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Vol. 22, No. 4

Autumn 1996

A review and newsletter from the Columbia River Maritime Museum at 1792 Marine Drive in Astoria, Oregon

Astoria in 1841 was a tiny frontier settlement, as depicted in this engraving by Rawdon, Wright and Hatch after a drawing by T. Agate. 1978.94.8.

ASTORIA IN 1846: An Eye-Witness Report.

A Yankee Youth at Sea Burr Osborn was a typical Yankee farm boy when he ran away to sea in 1844 at the age of 18. The only job he could get was on a whaler bound to the southern and Pacific oceans.

After intense boredom and other hardships aboard several whaleships, and periods ashore in Tasmania, southern New Zealand and Hawaii, he abandoned whaling to serve on a United States surveying expedition charting the Pacific coasts from Chile to Alaska. He was on the U.S. schooner Shark when it was wrecked on the bar at the mouth of the Columbia River on 10 September 1846. Her crew of 86 lost everything except their lives. For some weeks they sheltered in a vacant log house belonging to the Hudson Bay Company at

Astoria and built another. Thereafter Osborn saw much of Oregon and Washington before serving with Fremont in California during the war with Mexico and making extensive further cruises with the U.S. Navy. He returned home in January 1849, having circled the globe in four years, and he was still only 23 years old. Next he abandoned the sea, "went West" and cut a farm from the woods in Michigan where he remained for seventy years till his death, aged 96, in 1921. He was respected and popular as well as an entertaining writer and story-teller. In 1892 he expanded various newspaper articles into a book, now very rare, from which the following eyewitness account of Astoria in 1846 is taken. Turn to page 6.

- Rhys Richards, Wellington, New Zealand

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Manuscript letter by Commodore William Broughton, R.N. (text below) Rolf Klep collection, 1981.90.6.

Almost two decades after his exploration of the Columbia River in the brig Chatham, William R. Broughton of the Royal Navy penned this reprimand to a captain in the India Squadron. Such manuscript letters are among the many historical treasures in the Museum library. Like the fascinating 1846 account of Astoria by Burr Osborn, serialized in this issue, original sources have great power -- to inform history, to transport the reader to another place and time. Our library contains many such hidden treasures. We are about to embark on an exciting new voyage to make our library treasures more easily available to all our members and scholars.

-Jerry L. Ostermiller, Executive Director The text of the letter reads: Illustrious, Bombay Harbour, 9th deer. 1811 Sir, I have to desire you will state to me your reasons for disobeying the standing orders of the Squadron in India under date 28th January 1810, by interfering with Captain Bowen's orders who had charge of the Bay of Bengal; also for proceeding to Sa[ ]gar Roads and Kidgeree in the River Hoogley in HM Ship Malacca under your Command, contrary to the standing orders under date 4th April 1810.

I am, Sir, Your most abed. Servant W.R. Broughton Capt. W. Butterfield Commodore H. M Ship Malacca

Museum trustee Richard Carruthers and curator Anne Witty examine an early ship's log from the Northwest maritime fur trade. The Museum Library is a rich resource for maritime history.

Calling All Hands

The Columbia River Maritime Museum is planning to computer catalog its important maritime history library. We are asking our members to make a special year-end donation to support this ambitious project.

The Columbia River Maritime Museum is widely regarded as to research local and maritime history questions. All agree that the one of our nation's finest. Our collections, exhibits, and educaMuseum Library is a rich and vital historical resource without equal. tional programs rival those of any We now plan to bring a new level maritime museum. What is not comof access to the Library through commonly known is that the Museum puter cataloging. This will greatly Donations are needed to catalog possesses one of the region's great enhance our ability to serve hunand computerize the Museum maritime libraries. dreds of Library users from throughHome to some 6,000 books, I 0,000 out the country.

