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SKETCHES of EARLY
HIGH PRAIRIE
by Nelia Binford Fleming

 

Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Early History of the Territory and State of Washington
Klickitat County
High Prairie
The First White Settlers of High Prairie
We Come West
Riveted Shoes
Our First Winter in Washington
Our First Christmas
Doc Lee Brings Tobacco
Spring Time – Wild Flowers
Only Three Months of School
A Pony Colt
Water
Church
Indians
Our First School Days in Klickitat
Rev Knifes the Dog
My Toys
Nowitcah
Fruit
Home Made Corn Meal
The Lord Will Provide
Pete Sleeps With His Boots On
Revvie's April Fool
Home Made Shoes
Billyack
Father Gets Lost
Rattlesnakes
Pitch
Old Gabe
School Days
We Steal a Pie
Planting Trees
Watermelon Feed
Dolls Baptized
Escaping the Wind Storm
Mr. Pittman's Wood
The Putman Family
The Berrys Come West
The Rothrock Home
Auntie French
Skip Right Along and Pray As We Go
Entertainment
You Gonna Ford This?
Traveling Down the River
Housecleaning
Rev Goes to See His Girl
Tragedy
A Child in the Well
Wash Up There
We Entertained Strangers
Crossing the Columbia on the Ice
The Locoed Horse
Hauling Wheat
Goodbye


WASH UP THERE

ONE of the first families to settle in Klickitat County was the Burgen family. Mrs. Burgen rode into Klickitat Valley on horseback just two months before her baby was born. Hence this son, Newt Burgen, was the first white child born in Klickitat County.

When I was a young woman, I taught school in the neighborhood where the Burgens lived, and sometimes visited at their home.

Their first home was located on a fertile farm on "The Swale," near Goldendale, a small stream running through the valley This cabin had port holes in it, as a safeguard against Indians.

Mrs. Rurgen told me that at the time the family first caine to the new home, the Indians were more like animals than humans, in their manner of doing things. When the Indians came to the settler house, they slipped from brush to brush, crawled through the tall grass, or when they found nothing to hide behind ran swiftly through the open space and dropped behind any bush or tree that would hide them, then crawl and hide again.

Mrs. Burgen once invited me to spend the night with her, which I gladly did.

In the morning when I came down stairs, I asked where I might wash.

Mrs. Burgen was a pioneer and not accustomed to pampering people. She gave me a towel, took me to the back door, pointed up the draw, and told me,

"Wash up there."

And even though it was the dead of winter, I took the piece of soap I found lying there, and washed myself in the icy water as it came gurgling from the side of the hill. At least, I didn't need to apply rouge for color!