Soldier’s graves at Smoke Creek, March 15, 1964. Left to Right: Frances Amesbury, Mary Morrill and Gil Morrill. Courtesy of Gil Morrill
One of the interesting endeavors undertaken by the then newly formed Lassen County Historical Society was to locate the soldier graves at the military encampment known as Smoke Creek, just across the Nevada stateline. In 1964, on their first excursion they located it. Over time they decided that something needed to be done as a memorial. In June 1968, they ventured again, this time erecting a large cross on the hillside.
Phil Lord and Bob Amesbury at work putting up the cross, June 1968. Courtesy of Gil Morrill
The small cemetery was established on the hillside across the creek from the camp for the four soldiers who died there while in service. On January 18, 1863, Pvt. John Smith Co C2 Calif Cav died from gunshots at Deep Hole, Nevada, over an argument with his commanding officer Second Lt Henry W. Williams. On November 9, 1863, Pvt. Gustavus W. Platt Co. C2 Calif Cav died of typhoid fever at Smoke Creek. On July 3, 1864, Sergeant William McCoy, age 28, died from an unknown illness. On November 17, 1865, Pvt. David O’Connell Co. B2 Calif. Cav was killed in action at the Pine Forest battle near Black Rock.
The camp was located near the cottonwood trees seen in the distance. It is located on private property and is now fenced off.
During the 1860s, the United States Military had a major presence in the region, with numerous military camps scattered around the Honey Lake Valley and Northwestern Nevada—one of which was Camp Smoke Creek just over the stateline in Nevada.
Its origins began on November 9, 1862, when Nevada Territorial Governor James W. Nye wrote to Brigadier General George Wright, Commander of the Department of the Pacific, and requested a Company of troops to protects the emigrants from the Indians along the Honey Lake-Humboldt Road. On November 14, 1862, the troops were dispatched. On December 15, 1862, Second Lt. Henry W. Williams arrived at Smoke Creek with twenty-five men and forty days of rations. On March 28, 1864, First Lt. Oscar Jewett, then in command, received orders from Fort Churchill to abandon the camp and to remove all valuable property from the camp as was possible. Continue reading Camp Smoke Creek→
Smith Hotel, circa 1880. Courtesy of Verna M. Wood
During the late 1800s, Susanville had anywhere between one to four breweries at any given time. In the fall of 1864, German immigrant Jacob “Jake” Smith* opened his first of many breweries in Susanville. When he opened a particular brewery on May 27, 1879, he was met with some resistance. At that time, a group of women formed a “temperance society” to educate the young people of the area the “evils of alcohol.” At this same time, Smith along with his wife Sophia, operated a hotel on Main Street, that was destroyed by fire in 1882.
This a view of Eagle Lake from Dow Butte that is located northwest of Spalding Tract. A forest service lookout was constructed there in 1939. It was removed in 1994, and can viewed at the Eagle Lake Marina.
The relocated Dow Lookout at the Eagle Lake Marina—December 11, 2021
William Dow first settled near present day Spalding Tract in 1875. Shortly, thereafter his nephew, John Spalding also located there. Dow sold out to Albert Gallatin 1886.
There are a handful of subscribers who will recognize this instantly. On the other spectrum there will be others proverbially “scratching their noggin.”
The region, like most of California is earthquake prone. Actually, on any given week there are small quakes in the region, registering under 3 on the Richter Scale. The tremors are so faint, no one feels them.
However, that was not the case on May 23, 2006, when an earthquake struck the east shore of Lake Almanor at 8:47 p.m. It got everyones attention as it measured 5.7. It was widely felt throughout the region.
In the spring of 1914, a swarm of earthquakes hit the region, a prelude to Lassen Peak’s eruption that May. At the same time, Big Meadows was being flooded to be transformed into Lake Almanor. Many locals believed that was cause of the Lassen Peak eruption.
Notice the information Brown provided for his daughter’s birth.
Back in 1997, I was hired to research a parcel near Pittville on the Lassen-Shasta County line. It became a very convulated affair, and not a pleasant one on my part. However, the early history of the property has an unusual tale.
Delbert Lester Brown (1890-1966) gave this most unusual address of the “Right Hand of God Earthly Father” when his daughter was born in 1924. Brown’s homestead was situated on the bench above Pittville. He located there in 1914, after moving from Lakeview, Oregon. When Brown was digging a well by hand, he reached a point when it was necessary to blast out the rocks with dynamite. Brown set his charges into the well hole and tried to detonate them. Nothing happened, so he crawled into the hole to locate the problem. Brown discovered the charges had become damp. Since there was little light, Brown, with the claw end of a hammer, accidentally struck one of the blasting caps. Luckily, it did not go off. At that moment, Brown decided that the hand of the Lord was on his side and that he must change his ways. After that incident Brown began spreading the gospel and he became widely known as Preacher Brown.
