Stagecoach Etiquette

 The following is an actual set of rules posted by Wells-Fargo sometime in the 1800's.

1.      Abstinence from liquor is requested, but if you must drink, share the bottle. To do otherwise makes you appear selfish and unneighborly.

2.      If ladies are present, gentlemen are urged to forego smoking cigars and pipes as the odor of same is repugnant to the Gentle Sex. Chewing tobacco is permitted but spit WITH the wind, not against it.

3.      Gentlemen must refrain from the use of rough language in the presence of ladies and children.

4.      Buffalo robes are provided for your comfort during cold weather. Hogging robes will not be tolerated and the offender will be made to ride with the driver.

5.      Don’t snore loudly while sleeping or use your fellow passenger’s shoulder for a pillow; he or she may not understand and friction may result.

6.      Firearms may be kept on your person for use in emergencies. Do not fire them for pleasure or shoot at wild animals as the sound riles the horses.

7.      In the event of runaway horses, remain calm. Leaping from the coach in panic will leave you injured, at the mercy of the elements, hostile Indians and hungry coyotes.

8.      Forbidden topics of discussion are stagecoach robberies and Indian uprisings.

9.      Gents guilty of unchivalrous behavior toward lady passengers will be put off the stage. It’s a long walk back. A word to the wise is sufficient.

These rules were taken very seriously and vigorously enforced!

I found this amusing book trailer on YouTube for the novel "A Lady Like Sarah" by Margaret Brownley.

Blind Man Plans To Go Places On A Bike

This short article was published January 5, 1933 in an out-of-state newspaper.

"Grants Pass, Ore.--'Blind George,' whose fingertips serve faultlessly as eyes in the conduct of his confectionery and news stand, says he tired of feeling his way about the city.  He plans to buy a tandem bicycle and put a chauffeur in the pilot's seat."

"Blind George's" Newsstand today

"Blind George" purchased his tandem bicycle and employed several chauffeurs over the years, including Gordon Dewayne Lewis.  Mr. Lewis died October 18, 2010.  The following excerpt comes from his obituary, which was written by one of his children.

"Then they moved to G. Street, and he began working for Blind George, a Grants Pass icon. Blind George had a tandem bicycle, and he paid Dad to peddle him on his rounds to deliver newspapers. Dad sold magazines for Blind George, and his best customers were the Soiled Doves on G. Street. They bought Ladies Home Journal and the Saturday Evening Post. He said that they were the only ones with money and even tipped a little."

A Day In A Life Along The Oregon Trail

"Sunday, May 8th -- Sunday morning. Still in camp waiting to cross. There are three hundred or more wagons in sight and as far as the eye can reach, the bottom is covered, on each side of the river, with cattle and horses. There is not ferry here and the men will have to make one out of the tightest wagon-bed (every company should have a waterproof wagon-bed for this purpose). Everything must now be hauled out of the wagons head over heels (and he who knows where to find anything will be a smart fellow), then the wagons must be all taken to pieces, and then by means of a strong rope stretched across the river, with a tight wagon-bed attached to the middle of it, the rope must be long enough to pull from one side to the other, with men on each side of the river to pull it. In this way we have to cross everything a little at a time. Women and children last, and then swim the cattle and horses. There were three horses and some cattle drowned while crossing this place yesterday. It is quite lively and merry here this morning and the weather fine. We are camped on a large bottom, with the broad, deep river on one side of us and a high bluff on the other."

Independence Rock - photo courtesy of Thunderbrand

This is from the 1853 diary of Amelia Stewart Knight.  She, her husband and seven children left Iowa in April of 1853 and made their way to Oregon in Autumn of the same year.

The Rogue I Remember - by Wallace Ohrt

In his book, The Rogue I Remember, Wallace Ohrt shares his memories of growing up in the Upper Rogue River Valley during the Great Depression.

 

Living in the sparsely populated area along the Upper Rogue River was a great adventure for a kid.  Mr. Ohrt also shows us that raising a family in such a beautiful and remote area, with the added hardship of the depression years required tenacity, creativity and a lot of hard work.

The Rogue I Remember is a thoroughly enjoyable read for anyone between the ages of 12 and 112!

This book plus many others are available at the Josephine County Historical Society.  Please come browse the great selection we have in our bookshop, or email us at josephine@historicalsociety.us.

Oregon Caves Are Reopened - May 1946

This is an excerpt from an article that was published May 17, 1946 in an out of state newspaper.

"Oregon Caves recreational area near Grants Pass, Oregon which were closed during the war years will reopen late in May under the national park service.  Harold B. Say has been appointed general manager of the resort.

Before the war, increasing thousands each year were taking the 19-mile drive to the caves up through the timbered Siskiyou mountains from the Redwood Highway.

The weird and beautiful underground chambers and the Swiss chalet lodge in a canyon at the mouth of the caves are expected to break all attendance records as the travel season opens for 1946."

A Day In A Girl's Life On The Oregon Trail

"August 1st we nooned in a beautiful grove on the north side of the Platte. We had by this time got used to climbing in and out of the wagon when in motion.

When performing this feat that afternoon my dress caught on an axle helve and I was thrown under the wagon wheel, which passed over and badly crushed my limb before father could stop the team. He picked me up and saw the extent of the injury when the injured limb hung dangling in the air.

In a broken voice he exclaimed: "My dear child, your leg is broken all to pieces!" The news soon spread along the train and a halt was called. A surgeon was found and the limb set; then we pushed on the same night to Laramie, where we arrived soon after dark. This accident confined me to the wagon the remainder of the long journey."

Catherine Sager Pringle, 1890.

Image courtesy of the Oregon State Library.

These words were written by Catherine Carney Sager in 1844.  She was nine years old when her family began their journey along the Oregon Trail.

Both of Catherine's parents died along the Oregon Trail; leaving Catherine, her two older brothers and four younger sisters, including the baby "Rosanna" born May 30, 1844, orphans.


They were adopted by missionaries, Marcus and Narcissa Whitman.  The Whitman's were massacred in November 1847 once again leaving the Sager children orphans.


In about 1860 Catherine Carney Sager wrote her account of their journey along the Oregon Trail and their pioneer life.

The First of May!

This is from Charles Dicken's short story:  First of May

The first of May! There is a merry freshness in the sound, calling to our minds a thousand thoughts of all that is pleasant in nature and beautiful in her most delightful form. What man is there, over whose mind a bright spring morning does not exercise a magic influence--carrying him back to the days of his childish sports, and conjuring up before him the old green field with its gently- waving trees, where the birds sang as he has never heard them since--where the butterfly fluttered far more gaily than he ever sees him now, in all his ramblings--where the sky seemed bluer, and the sun shone more brightly--where the air blew more freshly over greener grass, and sweeter-smelling flowers--where everything wore a richer and more brilliant hue than it is ever dressed in now! Such are the deep feelings of childhood . . .

Well; many years ago we began to be a steady and matter-of-fact sort of people, and dancing in spring being beneath our dignity, we gave it up . . .

Charles John Huffam Dickens, the most popular English novelist of the Victorian era was born February 7, 1812 and died at the age of 58 on June 9, 1870.

His novels and short stories are still popular today, so much so that they've never gone out of print.

This is a portrait of Dickens from 1842.   He and his wife first visited the United States this same year, even though he found slavery to be an abomination. 

"A Christmas Carol," perhaps his most well known novel was written in 1843.  It has been reported that he wrote it in just a few weeks in order to cover the expenses of his wife's fifth pregnancy.