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These photographs depict Makanda, Il and surrounding areas as they appeared during the turn of the 20th century. The images were made from their original glass negatives, which are now a part of our permanent collection. They are among the oldest-surviving negatives of Makanda and show the town when it served as a vital rail hub. The railway that passed through made it possible for farmers to export their crops outside of the region, giving the town economic viability. They mostly sent their produce to Chicago which was close enough for the food to arrive still fresh. This system lasted until the invention of the refrigerated rail car, whose creation coincidentally occured in neighboring Cobden, Il. Once that happened perishables could be sent across country with little to no risk of spoiling, thus reducing the need for hubs near major populations.
The photographs of Giant City were taken before it was made into a state park. The land encompassing the park has always been revered as an area rich with beauty and splendor. To this day people come from miles around to admire its unique geologic formations and lush wooded areas. However, at the time these photographs were taken the area was also used for agriculture. The flat lands below the steep rocky bluffs were cultivated by farmers to grow their crops and subsequently take them around the corner, to Makanda, Il to be shipped out.
Here is the most infamous house in Grand Tower and one of the most infamous houses in southern Illinois.
The house's proximity to the ominous rocky outcropping known as devil's bake oven is the perfect recipe for a ghost story -- and so a ghost story there is!
There a few versions of the story, but here is a brief version of the one that I know best:
During the mid-19th century, the owner of the house was a big wig at the iron furnaces in town. He had a daughter who secretly had a relationship with one of the workers at those furnaces. Once the father found out about the romance, he became furious because he couldn't allow his daughter to become so to close one of the rough and rugged workers. He ended up forbidding her from ever seeing the fellow again. The agony of this proved to be too much for the grief-stricken daughter and she committed suicide by throwing herself from the rock, falling 100 feet below to the banks of the Mississippi river. It is now said that her ghost has been seen on and around the bake oven during certain nights.
Portions of the foundation of the house still remain to this day.
This is a very rare "colorized" glimpse of the damage in Murphysboro following the Tri-state tornado. After the storm engineers from the University of Illinois came to both assess and study the damage. A portion of the work they conducted included making slides from pictures previously taken. It is unclear if they colorized the slides using U of I staff or if that was handled by the Victor Animatograph Company. Either way, this was a remarkable feat given the level of detail applied to each 2x3 inch slide! These slides are now a part of our permant collection and are the only known colorized versions of the images they depict.
Edmund Newsome, writing about Grand Tower in 1894 . . . .
"In the year 1673, seven Frenchmen, in two birch-bark canoes, started from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and went down Fox River, then down Wisconsin River, and on the 7th of June they entered the Mississippi. The swift currant swept them rapidly down, past the pictured rocks at the mouth of the Illinois River, then past the Devil's Oven and the "dangerous" Grand Tower. ` This is the first mention of the Grand Tower, which is a tower-like rock rising out of the river near the Missouri shore, and directly opposite to the south end of the sharp ridge called the "Devil's Backbone. This tower rock is considered dangerous to this day. When the water is high, an eddy starts at the rocky point near the "TOWER" and reaches half a mile or more down the river; the outer edge of this eddy where it joins the main current is full of whirlpools. When a floating tree gets into one of these, it stands erect for a moment, then disappears beneath the surging water. Skiifs or other small craft are served in the same manner, and lives have thus been lost. The danger to steamboats is that they are careened and turned out of their course, and for a time become uncontrollable.
Some time near the close of the 18th century, or about one hundred years ago, a number of emigrants, with their families and goods were ascending the Mississippi on a keel-boat. Among them was a widow named Murdock. She had several grown sons in the company, At the south end of the Backbone opposite the Grand Tower, where the current is very swift, the men, supposing themselves to be out of danger, leaped ashore to pull the boat up with ropes against the current which is here confined within a narrow channel only three-eighths of a mile wide, with rocky banks on both sides. The women and children, 15 - 20 in number, tired of being moped up in the narrow cabin for three or four weeks, very thoughtlessly followed the men ashore. While they were thus making their way slowly along the narrow space between the steep hill and the river, little thinking of danger, they were startled by the yell of savages, instantly followed by a volley from the rifles, laying a numder of them dead in their midst. Instantly, the painted demons appeared at each end of the pass.
The men saw at once that they were doomed, but they were determined to sell their lives as dear as possible. They fought with desperation, but were overpowered and all killed. Men, women and children all slain except John Murdock, a youth of nineteen, who had fought like a tiger for a while, but, seeing his chance, he made his escape amidst the smoke and carnage, and hid among the rocks on the hill-side, where he watched the last of his friends murdered and scalped. The scene that he then wit- nessed transformed hifn from a boy to a man with undying vengence for the race that had killed all his friends, and when he arrived at Kaskaskia and told of the massacre at Grand Tower, he easily organized a squad of kindred spirits who hated the race of Indians, and they followed the members of that party of Indians for years. At last, they caught them on an island in the river. The whites went to the island stealthily by night, then set their own canoes adrift as well as those of the Indians. They then approached the camp from diiferent quarters. All was quiet in their camp, Many were were shot down almost before they were awake. The rest rushed to their canoes, but finding them gone, they turned and fought until all were killed, except three who swam the river and escaped. Those alone were left out of a band of thirty, and Murdock followed them for two years, when he returned to Kaskaskia with their scalps. On the highest point on the south end of the Devil's Back-bone, graves have been found, and bones dug out, but it is not known whether they belonged to Indians or whites.
The next mention of this locality is in Ben Boone's sketches, where he mentions that soon after Jones and Reed settled in the upper bottom, in 1802, that Jones shot Reed and fled to Grand Tower and was captured on Walker's Hill.
