THE MAP OF HAMILTON COUNTY*
BY JAMES A. GREEN
Dr. Nevin M. Fenneman of the University
of Cin-
cinnati, and I took a canoe trip last
summer for the
purpose of accurately mapping an
unknown Canadian
Lake. This was Lake Ogoki with a shore
line of
seventy-five miles. Of course, Dr.
Fenneman did the
actual mapping but I shared in the
reflected glory of the
achievement. This map was sent to
Ottawa and we
duly received the thanks of the
Canadian Government.
So we have added to the sum of exact
scientific geo-
graphical knowledge. And I think Dr.
Fenneman was
never more gratified in his life than
when on our return
trip he showed his map to an old Indian
who had all
his life lived on Lake Ogoki, but who
was away when
we were there. This old Indian was a
primitive savage.
He did not know a letter of the
alphabet, nor did he
know any language but his native Cree.
But with de-
light he read the map. Its lines stood
for him for bold
headland or lovely island and finally
he pointed out the
bay where the winter before he had his
encampment.
That map needed no interpreter. It was
a document
that even the savage found
intelligible. It brought to
the Indian the sudden picture of the
lake where he was
born and had lived his life long. Any
other map would
have been lost on him, for maps grow in
value with
knowledge and intelligence. Yet easily
as intelligent
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men read the maps of the places that
are unknown to
them they find a pleasure and
satisfaction beyond words
in the maps of the places with which
they are familiar.
Maps are vastly suggestive. They offer
to the
thinking man an intellectual delight.
And never before
was the world so rich in maps. Every
civilized Govern-
ment makes maps of its own possessions
and is con-
stantly engaged in improving the maps.
Every Division
of the Government is doing the same
thing. Every rail-
road and steamship line gives the
traveler maps and
some of these maps are so attractive
that you wish you
might take the wings of the morning and
fly to the utter-
most parts of the earth.
Recently I read a critical study of the
place names
on the map of France--some coming from
the pre-
Roman era, some Roman and some fairly
modern, but
most of them carrying an historical
significance. And
the English delight in following to
their beginning the
names to be found in Great Britain. The
maps of North
America from the beginning to the last
finished output
from Washington mark the growth of our
geographic
knowledge and the evolution of our
social structure.
The study of names on a map offers
boundless possi-
bilities. Sometimes the names embody
historical justice
as it were--sometimes they are
naturally appropriate
--sometimes they are a tribute of
respect, and some-
times they stand as a mark of vanity.
One of the most
eminent examples of this last class I
found in Lake
O'Sullivan in Northern Canada. It had a
lovely Indian
name meaning "The Lake of a
Hundred Isles" -- but a
map-maker by the name of O'Sullivan
attached his
name to it and there it remains.
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Yet it is not necessary to take the map
of a conti-
nent, or a country, to find a field for
investigation. Take
any minor geographical division and
study its names
and a world of history is revealed. For
example -- there
is our own Hamilton County. Its names
begin with Co-
lumbia. There the first settlers
established themselves.
They had ventured farther into the
unknown than any
other Americans. Beyond them to the West
was the
boundless unknown and full of a high
spirit of daring
and of love for their country they
called their clearing
at the mouth of the Little Miami after
the poetical name
of their land--Columbia. They realized
that they had
made its extremest Western settlement.
There was
meaning and purpose in the name. Like a
banner float-
ing on the outmost battlements the name
Columbia stood
for the past and gave a bright hope for
the future.
What if there were only a few log huts
in a mighty
forest--what if there were only a
handful of men with
innumerable savages opposed to them --
what if those
brave men faced death at every turn --
Columbia was
at once their refuge and their
strength.
Of course, Columbia had great hopes of
being the
metropolis of the Middle West, although
oddly enough,
for fifteen years Lexington, Ky., was
the big town.
However, for several years, there was a
lively rivalry
between North Bend, Cincinnati and
Columbia. The
establishment of the Fort at Cincinnati
settled the ques-
tion, and made that town the leader,
first because it was
safe on account of military protection
and later because
of its manifest superiority in
location. Now Cincinnati
has grown so that it has swallowed up
Columbia -- it is
all solidly built up to the eastward to
the very point
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where the low grounds on the little
Miami Valley make
building impossible, and similarly,
Cincinnati extends to
the westward clear to the bottom lands
of the Big
Miami Valley.
At Columbia there is a pathetic pioneer
graveyard.
It is jammed up against the tracks of
the Pennsylvania
Railroad, and it is surrounded by the
most unlovely
structures, yet in this graveyard
repose the bones of the
men to whom Hamilton County owes a debt
of grati-
tude which can never be repaid; the men
who made the
present possible. It is a standing
disgrace to the people
of Cincinnati that this graveyard is
neglected. It should
be walled about; it should be carefully
preserved -- it is
sacred ground.
Very recently, the State of Ohio took
the grave of
William Henry Harrison and erected a
stately monu-
ment over it and set aside the spot as
a State Park or
rather a plot belonging to the State,
and to be preserved
forever by the State. This pioneer
graveyard, how-
ever, is not a State obligation -- it is an obligation that
should rest upon the conscience of the
people of Cincin-
nati. It is very precious now but think
how much more
precious as the centuries roll around,
as every decade
adds new value to the past and makes
the beginning of
things more important.
