child tired of its playthings.  A dozen miles further east you can see Hartline, lying on the purple prairie like an artist's palette, conspicuous only by a few dots of bright colors.  And stretching away clear across Lincoln county to the east and to the south are rows of many towns and villages, mere specks on the plain, but spots hazy with the smoke of industry.  Material evidence they are of the westward march of enterprise.  To the east and a little north you catch glimpses of Mount Carleton's bald head—'Old Baldy'—as the Spokane people love to call him.  Farther south are the Summit mountains, and these are the ones you see as you journey west from the city of Spokane, and that persist in racing west- ward with you, getting ahead of you until you'd swear they were voyaging down on the swift current of the Columbia.  Mitre Rock, at Spokane rapids, is hidden by the bluff in the elbow formed by the quick turn of the Columbia's course from south to west.  These bluffs extend from the rock to Hellgate, above the mouth of the Sans Poil river.  Here, at Hellgate, is the proposed crossing of the railroad from Bellingham Bay to Spokane.
      To the north, and almost in a line with the pole.  Mount Bonaparte, 'Old Boney,' looms up, overtopping the bunch grass hills of the Okanogan and Colville country and indicating the northern limit of United States territory. Farther to the west, and a little more distant, are Mounts Chapaca and Palmer, in Okanogan county, the latter the scene of the recent phenomenal gold find.  Between you and these lies the valley of the Okanogan, surely destined for speedy development by the penetration of railroads from the north and from the coast. Conconully, the county seat, lies in the line of sight, but shows no sign form your view point.  To the west a little farther are the Okanogan mountains, and west of these again you can see the ultramarine of the Methow range showing clear against the purity of the snow capped Cascades.  There is a white point of mountain top, barely discernable, showing between the peaks of the Cascades in the northwest.  This point must be the summit of either Mount Baker in Whatcom county, or Mount Shuksan, the watershed of the Hokullam river, one of the branches of the Skagit.  Interest centers in the headwaters of the Skagit, for here are to be found the only feasible routes for railroads from the west through the Cascade range, the great dividing line between the coast country and the Inland Empire.  Glacier Peak will catch your eye, undoubtedly, if the sun is right, and then you will be looking across the full length of Lake Chelan.  Lucky you are if the weather is right and Chelan does not obscure the 'eye of the Cascades' with her rising mists.  Away to the west and south, to complete the circuit, are Mount Howard, at Stevens Pass, Mount Stuart, with its three peaks, resembling the Three Sisters in Vermont, just beyond Wenatchee of the rosy apples.  But for the Badger Mountains, a low range extending from a point on the Columbia river southwest of Waterville, Douglas county, to the Columbia again, at the mouth of Moses Coulee, you might catch a glimpse of Mount Rainier, or Tah-co-mah, as the Indians love to call it.  A peak as perfect in form as famed Fujiyama, in Japan, and the delight and pride of the people of the city of Tacoma on Admiralty inlet.
      And so with one last look around to feast the eyes on color and to fix in the mind a grander panorama than even the classic Alps can afford, you climb down from Pilot Rock with sincere regret, and with a determination to renew acquaintance with these great things of the northwest, that undoubtedly have left their impress upon the character of her people, and are typical of her future greatness.
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conventional lines of travel he must leave and go out and up and over it, when an agreeable surprise awaits the investigator.  Here and there most attractive homes accentuate the possibilities for him who will possess himself of a few acres of this productive land, and improve the opportunities which lie at his feet.  To the eastern man the quality of the soil will prove a revelation.  He has been accustomed to the black loam or sandy soil so common in the east or middle west.  Here the soil is neither.  It is a light gray color, termed by geologists volcanic ash.  It has been formed by the corroding and disintegration of the lava rock with which the soil is underlaid.  And it as fertile as the famous river valleys of the east; it has the excellent quality of never washing nor baking should it be worked when too damp.  Another important quality is its wonderful retention of moisture.  Properly prepared a good crop of spring wheat may be secured without a drop of rain between spring time and harvest.  In many instances this wonderful soil is sixty feet in depth.  A well-known traveler who tarried for awhile in Douglas county wrote as follows to an eastern journal:
      This is the great wheat producing region of Central Washington and for which it has become noted all over the world.  A yield of thirty bushels per acre is usual, while forty to fifty bushels of wheat is not an uncommon yield.  To make the greatest success, wheat is sown on land that has been summer fallowed the preceding year and but one-half bushel per acre is required for seed.  Oats, barley and other cereals succeed equally with wheat, while all garden vegetables and root crops are grown with success and satisfaction.  While the Big Bend country has never claimed to be a fruit growing region, it is not because fruit cannot be grown there.  A sight of the many fine orchards would soon overcome that idea.  Apples, pears, prunes, cherries and all the smaller varieties of hardy fruits and berries are grown with success, but not so much for profit as an accompaniment of the well-established home.  With better facilities for market, fruit growing will become a money making proposition in the Big Bend country.