About 1805, Col. James Gill and William Gaston settled at the Devil's Oven and established a ferry. They both made arms. Benjamin Walker Sr. was the first man to settle at Grand Tower. He came with a large family in 1806, and settled at the South end of the Backbone, where the business part of the city is now. Afterwards, he sold his place to Samuel Cochran, whose descendants still reside in the city.
At a time many years after this, when Elisha Cochran owned the place, Marshall Jenkins owned the land south of his, after steamboats began to navigate the river, he kept a landing and a wood-yard. The place was known as Grand Tower Landing, or Jenkins' Landing. After the death of Jenkins, James Evans married the widow. He built a wharehouse and opened a store, and the place was called Evans' Landing, but it was always known as Grand Tower. Elisha Cochran lived near the south end of the Backbone.
The grave-yard was close to the foot of the hill, between that and Cochran's house, where there are now so many railroad tracks. Several other families lived there, and the school house was sometimes used as such. The location is suitable for a landing. It is a strip of level ground between the river and Walker's Hill, which rises just, back of it, having precipitous, rocky sides. This hill is not connected with any other hill, but is entirely surrounded by low land.
The Backbone before mentioned is a sharp rocky ridge, nearly a mile long, running along the river bank; the southern end is close to the river, and is the highest point of the ridge; the north end and the middle leaves a narrow strip of level land between the hill and the river. There is also a narrow strip of level ground between this hill and Walker's Hill, where the two hills lap past each other. A detached portion of the Backbone juts out into the river, this forms the "Devil's Oven." Nearly a, mile north of this is the "Big Hill," which is very high, about four miles long and two miles wide; it is also surrounded by low lands and the river which washes its western base. (See map.) its sides are mostly precipitous, at the north end rising one hundred and twenty-five feet. The formation of the whlole vicinity is peculiar, and the impression made on the minds of the early settlers caused them to name so many things after his Satanic Majesty.
When the Mt. Carbon Company built a railroad from Mt. Carbon to Grand Tower, the land owners at the latter place, Tho's Jenkins, Evans and the company, each laid off town lots, and sold them rapidly for a while. Soon a town sprang up as if by magic. All the river front was built up with stores, hotels and other business houses; thus the obscure landing place sprang into a young city at once. Although it is a good location for a town, yet heretofore, there had been almost no communication with Murphysboro or the interior of the county. The only road went through four miles of the muddiest ground that can be imagined, from the Big Hill to Kinkaid. It would not be correct to say over it, for it was absolutely impassible at some seasons of the year. But the railroad remedied all that in a short time, and made a pass way through at all times of the year.
The company began to ship coal on barges, and also to supply steamboats with coal. The following year, the rail-road was extended to Carbondale and connected with the Illinois Central Rail Road; then passengers and freight were landed at Grand Tower for various points along that road, and the town still grew, and extended northward towards the Big Hill, first, by building that part near the "Oven," called "Red Town," afterwards by other additions farther north.
The company built two iron furnaces on that side of the Backbone next to the river, and ran a rail-road track through the middle of the ridge where it is lowest. Soon another company built a furnace at the southern extremity of the city. This is usually known as the lower furnace. So that Grand Tower, with three furnaces, one rail-road, and a regular packet to St. Louis, grew and prospered, until it extended from the lower furnace nearly to the Big Hill, or almost two miles in length.
Then came reverses. The lower furnace stopped for a long time, then fired up and continued in operation for a season only to soon stop again. It remained cold and silent for many years. The upper furnaces met with accidents. Sometimes one of them would fall to pieces full of melted iron, which hardened as it cooled, and it required a long time afterwards to cut it out before they could begin to repair the furnace. Then the company met with trouble and their works fell into the hands of trustees. For a short time, but one furnace was in operation, then it also became silent and deserted. The company almost quit shipping coal, and everything became dull. Some of the merchants left the town and removed to other places. The town had passed its period of prosperity; for, like Mt. Carbon it was dependent on the company, so when they almost quit working, the business of both towns languished.
The upper furnaces have long been dismantled, the costly machinery removed, and everything that could be of use taken away, showing that it is the intention of the company to make no more pig-iron at that place. ·
During the period of the operation of the furnaces, the iron-ore was brought from the Iron Mountain in Missouri, to St. Louis by rail-road, from thence it was floated down the river in barges and landed at the iron-works, where it was unloaded by steam-power. After a few years, the river interfered. The Mississippi arose in its might and cut Hat Island away. (This island was just above the Big Hill.) The river carried the sand of which the island was composed, and deposited it along the base of the hill, making sand-bars where had always heretofore been deep water. It carried enough sand to the furnace landing to spoil the landing of ore, so it was afterwards bronght by rail-road by the way of Carbondale. The pig-iron was shipped by the same route.
About the year 1880, business began to revive, and the town began to resume something of its former bustling appearance. There was talk of the lower furnace again being started. Thirty years before this date, a gentleman, looking far into the future, predicted that the iron-ore of Missouri and the coal of Jackson County, Ill., would meet near Grand Tower, and along the river bank there would be a long row of iron furnaces. This has only been fullled in part; the time is yet to come to bring its entire accomplishment.
A few years ago, the rail-road was extended southwardly, crossing Big Muddy near its month, and running through the swamps of Union County, to Cape Girardeau, Mo., crossing the river on a transfer steamer.
Recently, the Grand Tower and Carbondale Rail Road including the extension to the "Cape," has been consolidated with other roads, some now in operation and some in prospect only; the whole to make a through line from Chicago to the Southwest, and to be called the "Chicago and Texas Rail Road."
[Edmund Newsome, writing about Grand Tower, IL, "Historical Sketches of Jackson County, Illinois. 1894]
Courtesy of Karen Allison
Courtesy of Karen Allison