Library, and to bring anew level periodicals, 450 films, and 5,000 origiYour help is needed to catalog and of access to students, scholars, nal manuscripts, the Museum Library computerize the Museum Library. We and members of our community. is a rich source of information and maare setting out to raise $50,000 to bring terials relating to the maritime explorathe Library into the 21st century, and We hope that you will support tion, development, and commerce of to ensure that our region's maritime your Museum in this effort. the Pacific Northwest. history is passed on to coming genThe Library contains books and erations. Donations from our memPlease send your donation in the records relating to fishing and canbers are an important part of this enclosed envelope today. ning on the Columbia River, shipping effort. Please join in supporting this and trade in the Northwest, pilotage effort with a special gift today. on the Columbia River bar, modem 20th century shipping in Oregon In thanks for your support, donors o/$50 or more will be listed on and Washington, and general maritime and naval history. a donor wall in the Museum Library. All donors will be invited to a Each year, hundreds of visitors and scholars consult the Library special Museum Library Open House once the project is completed.

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Columbia River Maritime Museum News and Notes Age of Sail Collection Enhances Library Dr. Bernard Berenson of Portland, a continual supporter of the Museum since its founding, recently donated most of his unique library of maritime books and research papers. A large and significant collection, it results from what Dr. Berenson describes as "70 years of seeking, obtaining and glorying in those books." Many of the books he collected have come to the Museum Library over the years, building the backbone of a fine maritime book collection.

A retired physician with a lifelong love of the sea, Dr. Berenson has focused his scholarship on the age of sail. Many of his books reflect his deep knowledge of all things maritime in often-pointed annotations, quotes and corrections.

The research papers, letters, drawings, and ship portraits he compiled are now collated as the Berenson Age of Sail Collection in the Museum Library.

A figurehead from the Age ofSail, as sketched by Dr. Bernard Berenson.

Equally discriminating in his collecting of artifacts, Dr. Berenson has donated many maritime items to the Museum as well. Our Library and collections have been enormously enriched by his contributions.

Long-time museum members may have read of Dr. Berenson in these pages before. A youthful voyage ended in Astoria when the SS Laurel wrecked on Peacock Spit in 1929. Bernard Berenson, then a college student on summer vacation, had signed on as a crewman for the ill-fated voyage. He wound up instead convalescing from a broken hip in St. Mary's Hospital. An account he wrote in 1936, while memory of the event was vivid, was published in the Quarterdeck Review in Spring 1985.

Despite the brush with disaster, Dr. Berenson has maintained his lifelong passion for maritime history. The Museum is indeed fortunate to count him among our active members. We are honored to share his steadfast legacy of learning.

Noted Oceanographer Speaks of New Frontiers In October, renowned oceanographer Dr. Robert Ballard visited the Columbia River Maritime Museum for a private tour and reception. Over the past three decades, Dr. Ballard's work with the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, the U.S . Navy, and now his own new institute for underwater studies has made his name almost synonymous with underwater exploration.

Dr. Ballard's evening lecture to a standing-room-only audience fascinated people of all ages. His tales of underwater adventure included the early exploration of the enormous mountain ranges under the world's oceans, the discovery of RMS Titanic 2-1/2 miles below the Atlantic, and the

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geology of the deep sea bed. Next he plans to use high-technology underwater vehicles to examine deep-sea shipwrecks that, he hopes, will reveal much about seafaring in Roman times.

Gauging from their enthusiastic reaction, the many young students in the audience are eager to take up Dr. Ballard's challenge to explore our undersea world, the vast majority of which remains uncharted. The Museum thanks Clatsop Community College for organizing the Arts on Stage lecture series, and for bringing our community the opportunity to hear of these exciting new frontiers in oceaography from Dr. Robert Ballard.

Greenery Also Brightened Holidays at Sea An evergreen tree tied to the topmast of a sailing ship: what could be more reminiscent of the holiday season than this green symbol of hope, carried out to sea? But it wasn't always so. The evergreen tree as a symbol of Christmas came to this country in the early 1800s with immigrants from Western Europe. At that time, the Christmas celebrations now familiar and beloved to us were not universal, or even common.

By the late 1800s, however, Christmas celebrations had spread and trees were occasionally seen on vessels. Some ships may have been bedecked with their own cargo (no pun intended!), as trees cut for the holidays were delivered by ship in some areas.

This was the case in the Great Lakes, where schooners delivered evergreens cut from the woods across Lake Michigan to families in Chicago.