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CHAPTER IV.

DESCRIPTIVE.

      Douglas is exclusively an agricultural— it might be said — a wheat county.  Geographically it is located nearly in the center of the state of Washington.  The greater portion of it consists of high, rolling prairie, 2,800 feet above the sea level.  With the exception of the Columbia Guide Meridian which forms its eastern boundary between Lincoln and Adams counties, it is circumscribed by the Columbia river on the north, west and extreme southern portions.  It lies in the "bight" of the Big Bend, Okanogan county being on the north, Chelan and Kittitas on the west, and Yakima county on the south.  Its agricultural industries embrace general farming and stock', raising.  The soil, a volcanic ash, is pronounced by ex- perts the most fertile and durable soil known to geologists.  Like many portions of California Douglas county possesses two distinct climates; first, that of a high, rolling plateau, which is temperate and adapted to all agricultural pursuits, with abundance of moisture for the growth and maturity of crops.  No irrigation is required.  It is but recently that a gentleman from Illinois observed with marked astonishment, "This is the first country I ever

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heard of where one could raise a full crop of wheat without a drop of rain." This has been done in Douglas county, but the fact by no means implies that it is a rainless climate.  Far from it.  Hot winds, such as sweep the corn plains of Nebraska, Kansas and portions of Iowa never occur.  The summers are not so warm nor the winters so cold as in the same latitude in the Mississippi valley.  Four months is the average length of the winters, which are accompanied by very little extreme' cold weather, the mercury seldom dropping below zero, usually registering only a few degrees below freezing.  In the climate of the plateau small fruits, currents, raspberries, gooseberries and strawberries, and hardy varieties of large fruit, apples, pears, prunes, apricots and cherries are grown, likewise a great variety of "garden truck."

      Quite different is the climate of the Columbia valley, which forms a semi-circle more than half way around Douglas county.  This is a semitropical climate.  The soil is light and sandy, producing the finest of all varieties of fruit, with irrigation, and immense crops of alfalfa hay.  All conditions considered the climate of the Columbia valley is, probably, unexcelled in the world.  Among the numerous varieties of fruit grown on the Columbia river are peaches, prunes, pears, plums, apricots, and all kinds of figs can be cultivated.  Nearly all varieties of farm products are successfully grown in this country in large quantities.  Potatoes and other root crops are brought to perfection and with but little work, comparatively.  The seed of potatoes is plowed in and the crop plowed out, with, perhaps, one harrowing during the season.  So far potato bugs and other insects detrimental to crops have not made their appearance.

