Santa Clara County
Biographies
WILLIAM WRIGHT
William Wright, one of the pioneer agriculturists of Santa Clara County, dates his birth in Harford County, Maryland, March 18, 1826. His parents, William and Mary (Spencer) Wright, were natives of that State. Of their six children, the subject of this sketch was the fourth child. At the age of fifteen years he left home to learn the miller’s trade. Sickness compelled him to abandon that work. He then, not long after, entered a mercantile establishment, conducted by his brother, in Havre de Grace, where he remained as a clerk until January, 1849, at which time he contracted the gold fever, and in company with seven others, young men from the same town, started for California, the New El Dorado. Going to Philadelphia, they joined the “Gordon Association,” after visiting New York city, where they remained about three weeks. The company was divided, one division to go overland, and one, numbering one hundred and thirty, to sail by way of Cape Horn. Mr. Wright and his friends from Havre de Grace joined their fortunes with the last-mentioned party, all sharing alike in the purchase of a complete outfit for provisions, mining tools, tents, etc. Before reaching San Francisco the company broke up, but the party of eight, including Mr. Wright and his friends from his town, held together.
A few incidents connected with the voyage, and mining life later, have sufficient interest to be worthy of mention, and are given in Mr. Wright’s own words. The vessel left New York city February 6, 1849. Forty-eight days passed before reaching Rio de Janeiro. Forty-five days the ship was becalmed off the Cape of St. Roque, during which time she did not make five degrees. In entering the port of Rio [de] Janeiro during the darkness of a stormy night, the ship barely escaped being wrecked on the rock-bound shore; it was a narrow escape. In that port ten days were passed in provisioning and taking in water supplies. Finally, upon sailing, through the carelessness or indifference of the captain, thirteen of the party were left on shore. The turning of Cape Horn brought them into midwinter (June). The vessel, to have sea room, amid the severe snow-storms incident to the season, made sixty-one degrees south. No port was made between Rio [de] Janeiro and San Francisco, and toward the last all were placed upon a short allowance, both of water and food. September 12, after a voyage of over twenty-four thousand six hundred miles, covering seven months and six days, the party, with glad hearts and joyous anticipations, landed at San Francisco. Their surprise can hardly be told at finding their thirteen friends waiting to receive them. They had secured passage from Rio [de] Janeiro after a delay of but few days, and beat the old ship several days into San Francisco. Mr. Wright had only $4.00 in his pocket, with no meal to be obtained, or lodging, at less than $1.00 for the poorest; so he was obliged to seek employment at once. Strong-handed and willing, with the demand for labor at big pay, he was always employed at various occupations, during a stay in the city of sufficient length to earn enough to buy supplies for a campaign in the placer diggings. With his friends (the original party made up at home) he embarked in a small schooner for Stockton, where they hired an ox team to carry their tent and traps to a camp on Woods Creek, sixty miles away.
The rains made the journey through the flooded and muddy country slow and tedious. Some days not more than three miles were traveled. Brush had to be cut and pressed into the mud to make a foundation for blankets before sleeping. Eight days brought the party to camp. A few days later they moved a short distance, to Woods Creek. There, in their tent and a log cabin built by themselves, the winter was passed, but continuous rain kept them from doing much. Running short of provisions, they paid at the rate of $1.00 per pound for flour, pork, salt, or anything in the way of food. Scurvy in one of the party compelled the paying of $4.00 per pound for potatoes. Spring opening, some of the party returned East, some to San Francisco, and some to other points. In the early summer Mr. Wright, and those who remained with him, moved to the Tuolumne River, where Mr. Wright bought into a company, in what was called the “Missouri Bar,” a gold claim. Here they worked all summer, until the month of September, digging a canal and building a dam, preparatory to turning the course of the river. When they had about completed their labors in this direction, a freshet came and overflowed everything, and carried the dam away, thus destroying what they had labored so hard to accomplish. Then four or five of the party went a little farther up the river and built a wing dam.
At this time Mr. Wright left the river and went to a place called “Chinese Camp,” for dry diggings, where he built a house, and, with a partner, went into the mercantile business in the winter of 1850-51. This was a very dry winter, there not being sufficient water for the miners to work. In consequence a great many engaged in hauling goods to the camp, and there offered them for sale for less than what Mr. Wright had paid for his goods in Stockton. This was up-hill business. The roads being in good condition, enabled a great many to engage in it. In the spring Mr. Wright bought out his partner, and during the summer closed the business altogether. In November he came down to Santa Clara Valley, and with a partner bought the place where he now lives. He then returned to Stockton, and made arrangements preparatory to working the farm. He bought a team and farming implements, and drove across the mountains back to the valley. Not being familiar with the art of farming, they hired a man to come with them, at a salary of $100 per month, to teach them what to do. In the course of a year Mr. Wright bought out his partner, and has made this his home up to the present time. The ranch originally contained one hundred and sixty acres, and Mr. Wright has added to it one hundred and sixty acres more, making in all three hundred and twenty acres, principally a grain and stock farm, with only a few acres in vines and trees. In April, 1863, after having lived on the place for fifteen years, he returned East to his native town, and there, on the twenty-eighth of September, 1863, was married to Helena Treadwell, a daughter of Dr. Samuel E. and Ann Treadwell, of Havre de Grace. They have two children, Dora T. and William T.
Pen Pictures From The Garden of the World or Santa Clara County, California, Illustrated. - Edited by H. S. Foote.- Chicago: The Lewis Publishing Company, 1888.
Pg. 231-233
Transcribed by Kathy Sedler
Proofread by Betty Vickroy
REV. CLEMENT E. BABB, D. D.