On the West Coast, steam schooners and other lumber carriers are known to have cut their Christmas greenery on Puget Sound while awaiting the loading of milled lumber destined for San Francisco and points south. Upon arrival in San Francisco, the trees were distributed among their seagoing brethren, the blue-water sailors, as a means to brighten the season.

During the last days of the square-riggers, freights were very low due to the advent of steam powered ships and overland shipping by locomotive. The greenery symbolized the hope for better times shared by all men of the sea.

We wish all our readers a peaceful and joyous holiday season, and hope to see you for the holiday program on Sunday, December 8th.

1996 Holiday Program, Sunday, December 8th

The First Lutheran Children's Choir performing at the 1994 Holiday Program

Our annual holiday gala is drawing near. We're delighted to welcome back, by popular demand, William Pint and Felicia Dale from Seattle. These terrific musicians combine traditional sea chanties and folk songs with a touch of their own invention, in a variety of styles and instruments. For a full afternoon of music, several local chorales and performing groups return for a big holiday splash. Special book events will make the Museum Store glow with holiday cheer -- and don't forget your member's discount!

The holiday open house is Sunday, December 8th. Our doors are open from 9:30 a.m. to 5 :00 p.m., with free admission to the Museum all day. The musical festivities begin at noon.

Welcome Aboard The friendly new voice you hear on the telephone belongs to Rosemarie Damon, the Museum's secretary and receptionist. Rosemarie is a native of Astoria, and grew up in Pacific County. She brings a multi-faceted array of talents as well as a strong interest in the history of our area to the Museum team.

Justine Van Sickle, who served as the director's administrative assistant for four years, recently left the North Coast to settle in Salem. We wish her all the best as she launches herself into new educational endeavors.

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woman's foot, or an American woman's waist. It is the fashion. Don't you see?

The papoose keeps up a squalling the entire year. They have a pole fastened to the box, so the squaws can carry them on their shoulders from place to place, the same as a man does a musket. When they stop at a place they set the papoose up against a wigwam, or a tree, as the case may be. A person can always find his way to the wigwam by the scent. They hang up their fish in their huts to dry, hence the odor.

They live principally on fish.

Dangerous Departure

An Eye-Witness Account by Burr Osborn Columbia River - Buoying the Channel

[In 1846,] a part of the program of the Shark was to survey and buoy the channel ofthe Columbia River, so that it could be navigated by vessels. We sounded and set buoys up to Vancouver. We had to "kedge" the ship all the way, ninety-six miles. It was done by carrying a small anchor in a boat up stream, the length of a long rope or hawser, when the Hands on board would haul themselves up to the "kedge," or anchor, and then it would again be carried forward, and a continuation of this process was had until we had worked ourselves up to Vancouver. At that time Vancouver was a depot for taking in furs from the Indians and trappers. It was the only white settlement from the mouth of the Columbia, with the exception of Astoria, which had three log and one small frame house, twenty miles from the mouth of the river. In fact, it was a vast wilderness all the way. A tribe ofIndians called the Flat Heads was scattered along the river. On arriving at Vancouver, we next surveyed the Willamett, a branch of the Columbia, eight miles below Vancouver. At that time Portland and Oregon City had been born, but neither had any material growth. Up the Willamett Valley was as good farming land as the sun ever shone on. We completed our survey and returned to Vancouver.

On board was a boy named George Getchel, and we were fast friends. We belonged to the same mess, or family, the same boat and the same watch. He was the same boy that had the earthquake experience with me in Chili.

We sailed down the river to Astoria, where we remained for several weeks living mostly on salmon. A "thripenny" plug of tobacco would purchase from the Indians a salmon that would weigh ten pounds. It was amazing to see the Indians stand in their canoes and spear the salmon running up the river, where a white man would not have much success - but that appeared to be about all they did know. They pressed ... their brains when young by placing them in a box as soon as born, and then strapping a board over their foreheads with thongs. This they keep up for a year. The thongs are kept tight all the time hence the child's head has to grow flat to conform to the place it has to develop in, the same as a Chinese

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About this time we received orders overland to sail for San Francisco immediately.

We got under weigh, and then sailed down the river to Baker's Bay, and waited a few days for a fair wind to take us out to sea.