      The following extract is from a paper read by Mr. A. L. Rogers before the State Immigration Convention held at Seattle, January 13, 1896:
      Topographically and geologically considered Douglas county is a region of much interest.  The northern part is a high, rolling plateau of fertile prairie land, broken here and there by canyons of greater or less size, the approaches of which are often covered with scattering timber, convenient to the settlers on the adjoining prairie.  Many springs of the purest water abound in these localities, and the rough land in the immediate vicinities affords excellent pasturage for numerous bands of cattle and horses.  If the walls of these canyons are perpendicular, as frequently happens, they are called coulees.
      The southern half of the county differs much from the portion described above. Considerably lower in altitude it has a warmer climate, the soil is a sandy loam and possesses many of the characteristics of the bench lands of the Columbia, so prolific in fruit growing.  There can be no doubt that with proper irrigation facilities for the southern part of the county it will become one of the greatest fruit producing regions in the world.  To date nothing has been done in this direction, and the country is utilized as a great winter range for horses and cattle.
      Writing September 22, 1903, the editor of the Lincoln County Times said:
      A Times representative recently had occasion to make a trip into Douglas county, beyond Coulee City, where the stream of new settlers has been pouring for the last two years.  A remarkable and rapid transformation is being wrought in that magnificent farming country, extending from Grand Coulee to the Columbia river on the north and west.  Hundreds of new settlers have located there in the last eighteen months—many of them during the past six months.  Those who have not had occasion to travel over the country mentioned have little idea of its extent and productiveness or its prospective value.  The government land has been exhausted, and the work of converting the prairie into wheat fields is in progress on almost every quarter section.
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Here and there may be found old settlers who have lived there three, eight, ten or twelve years, who have well improved farms and who are in comfortable circumstances, but the majority of settlers are new comers who have little or no means, but who are getting their places in shape to become profitable.  The land in most places lies better than it does here in Lincoln county, and when well improved will be fertile and inviting as well as a very attractive wheat section.  There are two reasons why that country is not already under as high a state of cultivation as any other part of eastern Washington: One is its comparative isolation, and the other is the dreary aspect that confronts the traveler when he drops off the train at Coulee City and looks at the sand, sage brush and rocks over which the road winds before reaching the top of the hill, three or four miles beyond, where the good lands again appear.
      The prospect of early railroad building has filled the country up with settlers, however, and when connected by rail with the markets of the world it will be a delightful country in which to live.  It broad slopes fall away gently and even, and away to the west rise the snow capped peaks of the Cascades, and below lie the forest clad foothills, sloping downward.  Nearer, and to the southwest Badger Mountain, with its scattered woods, appears in view, and the steep cliffs near Chelan, and also the chain of timbered hills beyond the Columbia, to the north, add interest and charm to the scene.  A large city will spring up somewhere between these two Coulees with the building of the first road across the country, in the near future.  The country from Grand Coulee to the Columbia river includes a great many townships of fertile land that will quickly be reduced to a high state of cultivation, and we venture the assertion that one or two large towns will spring up within a year after the survey for a railroad has been definitely located.
      The Walla Walla country had its boom days; later the Palouse had its turn; then Lincoln county had its boom with the building of the Central Washington railroad, but the last, and perhaps the biggest boom of them all will occur in Douglas county when the first railroad builds across from Coulee City to the river, which will, doubtless, be inside of two years.  One, if not two roads, will build across, and Douglas county, one of the best of the great agricultural counties of eastern Washington, will fill up with settlers; owing to its isolation it will be the objective point of a great army of home seekers who will overrun it the moment railroad building begins.
      As has been noted, Douglas county is an extensive open prairie country with a gently rolling surface, almost every acre of which is susceptible of a high state of cultivation.  A most peculiar feature of this favored county is the two great Coulees, Grand and Moses.  They are vast gorges extending north and south.  Evidently at one period, aeons ago, they were beds of majestic rivers, possibly one of them being the old basin of the Columbia.  The altitude of this region is about 2,800 feet, or 2,200 feet above the valley of the Columbia river.  Compared with Grand, Moses Coulee is an infant.  Still, it stretches for many miles and can be crossed only at a few points, and presents rugged outlines only a small degree less striking than those so conspicuous in Grand Coulee.  The word Coulee is taken from the French, Couler, meaning to flow.  It was with this thought in mind that the name was, evidently, applied to these stupendous gorges.  Concerning these Coulees the report of the Washington Geological Survey says:
      In some parts of the Columbia plain, notably within the Big Bend of the Columbia river, the country is much cut up by old river courses, now wholly abandoned by streams, and known locally as Coulees.  Of these Moses and Grand Coulees are good types.  The Coulees are often 500 or 600 feet in depth, with precipitous walls, and represent the course of streams which have now sought other channels, or which have

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withered away because of a decrease in the amount of rainfall.  Each Coulee now has within it usually a chain of small alkali lakes.
      The Grand Coulee is justly entitled to the name.  When one stands in the center of this great fissure and gazes on the towering walls, from 1,000 to 1,500 feet high, and notes the different strata of each, he can distinctly see that at one time they were joined.  Although the great depression extending from the Columbia river in the northeastern part of Douglas county to the Columbia river in the southwestern part of the county is frequently mentioned as Grand Coulee, still it is also stated that Grand Coulee proper commences at Coulee City and runs in a northeasterly direction to the Columbia river, the river running through the gorge 400 feet below the bottom of the Coulee. While the Coulee in itself is a whole panorama of natural wonders, it has its special features, one being Steamboat Rock.  This gigantic basaltic mass stands in the center of the Coulee and in area covers about 600 acres.  Here the earth, when cooling, created two great fissures, instead of one, and left a formation that would strike a nautical eye with its resemblance to great steamboats.  West of Steamboat Rock is a canyon leading from the plateau above, known as Hall's.  Here would be a study for a Humboldt or a Darwin.  On one side of the canyon is the cinder like basalt; on the other a wall of the purest white granite. How this beautiful deposit of the purest of granite passed unscathed when within less than 100 yards its surroundings were a seething mass is a problem worthy of the attention of our greatest naturalists.