And Cincinnati -- Governor Arthur St.
Clair named
the new town after the Order of
Revolutionary Soldiers,
membership in which he prized.
Tradition is to the ef-
fect that Governor St. Clair had never
heard the name
Losantiville until he stepped from his
boat and landed
here. The name so annoyed him that
without further
ado he would have none of it. From
henceforth
the place was to be Cincinnati. This is
a noble and dis-
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tinctive name. And it is also a
beautiful and harmonious
one. We might have been called Fort
Washington,
which would have been quite acceptable.
Certainly we
are to congratulate ourselves that we
escaped such a
name as Smithville, or Tompkinstown. We
have
enough to answer for in Cumminsville
and Corryville
and Sedamsville, and Plainville and
Sharonville -- but
only old residents add the ville to
Sharon -- the present
generation is content with plain Sharon
-- and Miami-
ville and a few others.
On this first visit Governor St. Clair
complimented
John Cleves Symmes by permitting him to
give a name
to the new County and he gave it the
name of Hamilton.
By the way, John Cleves Symmes used to
spell Cincin-
nati with a final a.
Before I go farther I might say that
all I am doing
is to discuss the names on our county
map. But there
are other kinds of maps than what might
be called the
plain garden or geographical variety.
There is the
map of the insurance agent which is
bound up in bulky
folios and goes into immense detail,
with every building
in the city and county marked with its
degree of fire
hazard. There is a topographical map
which has to do
with the lay of the land. And the
geological map which
carries the mind back to the time when
the world was
a-making.
Either of these maps, as Dr. Fenneman
has shown
in his valuable scientific monograph,
can be studied with
immense profit and interest. Here in
Hamilton County
we find works of the Mound Builders. So
we know that
men were here long before the arrival
of our great-
grandfathers. But the Silurian rocks
with their fossils
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tell of life here so long ago that time
as we know it
means nothing. It is evident that once
there were no
valleys -- that Hamilton County was
practically a plain.
What ages it has taken to carve the
land into the sur-
faces we now see.
But all these things are beyond my
scope. There
was a time when Hamilton County was
half as big as
the State of Ohio. Other counties in
the course of its
early history were cut off of its too
ample proportions
until at last its limits were as we
know them. This devo-
lution, if I may use the word, is also
beyond my scope.
North Bend is a purely geographic name.
It marks
the last great northern bend in the
Ohio -- its course
afterwards being always westward and
southward. Be-
yond North Bend on the most westerly
point in the
County is Fort Hill, named because of
an extensive for-
tification made by the mound builders.
This is the finest
and most extensive work of the kind
remaining in this
vicinity. While not so large as Fort Ancient,
it evi-
dently was the work of the same
builders. And let me
digress to state that General William
Henry Harrison
left an admirable account of Fort Hill.
He says it was
constructed with great engineering
skill. And he adds
that he did not believe the Mound
Builders were the an-
cestors of the Indians. He thought they
were the Aztecs
who had extended their empire beyond
the Ohio and who
were gradually driven back by the
Indians. Until lately
this theory received scant
consideration by students of
archaeology. But now General Harrison's
theory is
being vindicated. Students today are of
the opinion that
the Mayas of Yucatan were responsible
for the Serpent
Mound and for the other great memorials
of the van-
ished past which are to be found in the
Middle West.
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Cleves and Symmes come from the
original proprie-
tor, John Cleves Symmes -- that
enterprising lawyer
from New Jersey who if he could have
managed to hold
his 1,000,000 acres until today would
easily be the rich-
est man in the world -- that
is, his descendants would
outrival the Vanderbilts. Cleves was
his Mother's name,
so the town stands as a mark of filial
love and duty.
Fort Washington has disappeared. That
was a real
American name but Camp Washington and
Mt. Wash-
ington remain. Camp Washington was the
scene of one
of the camps of General Wayne's Army,
and though
more than 125 years have passed, the
name remains.
Mt. Adams was named in honor of the
venerable Ex-
President, John Quincy Adams, who came
to lay the
cornerstone of the old Cincinnati
Observatory, now re-
moved to Mt. Lookout -- an illuminating
name of de-
scription.
Fulton was at one time a village
between Columbia
and Cincinnati, a long straggling town
of one street be-
tween the river and the hill. There
were dry docks and
ship yards there and the whole life of
the place depended
on this industry. Very appropriately it
was named Ful-
ton in honor of the inventor of the
steamboat.
Between Columbia and Fulton there was a
district
formerly called Pendleton and still
commemorated by
the Pendleton Shops of the Pennsylvania
Railroad.
Eighty years ago that entire district
was owned by Mr.
Pendleton, grandfather of Elliot H.
Pendleton, and
Jacob Strader. They subdivided it and
sold what was
salable. Most of the land there is of
the perpendicular
kind. And quite a large acreage came
down to the pres-
ent Pendletons who paid taxes on it
until they grew
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weary. Then an enterprising Councilman
who believed
in improvements for his own ward, put
through a lot
of streets. The best price the property
would bring was
$4.00 a foot and the street assessments
were $6.00 a
foot, so the Pendleton heirs abandoned
the property.