The channel at the mouth of the river is very narrow and dangerous to pass through, as was found to our sorrow. The mouth of the river between headlands is twenty miles wide, with a sand bar about fifteen miles by twenty miles wide, with a channel running through the middle, and this is both narrow and crooked, with a propensity to shift every time there is a storm. This bar is one solid mass of breakers, especially when there is a heavy wind, and this makes it dangerous navigating with a sailing vessel, hence our waiting for fair wind.

The boys were uneasy. The captain was anxious to get to the front, for we had heard rumors that war had been declared against Mexico, and did not know but that hostilities had already begun. It had been a long time since we had heard from the United States. We got under weigh for sea, with a light, fair breeze, but when nearly out of the breakers, the wind veered around and drove us upon them. The port watch was below in their hammocks, but were called on deck immediately, no time being given them to dress. The vessel was laboring and the captain ordered the masts to be cut away. Guns of distress were fired until the magazine overflowed, when our cannon and shot were thrown overboard. About this time a gang of about twenty, headed by the captain of the forecastle, started with an iron bar to break open the hatches that led to the spirit room. Capt. Howison was not napping, for in a few seconds he came on deck with a six barrel rifle and pistols.

He laid his revolvers on the companion hatch, and deliberately drew a bead on the

ring-leader, called him by name, and told him if he struck another blow be would blow his brains out. That put a stopper on the liquor business. The captain asked them why they wanted to break into the liquor room at such an hour of peril, and they replied that if they had got to die they wanted to die happy.

Hair-breadth escapes Another incident happened about this time. While the men were stationed along the deck and passing shot overboard, the master-at-arms got down on his knees and began to pray, thus forcing some on~ else to do his work. Lieut. Schenk told him to get up and go to his place; that praying would not save him, but possibly hard work might. We hoisted the Captain's gig overboard, got the ship's papers and money into it, and all the sick, with the surgeon. The ship was rolling back and forth thirty or forty feet. The gunwales would be submerged and the next minute thirty or forty feet above the water. I pulled the bow oar at my post. We got the boat loaded and the captain ordered us to shove off. The first move we made, the ship rolled back and the flukes of the anchor stove into and through the boat, and she filled instantly. · All the people in the boat caught onto something and were hauled on board. Previous to this the captain had ordered one end of all the ropes in the ship to be thrown overboard and the other end fastened to the ship, so that if any one fell overboard he would stand some chance of catching on and being hauled on board. There were some hair-breadth escapes before getting on board. For instance, the surgeon weighed two hundred and fifty pounds and he caught onto a lanyard half an inch thick which was old and rotten, and hanging from one of the porthole doors, and hung to it while the vessel rolled up at least thirty feet and back, before they got a rope around him and hauled him on the ship. One of the men took this same lanyard, or rope, and pulled it in two with his hands, it was so weak. I caught on to the jib stay, about thirty feet from the bows, and Lieut. Schenk came out on the bowsprit, and threw the bite [bight] of

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a rope around me to make sure ?f ~y safety, which I accomplished by shmn_mg up the rope hand over hand, and swimming in the air until reaching the deck. We continued in this situation until it was about ten o'clock in evening, when it was flood tide. The sea became smoother and we were ordered to hoist out the launch, a boat that pulled sixteen oars, and the first cutter pulling eight oars, all the boats that we had left. The whale boat's crew were sounding the channel when we drifted on the bar, and the last we had seen of her before dark she was drifting sea-ward, not daring to come into the breakers. After dark we sent up rockets and fired cannon until the magazine overflowed, but when the tide changed to the flood, the sea was calmer and the boys brought her back. The crew consisted of six, and there was a good deal of rejoicing when they came, but we were no better off than they . They came about the time we got out our other boats.

The captain ordered the boats to be filled with men and pulled to the shore at Clatsup [Clatsop] Beach about 15 miles away, through the breakers, and return for the

balance, as the boats were not large enough to take them all at once. The boats left the wreck at eleven o'clock and reached the beach at four o'clock in the morning.