      Blue Lake Coulee, a continuance of Grand Coulee, to the southwest, is worthy of a visit by any one who wishes a treat in gazing on a wild, weird piece of scenery, accentuated by some lakes of unknown depth.  Blue Lake Coulee is another depression of over 400 feet below the Grand Coulee, and is surrounded by a basaltic rock formation, torn and rent into fantastic shapes.  The lakes are three in number and extend from Coulee City to within two miles of the Great Northern railroad.  The most clever word painter will fail to do justice to these surroundings.  They must be seen to he appreciated.

      Writing of the Grand Coulee of Washington, Harry Jefferson Brown says:
      The Grand Coulee is a huge crack in the earth, and it is safe to say that it's the biggest thing of its kind in nature.  It starts at the Columbia river where Lincoln, Douglas and Okanogan counties join, and runs in a double curve entirely through the length of Douglas county to the Columbia again, at the head of Priest Rapids.  And Douglas, you will remember, is about the biggest county in Washington.  One hundred miles is an estimate well within the limit of the length of this freak of nature.  The walls average twelve hundred feet high in the north half, from Coulee City to the Columbia.  These, at least, are the figures given by those who live there.  They look to be all of that height.  It is claimed, too, that the lower half of the Grand Coulee is not so deep or wide.  This sketch concerns the upper, or north half, only, for this alone has the writer seen.  But it was enough.
      Whatever desire for the grand in nature one may have is here amply filled.  No one could walk between these towering walls or peer down from their dizzy heights without feeling something of awe for the greatness that made them.  In its way the Grand Coulee is more wonderful and awe inspiring than mountain or cavern.  Chiefly, perhaps, because of its mysterious origin. Mankind is afraid of the unknown and unexplainable.  You approach a mountain by degrees.  You see it afar off and you approach it generally all too slow.  You are prepared for the sight, and you anticipate.  And lucky for you if you are not disappointed in size and grandeur, of cliff and canyon by that very anticipation.  Witness, Niagara.  So with a great cave.  You know somewhat of it

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before you enter.  You have already an idea of the nature and scenery of a cavern.  Some of the things you see are the expected.  And then again it unfolds itself to view only by degrees.  You see but the part illuminated by your candle—pardon me—electric light.  But you meet the Coulee under quite different circumstances.  It is evening and you are on the prairie among the bunch grass and sage brush.  Perhaps you are peering about for a jackrabbit or the wily coyote.  You saunter along, noting the rolling of the plains and marking a few low ridges of basaltic rock here and there, and guessing, perhaps, at their distances in the deceptive atmosphere.  You ascend a gently sloping 'rise' whose top has cut the horizon, shutting out the view beyond.  As you near the top of the 'rise' you observe a low line of cliff like rocks ahead, that may be a mile away and may be ten, and that unaccountably grows taller as you walk, increasing in size so rapidly that you suspect the effects of a mirage.  This suspicion brings with it a sense of relief, which, however, is very short- lived, for there at your feet is the edge of the Coulee wall, the beginning of a sheer drop of a quarter of a mile.
      Another step or two and you would be over.  So suddenly have you come upon the precipice that you have no time for fear. You are only startled.  If your nerves are good they will steady themselves presently and you may advance, putting your foot part way over the very edge and stopping, look down.  However, I don't think you will do this.  You will be too busy wondering how it all happened.  Where had this immense canyon been hiding that you did not see it sooner?  You didn't even suspect its existence.  So intent were you watching the opposite wall that you supposed was a low line of cliffs of uncertain distance that you looked clear across the chasm and did not distinguish 'empty space and nothingness' from the surrounding prairie. And the shadows of evening helped in the deceiving.  While you are figuring all this out you have made another startling discovery.  The bottom of this huge crack in the earth is inhabited.  Away down—down so far that homesteads look like squares on a chess board—and houses, not shacks, mind you, and 'ten-by-ten-shanties,' but homes, two stories with attic, look like toy blocks, you discover another world; a whole community underground. They are as completely cut off, so far as you can see, from the upper earth as Symme's Hole was supposed to be in the famous Symme's theory of the concentric circle formation of the earth.  Double teams hauling wheat in trail wagon trains look like beetles crawling along earth-worn tracks. Individuals you can scarcely discern. What seems but a small potato patch proves to be a large orchard when examined with the glass.
      You note the opposite wall. It does not seem far away if you forget for a moment what you have seen below.  Naturally you pick up a stone and essay to throw it—well, perhaps not entirely across, but at least some distance out, enough to give an intelligent idea of how far away the other side of the Coulee is.  You throw your best and out goes the stone.  Now you are going to be surprised some more.  That stone, seemingly contrary to all the laws of nature, comes back to you in a graceful curve and passes whizzing apparently under your feet into what must, as you suppose, be a hollowed part of the wall.  Instinctively you lean forward to see what becomes of the stone and to learn why it acted so queerly—and you are brought suddenly face to face with the fact that you are leaning over 1,200 feet of empty space.  It does not take long for a realization of this to soak into you.  You remember then how soon that stone began to whiz.  You have looked the precipice in the eye and it was not hollow but sheer.  You know then that those laws and forces of nature are immutable and .that it was your own malinterpretation of appearances that made things look so queer.  And when you have sat down at a safe distance