Back of Reading in a neglected field on
a German
dairy farm is a fallen down tomb stone
erected over the
grave of a man and his wife who, as the
inscription
states, came from the town of Reading
in England and
established themselves nearby. That
explains the name
of Reading. I have written to the
Village Council at
Reading telling it of this little
graveyard where the
cows stand on the fallen; tomb stones
in the shade of the
scraggly locusts -- and it is to be
hoped that the town
will restore the place and protect it
from the assaults of
time. If the Reading city fathers can
realize what this
will mean a century hence they will
certainly act on my
suggestion that the old graveyard be
preserved.
The town of Sharon, of course, had its
name from
the Bible Sharon where the roses
bloomed.
Fern Bank, Fairmount, College Hill,
Glendale, Elm-
wood, Mt. Healthy, Forestville, Fruit
Hill, Cherry
Grove, Park Place, Maplewood, Woodlawn,
Westwood,
Hazelwood, Pleasant Ridge, Avondale,
Fairview, Love-
land, Riverside, Linwood, Mt. Airy,
Valley View, Deer
Park, Wyoming -- these are names that
embody fact
and fancy. You can't exactly quarrel
with them but
oftentimes you flatter yourself that
you could have
done better. Yet it is most difficult
to make fitting
proper names and as a rule it is a good
thing to let well
enough alone. How all these places were
named I do
not know. Perhaps they received their
names as Avon-
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dale was christened. When there were
enough people
there to incorporate a village, Mrs.
Burton, mother of
Stephen Burton, who was a lover of
Shakespeare, sug-
gested Avondale in honor of the Bard of
Avon -- and
her suggestion was adopted. However,
even this is not
certain. It seems that in the early
days Avondale was
served by an omnibus that went to the
city in the morn-
ing and returned in the late afternoon.
This bus was
named "The Avon" and from the
bus to Avondale was
but a step. Glendale was the first of
our purely real
estate developments. When the C. H.
& D. became an
established fact a real estate
speculator laid off a farm
in curving roads and twisting avenues,
cut the property
up into building lots, gave it the
alluring name of Glen-
dale. This name, however it may seem to
be a combi-
nation of pretty words, came naturally.
Glendale stands
on the old Glenn Farm and the name came
from Mr.
Glenn, the original proprietor.
Wyoming was the choice of the people
when they
incorporated their village. Mr. Reilly,
after whom
Reilly Road is named, gave a party and
called for sug-
gestions and Wyoming was the result.
Hartwell was named after John W. Hartwell,
who
was a Director in the old C. H. &
D. Railroad which
made the town possible. The stage
coaches had built
up one set of towns and afterwards
these towns de-
clined and the new towns built
alongside the railroads
grew larger and larger.
The town of Montgomery is a good
example of the
stage coach town. It was established
very early in the
history of the county and was named not
after the Rev-
olutionary General but after the town
of Montgomery
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in New York State, from which its
founder came. It
was a place where the stages changed
horses and where
the passengers in the coaches took a
meal. But after the
coming of the railroads it was left
high and dry and it
was a mere fossil of a town until the
automobile age
began of late and quick and easy
communication gave it
a new lease on life.
Harrison, of course, was named in honor
of Gen-
eral William Henry Harrison. And the
County took
its name from Alexander Hamilton. The
first County
in the State was named Washington --
and the second
Hamilton -- and the third Adams, which
was most fit-
ting. The County was so thoroughly
settled by the time
of the Civil War that the heroes of
that period were nec-
essarily left out. Otherwise we would
have had Grant's
Hill, Lincolnville, Shermantown and the
like. How-
ever, we have Lincoln Park and Garfield
Place. Burnet
Woods is named after Judge Jacob
Burnet, who in the
beginning of history here was the
grandest Roman of
them all. Eden Park was originally
"The Garden of
Eden" and is the most daring name
to be found in our
map. The first Nicholas Longworth is
responsible for
the name. It was his vineyard, and
there he made ter-
races and grew grapes. He complained that
the making
of the terraces had cost him as much as
six hundred dol-
lars an acre, and later on he found
that his labor was
wasted, since the grapes grew as well
or better on land
that had not been prepared in any way.
Ault Park is a
monument to the generosity of Mr. Lee
A. Ault. And
Alms Park will similarly enshrine the
memory of a gen-
erous giver. Lytle Park is named after
General Wil-
liam H. Lytle whose residence stood
where the Park
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was established, and who fell at the
head of his troops
at the Battle of Chickamauga. Glorious
as was his
death, his name will live not as a
soldier but as the au-
thor of that poem, loved by school boys
and girls --
I am dying, Egypt, dying,
Ebbs the crimson life blood fast.
Cumminsville, after an early settler by
the name of
Cummins, is fixed, while its earlier
and lovelier and bet-
ter name of Ludlow Station or Ludlow
Grove has dis-
appeared. Israel Ludlow was one of the
first Sur-
veyors in the Western County and a man
of great force
and consequence. It is a pity his name
has gone, though
it is to be found in a town on the
south bank of the Ohio
opposite Cincinnati and we still have
Ludlow Avenue.
This, in his day, was a mere trail
through the forest.