Clatsop Beach They soon returned, reaching the vessel at five o'clock, being thirteen hours making the trip. A minute was a long time to us fellows on the wreck, which was slowly but surely sinking into the quicksands. As the boats arrived nothing was left above the water but the roof of the deck cabin, and by the captain's orders we were all lashed on with ropes. Every breaker made a clean breach over us. We were all rescued from the wreck, the captain being the last man off. We landed at Clatsup [Clatsop] Beach with the rest of the crew about eleven o'clock. Everything except that we stood in was lost. All I had at the time, and for two weeks after, was one pair of drawers and a shirt, and half of the crew was in the same fix. The boys who landed first had got a fire for us, made from the timber of the Peacock, a United States sloop of war wrecked some thirty years previous. Rain was falling as we landed, and it continued during the night, but we had been soaked for the last thirty-six hours, and had not yet broken our fast. We did not get much sleep; in fact there was no place to sleep, unless in the mud or standing. In the morning farmers came from a ranch twenty-five miles away to see if they could do anything for us. The Indians had told them a ship had been cast away at the mouth of the river. The captain told them he would like a couple of oxen for his men, as they had been without food for a couple of days, but we did not get anything until the day following, thus making our fast about fifty-five hours, without sleep or rest. Our ox was butchered, hung up, and the boys helped themselves. Some ate it raw, some stuck pieces on sticks and held it to the fire, some threw large chunks on the fire and let it warm. On the whole it was an in. teresting sight to make a picture from . There were 76 men aside from the officers. We staid another night on Clatsup [Clatsop] Beach.

The next morning we took our departure for Astoria, or as many of us as the boats would hold, for we had to make two trips. There was here a vacant log house belonging to the Hudson Bay Company which the officers tendered the use of to the boys, and our officers messed with the Hudson Bay Company's

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officers. We were pretty comfortable under the circumstances. The nights were getting colder, it being about the middle of September. After getting settled down the captain dispatched the launch to Vancouver for provisions and clothing, some 76 miles up the river, that being the nearest settlement.

rafting in New Zealand. We found the sawmill on a little creek. I do not know what object the owner could have had in locating there, unless it was in anticipation that "something would turn up." We got our lumber, constructed our raft and started out.

A Shaky Time In due time the launch returned with the good things, blankets, trousers, monkey jackets, flour, hard tack, salt pork, tobacco, etc. Everything was very cheap [of poor quality]. A dollar blanket could be purchased for eight dollars, and everything else in proportion. After we had been in camp here about ten days the boys began to come down with the ague, till sixty-two had the ague at once. It was a shaky time, but the old surgeon got some quinine of the Hudson Bay Company's officers and soon broke it up. The boys began to get restless. There was no place to go except into the wilderness, and nothing to do. Near by was an Indian village of several hundred, but we had strict orders not to go near them under the penalty of receiving a dozen with the cat-o' -nine-tails.

After getting over the ague the captain set us to work building a log house on George's Point, about a mile down the river from Astoria, for the purpose, as he claimed, of keeping us out ofmischif. We cut our logs about a mile away, and hauled them by hand, and then built a house one hundred feet long by twenty feet in width, with a chimney in the middle, and a fire place at each side.

We burned shells for making lime to lay up the stones for the chimney (by the way we had artizans of nearly all kinds in our crew).

We had no boards to cover our house, but the captain had heard of a saw-mill some thirty miles up the river. I had been at the head of a gang of sixteen men to do the chopping of the timber for the house, and the captain was aware of the knowledge I had of a whale boat, so he detailed my gang to go up to the saw-mill and get a raft of lumber of five thousand feet, and tow it down the river with the whale boat.

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The first day was fun, but about midnight the wind began to blow, and the river, being some twenty miles wide, it gave a chance for quite a sea before morning. The raft came against the boat and stove a hole in her so that she sank to her gunwales, and we were forced to climb on the raft. After floundering about until daylight we found ourselves about five miles from land, and the sea getting higher every minute as we neared the ocean. We were in a bad plight, our boat stove in, and expecting our raft to go to pieces every minute, as one wave after another struck it. We were drenched and cold, for it was about the middle of October, and the wind was coming from the northwest. All agreed they had rather be on the Shark in the breakers at the mouth of the river. About ten o'clock we hove in sight of Astoria, but that would do us no good unless they sent a boat to our relief.