Note: For those interested my broken wrist is improving. Progress is slow but sure, but this year I will not able to do as much cemetery work prior to Memorial Day.
Lake Helen at an elevation of 8,164’ is a popular stopping spot on the loop highway through the park. It was so named for Helen Brodt, the first woman to climb Lassen Peak.
Long before there was any thought given of making Lassen a national park, the area lured summer tourists from the Sacramento Valley to escape that region’s heat. In late August 1864, a camping party consisting of Pierson B. Reading, Kendall Bumpass, S.S. Thomas, and Aurelius and Helen Brodt arrived at Morgan Meadows, to the south of Lassen Peak. On August 28, they made the ascent to the top of the peak. Two weeks later, the Brodts journeyed to Susanville, where Aurelius Brodt wrote to his mother about his journey in the mountains. “Last week Helen and myself climbed and stood upon the very top of Lassen Peak, 11,000 feet above the level of the ocean. It was a thrilling adventure—we walked over ice and snow that had probably been there for centuries—we found a crater in active operation, sending up vast clouds of sulphurous steam making a deafening roar similar to an immense steam engine [Bumpass Hell]. We found a beautiful little lake near the top of the mountain which was named Lake Helen after my wife, she being the first woman that had ever seen it, also her name and date Aug. 28, 1864 is inscribed on the side of a large rock on the very peak, she being the first woman that ever ascended the peak.”
A reader wanted to know if Susanville was ever served by Greyhound Bus Lines. The answer is yes. However, my knowledge of its operations is extremely limited. Greyhound probably began service in the area by the1950s. Some time in the 1980s, it probably ceased. The last location was on North Sacramento Street across from the T&A. The agent then was Nels Wilhelm. If anyone can shed more light on this topic, it would be appreciated.
Clapper Canyon/Creek, Black Rock Desert. Courtesy of D. Dickerson
Hardin City was a short lived mining town in the Black Rock Desert during the 1860s. It was named after James Allen Hardin, a member of emigrant party in 1849 who a made an accidental silver discovery in that vicinity by picking up a rock there, but did not realize until later when he resided in Petaluma. Thus, another lost mine story began. In 1859, Peter Lassen and others made an expedition in search of the mineral deposit and it was a fatal mistake for him and his companion, Edward Clapper. Lassen was only several miles from where Hardin City would spring up.
Anyhow, while sorting through my file on Camp McGarry, I came across this article of Modoc Independent of Alturas dated 11 September 1884. Its an account from Alturas resident, H.L. Spargur, who was one of many prospectors in the Black Rock Desert back in the 1860s. I thought some might enjoy it.
”Black Rock — H.L. Spargur who has been on a prospecting trip through a portion of Nevada, relates some stories which cannot fail to be interesting to them who some eighteen years ago believed that the Black Rock mines were the richest in the world, and braved all sorts of dangers and hardships in efforts to develop that section, but at last were forced to abandon the mines and see all their golden dreams fade away. Mr. Spargur was one of the those who, in 1866, went to the Black Rock mines and, with his family, stayed there as long as there was a ghost of a show, and was among the last to pull up camp and seek new fields.
“Many of our readers will remember that a quartz mill was built, and that no less than three towns were laid out, and for a time the Black Rock country was a lively one. Mr. Spargur says that although it has been sixteen years since he left Harden City, (one of the three towns referred to) he found it looking natural as the day he left it. The houses, which the miners built for themselves and families were of adobe, and although for 16 years they have been deserted by human beings, they are now in as perfect a state of preservation as they were when they were abandoned in 1868. Mr. Spargur speaks of the wonderful preservative qualities of the water of that place and the peculiar state of the atmosphere, and gives it as his opinion that “a man would never die at Black Rock.” He says that in the year 1867, when the quartz mill was built a wooden pipe was laid to convey the water from one of the springs to the mill, and that when a year afterwards the mill was torn down and hauled away, this pipe was left undisturbed and that at the time of his visit to Black Rock, some three weeks ago, the water was still running
through the pipe and the material of which it was made was as sound as it was the day the water was turned in. Mr. S. says that while strolling through the streets of Harden City he noticed pieces of boards and even the smallest splinters of wood which has been there exposed to the elements all these years, are still as firm as when they left there by the miners years ago. “[Note: The quartz mill was moved to Hayden Hill]