The road went round by way of Mill
Creek Valley and
the trail over the hills was a short
cut. Mr. Ludlow built
one of the first country houses in this
neighborhood and
planted orchards and gardens in what is
now Cummins-
ville. His widow wrote a book telling
of their courtship
in Pennsylvania, and of their trip
across the mountains
and down the river to Cincinnati and of
the joys of their
home life on the farm that they had
literally hewed out
of the forest. No one can read that
simple and unaf-
fected story without a great swelling
of the heart and a
vision of vastly more than is set down
in print.
Of the names that combine fact and
fancy Walnut
Hills is the most felicitous. It is also perfectly de-
scriptive, calling the mind back to the
early days when
the hills overlooking the city were
adorned with giant
walnut trees -- than
which no more stately and lovely
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Vernonville received its name from the late A. D. Bullock, father of our fellow member, James Wilson Bullock. Near what is now Oak and Burnet, was a florist who called his place the Vernon. Mr. Bullock suggested that the little settlement growing up there in 1859 be called Vernon Gardens and this in time, became Vernonville. We seem to have an irresistible fondness for the ville. |
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Colerain is the name of a village in
the northwest
part of the county as well as the name
of one of the
main highways in the county. It was
named by John
Dunlop, the friend and adviser of John
Cleves Symmes,
who founded Dunlop's station, which for
so long was
an outpost against the Indians. He was
born in Coler-
ain, Ireland, and hence the name.
Madeira has a pleasant suggestion of a
forbidden
delight but it was not named for the
Madeira Isles nor
for their wine -- it bears the name of
an early settler.
New Baltimore and New Burlington at
once tell the
love of the new comers for their old
towns and display
a sad lack of invention.
Sixteen Mile Stand and Twenty Mile
Stand are ex-
actly and geographically descriptive.
They hark back
to stage coach days and the traveler
when he came to
them on his journey from the North knew
how far he
had to go to reach Cincinnati.
These are very interesting names. The
old Romans
used to name the Stations on their
Military Roads in
just the same way. Three summers ago in
coming up
the Kemogami and Pagwa Rivers I found
the surveyors
had blazed the trees at intervals so as
to mark the dis-
tance from the railroad and the Indians
had learned
what the marks meant and referred to
the "18 mile
tree" or "5 mile tree"
as the case might be. It is not
inconceivable that a settlement may
grow up around
some one of these blazed trees and be
named accord-
ingly. This is what actually happened
here. Seven
Mile, beyond Hamilton, was once Seven
Mile Tree, and
was so marked by the engineers in
General Wayne's
army. On his march from Fort Washington
to Fort
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Greenville and from there to the field
of battle at Fallen
Timbers, Lieut. Boyer, who kept a
diary, makes frequent
mention of trees which served as
mile-posts. Of
course, Sixteen Mile Stand had a
blacksmith Shop
which is still there, only it is now a
garage. And it
had a house of public entertainment
which is only a
residence at present. And Twenty Mile
Stand, which
is just beyond the Hamilton County
line, was similarly
equipped. It is very easy to imagine
the old stage
coaches lumbering up to these places,
the passengers
getting out to stretch their legs or to
have a dram. But
were these places named Tyre or Antioch
they would
mean nothing. It is to be hoped that as
the years go on
and they grow into little or big
villages no foolish man
or sentimental lady will try to give
them other names,
for Sixteen Mile Stand and Twenty Mile
Stand really
mean just what they say and have
historical signifi-
cance.
Evidently we had in the formative time
few classical
scholars, for Carthage and Tusculum
Heights -- if we
except Cincinnati -- are the only names
borrowed from
the Ancient World.
Mt. Auburn evidently was taken from
Goldsmith's
"Sweet Auburn, loveliest Village
of the plain". But the
boys that went from there to Harvard
soon learned not
to tell the Boston people that they
came from Mt. Au-
burn -- to Boston folk Mt. Auburn
conveys only the
idea that Spring Grove conveys to us.
This reminds
me that one of my neighbors recently
built in Michigan
a handsome summer cottage and his wife
asked for sug-
gestions for a name. A friend from
Chicago proposed
"Longview" as an appropriate
name and could not un-
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derstand the mingled mirth and horror
with which the
Cincinnati people received her
suggestion.
Bond Hill is one of the few names
deliberately meant
to deceive. The place of that name is
in the midst of a
valley with high hills rising around
it. But its found-
ers thought if they called their low
ground a Hill it
would attract settlers. The name is
grossly inappro-
priate but I understand the people of
Bond Hill resent
any allusion to the fact that they have
no hill in their
immediate vicinity and say that they
are on high ground
as compared with the level of Bloody
Run or Mill Creek.
Bloody Run was so named because on it
two of
Wayne's soldiers were killed by the
Indians. A party
of four had stopped their horses to
drink from its limpid
waters when the Indians from ambush
fired upon them.
This tragedy occurred in what is now
St. Bernard and
ever since that time the stream has
been known as
Bloody Run. As a boy I swam in it.
There was never
a more lovely woodland stream. Its
giant syca-
mores, its groves of beech, its clear
waters, are as dis-
tinct in my memory as though it were
yesterday. But
the boy of today sees an open sewer,
offensive beyond
words, and he can be pardoned for
doubting the picture
of ideal beauty which I paint.