We managed to split up a board for a flag staff, and I pulled off my undershirt and

used it for a flag of distress . We kept this up for a long time, and finally a heavy sea struck our raft and wrecked it, so that there was hardly one board left on top of another. But we had our boat. During my whaling voyages I had learned how to manage in cases like this, and I told the boys to turn the boat bottom side up, and then it would keep us all afloat and perhaps we could hold out for an hour without getting chilled, then, if no relief came, we would probably have to succumb. We had lost our flag when the raft went to pieces.

We were on the boat for perhaps half an hour when one of the boys sang out "Boat, ahoy!" and sure enough a boat was putting out from the landing at Astoria. They were soon up with us and took us on board, and with our boat in tow, landed at Astoria about two o'clock in the afternoon, but we did not save a ]?oard.

The captain discovered us first by the aid of a spy glass they had at the station. He told the boys that "Those d--d lubbers I sent after lumber are wrecked, and floating on the boat bottom side up," and ordered them to go immediately to our assistance. When we arrived the captain said a few words to us that we had heard before, so we did not lay them seriously to heart. The next day we repaired our boat, and the day following were again back to the sawmill for another raft. The captain said he would send us all winter but what he would get the lumber. In a few days we returned with a raft all right. ... but would Watch of the

what lay ahead for these men only be more troublesome. for part II in the next issue

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About the contributor: Rhys Richards, of Wellington, New Zealand, is a scholar engaged in the history of Pacific whaling. He has edited an annotated and expanded version of Burr Osborn's account of southern New Zealand, published by Otago Heritage Books of Dunedin, NZ in 1995 . Burr Osborn's book is entitled Reminiscences of a Voyage around the World in the Forties, published by The Union City Register of Union City, Michigan in 1892. We are grateful to Mr. Richards for bringing this portion of the Osborn account to our attention and encouraging its publication here.

Great Books from the Museum Store When winter's stormy weather forces us to stay inside, it's the perfect time to read all those books we have been putting off. This winter, why not delve into some of the wonder/ul books for children found in the Museum Store? A new book, brightly illustrated, is just the elixir a child needs on a cold, blustery day.

And you don't have to be a kid to enjoy these!

-Rachel Wynne, Museum Store Manager

Storm Boy Storm Boy, written and illustrated by Paul Owen Lewis, 1995. The tale of a chiefs son who goes fishing alone on a stormy day, only to be washed overboard and find himself on the shore of an unfamiliar village. He discovers that the giant people who live there have been eagerly awaiting his arrival. Who are these people? What do they intend for their guest? Will the chiefs son ever get home?

Careful attention is paid to historical detail and to the illustrations, which follow the rich mythic traditions of the Haida, Tlingit, and other native peoples of the Pacific Northwest. A teachers' guide in the back of the book contains clear descriptions of the Hero Myth in Northwest native culture. A portion of proceeds from sales of this book is donated to the Haida Gwaii Rediscovery program for tribal youth. Hardback/14.95.

"ls it so nice as all that?" asked the Mole shyly.

"Nice? It's the only thing," said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. "Believe me, my friend, there is nothing- absolutely nothing-half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing," he went on dreamily: "messing-about-in-boats; messing- " - from The River Bank and Other Stories

The River Bank and Other Stories from The Wind in the Willows The River Bank and Other Stories from The Wind in the Willows, written by Kenneth Grahame and illustrated by Inga Moore, first U.S. edition 1996. This book comprises the first five stories of Kenneth Grahame's classic work for children, first published in 1908. The stories have been carefully abridged by the illustrator, who has ensured that the words remain those of the author. This treasured tale of the pleasures of country life and the dependability of good friends will never grow old; its many joys beckon to each new generation ofreaders. Now Inga Moore recaptures its scenes and characters with richly patterned and warmly detailed illustrations that will remain on readers' minds as indelibly as Grahame's well-loved words.

Hardback/ 19.99.