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from the brink to do a little pondering, from away across the Coulee you catch a faint echo of the fall of the stone you threw. That wall was all of three miles away and you were foolish enough to attempt to measure the Coulee with a little of man's strength exerted on a small stone hurled across ———.  But you laugh at the matter and dismiss the feeling of smallness that has crept over you, supplying its place with a gratifying sense of discovery.  Here was something new — and found by yourself.  By accident, 'tis true, but none the less your very own discovery.
      Therefore there is a desire to know more, to look farther, to go down there into the bowels of the earth and learn what manner of people there make their homes.  So follow along the brink and look for a place of descent.  Here is an old trail worn deep with much travel, though now it is unused.  Speculation as to why this disuse is set at rest very soon when a barbed wire fence is found to cross at right angles and corner on the very edge of the wall, large stones being used to fix the posts upright.  Those who know will tell you that this is the old Indian trail, and has been used for time out of mind by the red men in his journeys north and south.  Now it is hopelessly cut up from all practical use by the advent of the homesteader and his ever present and necessary barbed wire fence.  The Bell trail is the only means of descent in 40 miles on the west side, or from Coulee City to the Columbia.  That is, the only practicable means.  You can jump off at any point you please, but your respected remains would not be worth the picking up.  There are other ways of getting down, it is said, but the men of the plains who ride a cayuse once and then call it a 'plumb broke boss,' be it ever such a bucker, are apt to take the same liberal view of what is a safe trail down the Coulee wall.  The Bell trail is so called from Frank Bell's ranch, one of the oldest and best on the west wall.  You can not see much of this descent at any one time.  A steep incline 18 inches or so wide starts at the edge of the wall, and disappears down around some jagged, jutting rocks a few feet below.  This much is all you will ever see of the trail.  And perhaps 'tis well that this is so—well for the nerves and your reputation as a man of courage.  If you are this, and a little foolhardy besides, you will venture down.  But you will be prudent and humane enough to leave your horse should you be riding, staked above on the prairie.
      The descent is a series of slides, of wild scrambles to reach the nearest mass of ragged rock below; a clambering around abutments, and a pressing flat to the face of the wall, with one fearful, fleeting glimpse of the world below, looking now down farther than ever. You should by this time be enjoying the scenery above, below and around about.  The pleasure of this comes later, when you have time to recall it, but just now every faculty is put to other and, may hap, better use in making the descent safely.  At no time do you feel secure.  Every foot of the way is attended with a slip, a slide or an arresting lurch against one of the numerous rocks that line the trail.  And yet pack-horses, with the jump of the bunch grass in them still, are led up and down here, even in the night and winter time at that.  You must know that this allusion to bunch grass is made advisedly.  There are men who have lived among it all their lives who will tell you that bunch grass has the unaccountable quality of imparting 'jump' to the horse that grazes it.  Put. they will say, the good, staid, old reliable carriage horse on a summer's grazing of bunch grass and the owner won't know it again.  Neither will he want to renew acquaintance.  For the bunch grass has put the jump in him.  Only those westerners say 'buck' when they want to express it.  And this is not to be explained, though it may serve to throw some light on the formation of western character.
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to their death. The wonder is, not that some were killed, but that any made the trip in safety.  Two-thirds of the way down the Bell trail there is an amphitheatre like formation of the wall that has remarkable acoustic qualities.  The echo here is fine.  A little experimenting will find the foci of sound.  The fine effects to be obtained are well worth the trouble, the fatigue and the danger of the trip.
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