Yet Bloody Run's loveliness will
return. A part of
its Valley has been made into a park
through which runs
a magnificent boulevard. I dislike even
by implication
to criticise the Cincinnati Park
Commissioners who have
done such noble work that generations
yet unborn will
rise up to call them blessed, yet when
they changed the
perfectly proper and historic name of
Bloody Run
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Boulevard to Victory Boulevard they did
not do well.
The old name has a local significance.
The name Carmargo is borne by a road
and a ham-
let out near Madeira. There is a town
in Mexico by
that name. There is also a town in
Pennsylvania which
bears the name Carmargo. This little
town was the
birthplace of our fellow townsman,
Charles W. Brenne-
man. His father back in 1847 was the
Post Master
there -- but then the town bore the
name of Eden. He
read in the papers during the Mexican
War about
Carmargo and was so taken with the name
that he
petitioned the Post Office Department
for permission to
change from Eden to Carmargo. This was
granted.
And doubtless our Carmargo came from
some Mexican
War association.
Evendale is a new name given to a big
fertilizer
plant and a few houses midway between
Glendale and
Sharon. I hazard the guess that as the
land there is as
level as the top of a billiard table,
Even was named
because of that.
Shawnee Run near Milford comes down
from the
beginning of our history. The pioneers
found a dead
Shawnee Indian standing upright in a
hollow tree on
the banks of the Creek and the name
Shawnee Run fol-
lowed as a matter of course.
In my own time -- that is, when I was a
boy in the
eighteen seventies, I remember the
great slaughter
houses which lined Reading Road near
what is now
called Florence Avenue -- although it
was then and
should be now the Montgomery Road. Duck
Creek ran
beneath the immense structure which
stood over it on
piles. And it literally was a stream of
blood. That it
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must have been offensive as well as
hideous is not within
my recollection. Perhaps it is just as
well that time
obliterates and softens some of the
memories of youth.
California is doubtless modern and
probably dates
from somewhere about 1849.
Beyond California several hill streams
empty into
the Ohio. To avoid taxing either the
mind or the mem-
ory and perhaps to mark distance for
the traveler these
are named Four Mile, Five Mile, Eight
Mile, and so on
up to Ten Mile. Each Creek is just that
far from the
mouth of the Little Miami.
Red Bank is a fine name of description.
At that
place is exposed a great bank of
reddish sand and gravel
A few miles farther on up the river is
Terrace Park,
happily named because it stands on one
of the great
post glacial terraces which on the
Little Miami can be
studied to advantage -- a happy hunting ground, as it
were, of geologists.
Mt. Summit, in Anderson Township, is
another
name that means exactly what it says.
This township
is named after the Surveyor, General
Anderson, sent out
from Virginia after the Revolution to
survey her sol-
diers' land grants. And this
distinguished man deserves
more than a mere passing reference. His
full name was
Richard Clough Anderson and those of
you who have
driven out the magnificently paved
Clough Road, which
follows the meanderings of Clough
Creek, will be
pleased to know from whence came the
name. General
Anderson was a soldier of the
Revolution and was
wounded at Trenton. He was the friend
of Washing-
ton and also of LaFayette. In the
Cincinnati Art Mu-
seum are letters from LaFayette to
General Anderson
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which tell of the high esteem in which
the latter was
held. This General Anderson finally
established himself
at Louisville. He was the father of
Larz Anderson of
Cincinnati, the founder of our Anderson
family which
still flourishes among us.
We are singularly poor in this region
in Indian
names; though, of course, we have
Miamiville, the two
Miami Rivers and the Ohio. The Indian
name for Mill
Creek was early abandoned. But Mill
Creek remains,
though for a century there has been no
mill upon it. It
is a perfect example of the manner in
which a name pre-
serves the past -- exactly like the fly
imprisoned in the
amber. The first mill on the creek was
constructed by
the Caldwells -- their descendants are
still here. At
Carthage another mill was built near
where is now the
County Infirmary.
Many of the village names it seems to
me must have
been the suggestions of women -- that
is, they do not
sound exactly like masculine
productions. But one may
be mistaken. Loveland has a sentimental
suggestion
that sounds feminine, yet it was named
after a very
fine old soldier, Col. Loveland.
Washington Park was the first of the
City Parks.
No one can question the appropriateness
of the name.
The Civil War is best commemorated in
Camp Den-
nison. That was a training camp during
the rebellion
and was named for the Governor of Ohio.
Cheviot comes naturally -- or it seems
so -- from
some Scotchman who remembered the
Cheviot Hills.
Lockland is a very excellent name. When
the
Miami Canal was built, there were locks
there and the
town that grew up around them took its
name from the
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locks which called it into existence.
By the way, Nich-
olas Longworth was the promoter of the
town. It was
at these locks in 1825 that the Miami
Canal was for-
mally inaugurated -- Governor DeWitt
Clinton being
the speaker. The Locks have disappeared
with the
disappearance of the Canal but the name
will be an
enduring memorial to a method of
transportation which
belonged to the past.
Anderson's Ferry is a similar name. The
ferry is
still there. The Anderson who began it
is long gone
but his name will endure.