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Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Alderman American Legion Clatsop # 12 Mike Avent and Family Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bish Mrs. Lila Chan Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Chard Mr. and Mrs. Lyle Christopherson Mr. and Mrs. Bob Fletcher Mr. and Mrs. Randy Flodquist Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Keenan

Aquisition & Conservation ofFlavel Paintings Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr.

and Mrs. Richard T. Carruthers and Mrs. Allen V. Cellars_ and Mrs. Ward V. Cook and Mrs. Jack R. Dant and Mrs. Thomas R. Dyer and Mrs. J. W. Forrester Jr.

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Helmsman Mr. and Mrs. Mark Finkbeiner

Boatswain John Wubben

Pilot Jeffrey Grayson Jack Large

Captain Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Wiederhorn Mr. and Mrs. Richard Granger

July 1, 1996 - September 30, 1996

Mr. and Mrs. Alan Batchelder Mr. and Mrs. James E. Bisio Mr. and Mrs. C. Delmer Boman Mr. and Mrs. Henry Boyd Muriel Bruning John Buckley John Edward Buckingham Kathryn J. Capper Mr. and Mrs. Alton Chase Captain and Mrs. John Davis Raymond A. Dodge Franklin G. Drake Donna Mary Dulcich Mr. and Mrs. D. Richard Fischer Mr. and Mrs. Charles Fosterling Dinesh R. Hajari Jane B. Harris Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey Hull Ethel E. Johnson Janice G. Langley

Special Donations -

Ruth M. Peets Josh Marquis and Cynthia Price Mr. Robert F. Lanz Mr. Robert Learner II Mr. and Mrs. Warren McCulloch Mr. and Mrs. Bill Mumford Mr. and Mrs. William Nickila Yvonne P. Onouy Dr. and Mrs. Jukka Perkiomaki Robert Rudd and Kathryn Bourn Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Shotwell Rick White

Mr. and Mrs. Richard Laurion Mr. and Mrs. Jack G. Marincovich Mr. and Mrs. Walter E. McManis Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. Murray Mr. and Mrs. Richard Natzke Mr. and Mrs. Michael Palmer Lt. Col. Purvine Mr. and Mrs. Guy A. Randles Patricia M. Reese Mr. and Mrs. Doug Ross Mr. and Mrs. Hugh A. Seppa Mr. and Mrs. Ronald E. Sherriffs Mr. and Mrs. Ed Steve Guy Tucker Gordan Wolfgram

Boatswain

Mr. and Mrs. Richard T. Charlton Robert A. Herzog Douglas and Marie Jarrett Glen Jones Mr. and Mrs. Faber Lewis Ray Romine Mr. and Mrs. Rex Salfen

Pilot Captain and Mrs. James T. Maher Ray Romine Mr. and Mrs. Craig Weston

Navigator Mr. and Mrs. Jon A. Englund June Spence Mr. and Mrs. Ted Zell

Ken Austin Mr. and Mrs. David E. Becker

July 1, 1996 - September 30, 1996 Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Knutzen Mr. and Mrs. David Halme Mr. and Mrs. Richard Hurley Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Hylton Linda J. Morisette Mr. and Mrs. George Moskovita Maureen Morris and Robert Benson

Helmsman Elizabeth B. Fewel Richard J. Taunton Leslie Wheeler

Boatswain Amo and Jessie DeBernardis Evalyn Byers Mr. and Mrs. Eric Hauke Lady Anne Kerr McDonald Robert Morris

Pilot Douglas Goodman

July 1, 1996 - September 30, 1996

Mr. and Mrs. Alan Green, Jr. Burton Hem Captain and Mrs. Rod Leland Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Lowe Mr. and Mrs. Ted Natt Mr. and Mrs. Larry Perkins Richard Reiten Senator and Mrs. Sid Snyder Jonathan Taggart

Exploradores! Exhibit The Swigert Foundation

Special Donations Anchor Graphics Clark Foundation Estate of George W. Kesti Mr. and Mrs. James Kirker

Marlyse Milburn Byron Rupple Shea Foundation John and May Supple Mrs. Coleman Wheeler, Jr.