In the Illustrated Pacific States of May 5, 1888, there appeared an article from the pen of one of our most gifted writers, one who has delighted thousands by her beautiful word pictures, both in verse and prose, of California scenes and of subjects weightier and not less interesting. The article is headed “Laurel Ranch,” and it describes the pleasant, leafy home, and gives the life history, of one of Santa Clara County’s most honored citizens, Dr. Clement E. Babb. The writer of this history only regrets that he cannot incorporate the account entire, and shall make no apology for borrowing wherever possible the thought, and even the words, of that brilliantly written page.
“Laurel Ranch” is the typical home of retired comfort and of cultured ease, yet not the retirement of idleness, but rather the change from one active employment to another that leads one closer to nature in her gentler and more charming moods. The ranch is a compact body of 235 acres of land, covering some of the low foot-hills that fringe the base of Mount Hamilton, and by its succession of hill and vale it affords innumerable pleasant prospects and delightful sheltered nooks. In one of these, a tiny, nest-like valley, rests a flower-surrounded cottage, almost completely engirdled with orchard and vineyard hill-slopes, and having a knoll of considerable height covered with a growth of forest trees, while the home itself is amid a tropical grove of pepper trees and palms. It is situated at the head of Fleming Avenue, in the Mount Pleasant School District, at an easy drive of five miles from San Jose. Of the ranch, 100 acres are in orchard, of which forty are in apricots, twenty-five in almonds, fifteen in peaches, ten in French prunes, ten in olives, and ten in apples, pears, plums, persimmons, oranges, figs, and walnut trees, besides two acres of table grapes. The rest of the land is devoted to hay and the pasturage of stock. Of these the Doctor has about twenty-five head, and is devoting himself to the improvement of the grade, especially in horses.
Dr. Babb was born in Pittston, Pennsylvania, on August 19, 1821, the son of John P. and Mary (Shriner) Babb, both natives of that State, but of German extraction. The ancestors of the family came over as members of the Penn Company, and from that time were identified with the country of their adoption. Dr. Babb’s grandfather was a soldier in the Revolutionary War, while his father commanded a company in the War of 1812. His father was an architect and builder, a man of energy and ability, a sample of whose substantial work still remains in the noted Columbia Railroad bridge, across the Schuylkill, near Philadelphia. He also constructed the dam for the Lynchburg (Virginia) water works. The son graduated at Dickinson College, Pennsylvania, at nineteen, and at the Dickinson Law School two years later. He practiced law in Hillsdale, Michigan, for three years. Then, determining to leave the bar for the pulpit, he studied theology at the Union Seminary, New York, and also at Lane Seminary, Cincinnati. While yet in the seminary, he was called to preach in the First Presbyterian Church of Indianapolis, in the pulpit just made vacant by the removal of Henry Ward Beecher to Brooklyn. Here he met with warm appreciation. After his ordination he was elected their pastor, and for five years held that important office. Those who knew him at that time speak of his ministry as characterized by remarkable zeal and devotion, and his preaching as eloquent, forcible, and persuasive. But he was of slender habit, and his overtaxed voice gave way so completely that for years he was entirely unfit for public speaking. He now gave his attention to journalism, and directly became editor of the Christian Herald, of Cincinnati, the principal organ of the Presbyterian Church west of New York. For seventeen successive years he was elected to the editorship of this paper by the Synods having it in charge, and when, after the union of the Old and New School branches of the Presbyterian Church, the Herald was consolidated with the Presbyter, he continued his work as associate editor of the new paper.
Dr. Babb was married, in 1848, to Miss Lydia Hulbert, of Hillsdale, Michigan, and during all these years of editorial service resided in the city of Cincinnati or its suburbs, and was active in all its philanthropic and religious work. During the war he proved himself a stanch patriot; was chosen Chaplain of the Twenty-second Ohio Volunteers in November, 1861, and was at the capture of Fort Donelson, the battle of Shiloh, and the siege of Corinth. In 1873, owing to failing health, he decided to remove to a friendlier climate, and came to California. Until 1874 he resided in San Jose, but then purchased the “Laurel Ranch,” which he is now so wonderfully improving.
Mrs. Babb is a daughter of Chancey Hulbert, an eminent attorney at law of Northern Ohio, who died in early manhood. They have two children, Frank H. and Helen, both living with their parents. The son is a graduate of Marietta College, Ohio, and not only takes entire charge of the orchard and the stock, but is also active in other spheres of usefulness, being President of the Young Men’s Christian Association, of San Jose, and Superintendent of the Sunday-school of the First Presbyterian Church.
It should be stated further that Dr. Babb is still an associate editor of the Herald and Presbyter, where, over the now well-known and favorite initials of “C. E. B.,” his weekly letters are weekly expected. The Interior, of Chicago, and the Occident, of San Francisco, also make weekly calls upon his facile and forcible pen. After coming to California, Dr. Babb, in a measure, recovered his voice, and has frequently added preaching on Sunday to his vast week-day preaching. He has even occasionally taken pastoral charges for short periods, and always is an original and vivid speaker as well as thinker. His style is chiefly characterized by simplicity, earnestness, picturesqueness, and a wonderful freshness and aptness of illustration. He is of slight, nervous figure, with a delicate, refined face, keen blue eyes, abundant gray hair, and the active movement of a young and vigorous man. He is extremely cordial in manner, and overflowing with cheerful sociability. Whoever enters his cottage door finds welcome, good cheer, wholesome and inspiring thought, and a charming domestic atmosphere.
Pen Pictures From The Garden of the World or Santa Clara County, California, Illustrated. - Edited by H. S. Foote.- Chicago: The Lewis Publishing Company, 1888.
Pg. 251-252
Transcribed by Kathy Sedler
Proofread by Betty Vickroy