There are some very recent names, such
as Addys-
ton, named after Matthew Addy, who
established a
great manufacturing plant in what had
been a corn field
and built up a town around it.
Ivorydale is another name of business.
But its name
is not taken from the founder of the
industry but from
the main product of the industry.
Similarly in Eng-
land, Port Sunshine is the place where
Sunshine Soap
is made.
Marimont is named after its founder,
Mrs. Mary
J. Emery, though it really is a
monument to the far-
seeing purposes of her man of business,
Mr. Charles
J. Livingood.
Monterey must date from the Mexican
War.
Price Hill was once Prices' Hill and
was named for
the family that owned most of the land
there.
Kennedy is not a very pretty name but
natural
enough too as the Kennedy family once
owned the
ground on which the suburb is built.
Silverton was Silverton long before the
Bryan
campaign. The middle name of the
engineer who laid
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out the original narrow gauge railroad
-- now the C.
L. & N. -- was Silver and out of
compliment to him a
stop was named Silverton -- now quite a
town.
Hyde Park is borrowed bodily from
London. Rose
Hill is a bit of poetry. Avon Hills and
Beechmont are
the same.
It is singular that Hamilton County has
so few Bible
names -- Clermont County on the East
abounds with
them -- it has Bethel, New Palestine, Mt. Carmel,
Goshen, Mt. Pisgah, Mt. Olive and a host
of others.
New Palestine is not wholly fitting --
that name would
better suit Avondale.
Elizabethtown was named by settlers who
came
from the New Jersey town of Elizabeth.
Lick Run is a memorial of the wild
forest when there
was a Salt Lick to which the deer and
the buffalo came.
And in this connection the old State
Road which runs
from Cheviot to Cleves was originally a
buffalo trail.
They doubtless used it on the trip to
Lick Run. In this
neighborhood are to be found Blue Lick
and Elk Lick.
The latter is beyond Batavia some six
miles up the East
Fork of the Little Miami. According to
local tradition
there was, when white men came there,
half an acre or
more of a salty incrustation and the
animals came in
droves to enjoy it. But no trace
remains.
I was not even able to find a spring
with a salty
flavor, whose waters might have
crystallized. Yet the
name itself is testimony of great
weight and the tradi-
tion of the neighborhood must be
considered as trust-
worthy. These Lick names are excellent.
It has not
been given to many men of this
generation to see the
pathless forest. That has been my good
fortune. In
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the far North I have seen the forest
which stretches
from Lake Superior to the uttermost
places where snow
and ice dispute its growth. Poets speak
of the pathless
forest. That shows they do not know
what they are
talking about, for there is no pathless
forest. Every-
where the forest primeval is crossed
and criss-crossed
by the paths which the wild animals
have made. Some-
times these trails so resemble the path
men would make
that the illusion is perfect. Once on
the Ogoki River I
followed such a path for several miles
and was confident
it would lead to an Indian Camp. I was
undeceived only
when it abruptly terminated in a swamp
and I saw the
hoof marks of the moose and the, deer
on the soft
ground. And these Licks tell their own
tale of the paths
through the forest which once led to
them -- paths
which made the way of the pioneer easy.
Norwood was originally Sharpsburg. A
charming
young woman when the village was in its
infancy did
not like the name and she called it
Norwood, which was
the name of her husband. It is now a
marvellous city,
yet within the memory of men now living
Sharpsburg
contained only two houses.
Sweet Wine has a delightful sound. It
is difficult to
quite get the straight of this name. As
far as I can
make out there was there a Road House
where wine was
sold -- the wine being made on the
premises from
grapes grown on the neighboring hill.
Just beyond Glendale is Springdale.
This town was
established almost as soon as
Cincinnati. It was a place
where the stage coaches changed and it
exactly dupli-
cated the history of Montgomery. Up to
1840 it was
the largest and most flourishing
village in the county --
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then it abruptly fossilized and even
declined in popula-
tion until recently the automobile has
brought it new
life.
The Dugan Gap Road in the far west-end
of the
county sounds interesting. But it is
prosaic enough in
reality. In 1816 there was a poor
farmer out there
named Dugan. He lost his wife and being
unable to
care for his daughter, Polly, bound her
to Mrs. William
Henry Harrison. The girl had no
ambition beyond the
kitchen and in the kitchen of the
Harrison family she
remained until she died at the age of
sixty.
College Hill received its name because
there was a
college there. Originally this was
Farmers' College --
started back in the forties by the
farmers in this vicin-
ity. Each contributor was given a
perpetual scholarship
and he expected not only his sons but
his descendants to
the latest generation to enjoy the
privilege of an educa-
tion without further cost. Murat
Halstead was gradu-
ated from this college. Benjamin
Harrison was a stu-
dent there for two years, but graduated
from Oxford
-- whither as I was told he had
followed a favorite
teacher, Professor Bishop.
During the War every student in the
college joined
the Union Army and like the Literary
Club it was
forced to close for lack of attendance.
But unlike the
Literary Club it did not fully recover.
Later on in the
nineties some of its Trustees thought
the name Farmers'
College was against it and so it was
changed to Belmont
Academy and it is now the Ohio Military
Institute.