Memorial Donations -

July 1, 1996 - September 30, 1996

Ray Ala

Walter Foster

Mr. and Mrs. Dale F. Curry Dorothy Labiske Mr. and Mrs. Harry L. Larson Mr. and Mrs Michael Ramsdell Wayne Tolonen

Mr. and Mrs. Harry L. Larson

Patrick Benton Mr. and Mrs. Evan T. Bash

Helen Blinco Robert E. McNannay

Jack Burns Mr. and Mrs. Donald Magnusen

Ron L. Butts Captain and Mrs. Gene Itzen

Jack Cadoneu Alan Maki

Eloise Classen Mr. and Mrs. Robert Blue Mr. and Mrs . Robert Cordiner Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Hjorten Curtis Olson Mr. and Mrs. Jack Smethurst

Shirley Brooks Cole

Karen Garber Mr. and Mrs. Dewey Maxson

Rodney James Grider Mr. and Mrs. Abrahamsen Mr. and Mrs. Ernest E. Brown Captain and Mrs. Joseph Bruneau Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hoffman Betty L. Noack Mr. and Mrs. Charles Oltman Col. and Ms. Helen Robnett

Leonard Haga

Mr. and Mrs. Joe Hubbell Mr. and Mrs. Dewey Maxson

Darrell M. Povey Mr. and Mrs. David Sorenson

Eva Raistakka

Arthur Honeyman Family Memorial

Stan Rose

Mrs . Alan Honeyman

Mr. Peter J. Brix Mr. and Mrs. David Hallin

Ed Jasper Allan J. Bernhoff

Ethel Beelar Johnson Don Pettett and Children

Clarke Lethin Mr. and Mrs . F. M. Ginn

MaryDearorjf

Mr. and Mrs. Grover Findley Donald V . Riswick

Mrs . Ruby K. Smith and Mrs . Nancy Cross

Kenneth Pettett

Hjalmer Leino

Albert Luukinen

Francis De Marco

Frances Paldanius Mr. and Mrs. Don E. Link

Ed Lundholm Family Trust

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Malmstedt

Mr. and Mrs . Arnold C. Swanson

Mrs. Pat Hjorten Mr. and Mrs. Dan Lake Donald V. Riswick Col. and Ms. Helen Robnett

Betty Allyn May Mr. and Mrs . Lyle Wolford

Mary Ethel Moberg

John Schaefer Mr. Peter J. Brix

Milton Sparks Mr. George Blinco

Bill Staggs Mr. and Mrs . David Hallin

Russell Urell Mr. and Mrs. Mervin Anderson Mr. and Mrs . Ben Bay Mr. and Mrs. Don E. Link Donald V . Riswick Mr. and Mrs. Roderick Sarpola

Helen Utti

Capt. Jack Dempsey

Mr. and Mrs. George P. Ducich

Mr. and Mrs . Alan Batchelder Mr. and Mrs. Ed Steve

Kenneth E. Moore

Harry Ek Mrs. Ruby K. Smith and Mrs. Nancy Cross

Mr. and Mrs . Randall R . File Mrs . Margaret Kennedy Bill and Madonna Pitman

Marjorie M. Endicott

Bill Mott

Peter J. Brix

Richard J. Olsen

Mr. and Mrs . George P. Ducich Mr. and Mrs . Richard D. Johnson

In Honor Of

Sylvia Nelson

Jordan and Mina Schnitzer

Mr. Allan J. Bernhoff Mr. and Mrs. David R . Brooks Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Nelson Mr. and Mrs. Orvo Piippo Mr. and Mrs . John Supple Mrs. Theresa Wilson

Mr. and Mrs. Don Magnuson

Donald Falconer Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Kairala Mr. and Mrs . Robert Paschall Elmer Raitanen

Heinz Fick Mr. and Mrs . Ernest J. Barrows Mr. and Mrs . Bob Canessa Captain and Mrs. Dale A Dickinson Mr. and Mrs. Donald F. Fastabend Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Knutsen Mr. and Mrs. Eldon E. Korpela Allan Maki

Bill and Madonna Pitman

Perry Woodyard Richard J. Olsen

Emery Zidell

Herb and Barbara Schwabe Mr. and Mrs. Robert G . Hemphill

Charles Owen Wesley J. Anderson Mr. and Mrs . Donald F. Fastabend

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