I have often wondered why this Farmers'
College
did not grow. Did it lack teachers of
inspiration ? Did
it lack men of wealth to properly endow
it? Perhaps
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one might as well ask why some seeds
grow and some
do not. But the name College Hill will
always remain
to tell future generations that once
the place possessed
a college.
Here, too, was a famous school for
girls -- it should
have been another Vassar. Alas! it was
privately
owned and the heirs of the founder
finally sold the fine
building and grounds to the Cincinnati
Sanitarium -- in
other words, it is a private Hospital
for the Insane.
Clifton was incorporated by a special
act of the Leg-
islature in 1849. Its name came from an
old farm or
estate known as the Clifton Farms which
covered a
good part of the present suburb. In some way the
owner became embarrassed and the
property was taken
over by the LaFayette Bank-and
LaFayette Avenue
is named directly for the Bank -- and
not for the illustrious
French patriot. It was the Bank which
subdivided the
property and began the actual
settlement. In the very
early days communication because of bad
roads was
difficult. Mr. Gazzam Gano's father was
one of the first
men to go to Clifton and he and his
neighbors reached
the city by horseback -- riding on the
towpath of the
Canal. However, there was a road long
before the
Canal was built. It followed the valley
through Clifton
and recently when Mr. Balch was making
an excavation
on his place he dug up a section of
this old pioneer high-
way. It was corduroy and the logs were
fairly well pre-
served.
The settlement of Clifton was by the
very rich, men
who bought large tracts of ground,
built houses that
were often more like castles than
ordinary residences,
who kept many servants and had fine
equipages. So it
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well deserved its nickname of
"Home of the Barons".
In the past quarter of a century these
extensive places
have been cut up into small building
lots, many new
streets have been opened and Clifton is
as democratic
as any other suburb. One of the finest
of the old places,
Mt. Storm, has been acquired by the
city and is a Park.
Another one has been turned into a
Hospital and not
one remains in its pristine glory.
In the course of time many names have
disappeared.
Nearly all of the first settlements in
the back country
were called Stations, such as Dunlop
Station in Colerain
Township -- and White's Station in
Carthage -- not
one of these has survived -- and I
think no one will re-
gret the fact. John Cleves Symmes
called the place
which we call Riverside "South
Bend" -- it seemed to
geographically balance his own North
Bend. That name
has gone. There was once a little
suburb called Mohawk
-- Madam Trollope lived there -- and
the name was
kept alive by the old Mohawk Bridge on
the Canal. But
the bridge is gone and the name will
soon vanish.
Then Mt. Adams before it was
rechristened bore the
classic name of Mt. Ida. Ida Street on
Mt. Adams is
a reminder of the old name. And Storrs
down in the
West End while still used is on the way
to oblivion.
That name came from Storrs Township but
annexation
to the city has obliterated the
township.
Industry many years ago was a little
village to the
east of Delhi. Its name has gone. And
Home City has
disappeared, giving way to Sayler Park.
Sedamsville,
Riverside and Woodburn were once
incorporated vil-
lages and the names seem destined to
remain.
No name in the County has a more
honorable and
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worthy significance than Wayne Avenue
in Hartwell.
When General Wayne marched his army to
victory in
1794 he left Cincinnati by way of what
we call Spring
Grove Avenue and marching out the
Valley he left that
road at the Gas Hall in Carthage and
went due north
over the present Wayne Avenue -- up the hill back of
Woodlawn and so on to Ft. Hamilton. As
a matter of
fact St. Clair had cut out a road,
following an Indian
trail that led from the Lakes to the
Ohio, so this is our
first and most historic highway. St.
Clair's route was
straight north over the hills by way of
what is now the
road that runs through College Hill and
Mt. Healthy.
This was a shorter but much more
difficult road than
that by the Valley taken by Wayne. And
it was in very
truth our first Victory Boulevard. In
this age of im-
proved highways with their surfaces of
brick, asphalt
and concrete, it is difficult to
imagine the dreadful roads
of the early period. Wet weather turned
them into im-
passable quagmires. It was not until so
late a period
as 1848 that Reading Road was
macadamized. And
this alone is excellent evidence that
for the first half
century of Hamilton County's existence
mud roads --
or perhaps I had better say dirt roads
-- were the rule.
The Steamboat era will live forever in
that admir-
able name "The Public
Landing". The early maps
show that the open space on the river
front was origi-
nally called "The Commons".
The Ohio River has
now been improved with locks and dams
which give it
a nine foot channel the year round --
that is, except
when ice shuts off navigation.
Transportation experts
say that history will repeat itself --
that the river will
again be crowded with steam boats and
the old glories
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of the Public Landing will be repeated.
It was there
that our first two Western Presidents,
Jackson and Har-
rison, were given great receptions.
There it was that
General Winfield Scott, after the
Mexican War, was
met by all Cincinnati. Mr. James M.
Glenn told me that
General Scott, dressed in full
regimentals, came march-
ing through the great throng on the
Landing towering
like Saul head and shoulders above the
crowd -- the
finest figure of a man he ever saw. And
so late a time
as the Civil War the soldiers who
conquered at Donelson
under Grant embarked on steamboats at
the Landing.
And the boats went from there in fleets
to take men and
supplies to Grant when he was before
Vicksburg -- the
time when the fall of that city let the
Mississippi flow
unvexed to the sea.
It was very recently that the late
President Harding
went up the Ohio to General Grant's
birthplace at Pt.
Pleasant and Cincinnati gave him a
tremendous recep-
tion on the Public Landing. Yet the
great scenes on the
Public Landing are four -- scenes that
can never come
back again -- that time in the very
early days when
General LaFayette rode in a magnificent
barge from
the Kentucky shore and was received
amidst the boom-
ing of guns and the plaudits of a
multitude by the Gov-
ernor of Ohio on our shore. And when
General Jack-
son came and declined to enter the
carriage prepared
for him and walked bare-headed up the
hill while the
crowd parted to make way for him
standing silent with
admiration and respect.
And the two other scenes are really one
-- when
General Harrison left Cincinnati on his
journey to the
White House amidst such enthusiasm as
had never been
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duplicated here -- when men's hearts
fairly surged
within them with the hope of a new day
and all the glory
of the present, the past and the future
like an intoxi-
cating dream before their eyes -- and
then his return
when amidst a hushed and awed stillness
-- a great pro-
cession of all the shipping on the
river that bore him
to his last resting place at North Bend
-- the hopes and
the enthusiasm of the people buried
with him.
The most recent name to be put on the
map is that
of Columbia Park. A public utility
company has spent
millions there in building a plant for
the making of elec-
tric power. Apart from the great
improvement which
is one of the industrial features of
the middle West
there is already a large resident
population and this is
certain to increase. Columbia Park is
situated at the
extremest southwest tip of the State of
Ohio and occu-
pies the farm that once was part of the
600 acres that
General William Henry Harrison cut off
from his 2800-
acre farm and gave to his son John
Scott Harrison,
whose residence still remains but a
stone's throw from
this tremendous modern power plant. As
there is a
Columbia in the county, a Columbia with
nearly a cen-
tury and a half of associations
connected with it, this
name of Columbia Park is not
particularly happy. One
does not like to criticise a patriotic
effort, as it were, but
Fort Hill would have been an admirable
name. Or
some great inventor such as Edison who
made the place
possible, might have been honored by
giving the place
his name.
Just west of this new Columbia Park the
conductor
on the Baltimore and Ohio local trains
as they come to a
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There after much trouble and long delay
a treaty
was made with the Indians, a treaty by
the way that
was broken without trouble and without
delay. Gen-
eral Butler, who was one of the
Commissioners, has left
a fine account of the trip down the
river. They caught
fish without number and when they
wanted food they
tied the boats up to the bank and in an
hour or two the
hunters returned laden with wild turkeys
and deer.
Thus it was they stopped at what is now
Covington and
killed seven buffalo. General Butler
saw the beauty of
the land and predicted that in the
future the Ohio would
be lined with great cities and
prosperous villages and
that here in the West would rise an
Empire which would
make Greece and Rome seem small in
comparison. In
all our early literature there is
nothing more readable
than General Butler's story of his
voyage down the
Ohio.
You see how easy it is to let names
suggest all sorts
of things.
I have just written as it were a few
head-lines.
There is not time in a Literary Club
paper to carry out
my topic to its full possibilities. But
I hope I have
shown that even the Map of Hamilton
County is
crowded with interest.
To me it is manifest destiny that the
city of Cincin-
nati will expand until it includes all
of Hamilton County.
It occupies now a very large part of
it. This growth is
most recent, however. In 1870 the North
Boundary of
Cincinnati was McMillan Street -- the West Boundary
was Mill Creek -- and the East Boundary was Pendle-
ton -- a mere fraction of its present
extent. As a mat-
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ter of fact the dual government of the
city and county
is an economic blunder, a needless
duplication of many
offices. And presently common sense
will see to it that
either the city or the county
government disappear and
the whole district is under one set of
officials.
Vol. XXXV-21.
THE MAP OF HAMILTON COUNTY*
BY JAMES A. GREEN
Dr. Nevin M. Fenneman of the University
of Cin-
cinnati, and I took a canoe trip last
summer for the
purpose of accurately mapping an
unknown Canadian
Lake. This was Lake Ogoki with a shore
line of
seventy-five miles. Of course, Dr.
Fenneman did the
actual mapping but I shared in the
reflected glory of the
achievement. This map was sent to
Ottawa and we
duly received the thanks of the
Canadian Government.
So we have added to the sum of exact
scientific geo-
graphical knowledge. And I think Dr.
Fenneman was
never more gratified in his life than
when on our return
trip he showed his map to an old Indian
who had all
his life lived on Lake Ogoki, but who
was away when
we were there. This old Indian was a
primitive savage.
He did not know a letter of the
alphabet, nor did he
know any language but his native Cree.
But with de-
light he read the map. Its lines stood
for him for bold
headland or lovely island and finally
he pointed out the
bay where the winter before he had his
encampment.
That map needed no interpreter. It was
a document
that even the savage found
intelligible. It brought to
the Indian the sudden picture of the
lake where he was
born and had lived his life long. Any
other map would
have been lost on him, for maps grow in
value with
knowledge and intelligence. Yet easily
as intelligent
* A paper read before the Cincinnati
Literary Club, February 6, 1926.
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