From "Oregon, End Of The Trail," compiled by Workers of the Writers' Program of the Works Project Administration in the State of Oregon, published by Binfords & Mort, 1940, page 452:
Prineville, seat of Crook County, was named for Barney Prine, its first settler. He arrived in the Ochoco in 1868, and two years later Monroe Hedges laid out the townsite of Prineville. An early resident tells of the founding of the town: 'During the summer of 1868 Barney Prine started Prineville by building a dwelling house, store, blacksmith shop, hotel and saloon. He was all of one day building them. They were constructed of willow logs, 10 by 14 feet in size, one story high, and all under one roof. His first invoice of goods cost $80; his liquor consisted of a case of Hostetter's Bitters, and the iron for the blacksmith shop was obtained from the fragments of an old emigrant wagon left up on Crooked River.'
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From "The Washington Historical Quarterly," Vol. VIII No. 1, published by The Washington University State Historical Society, January 1917, page 14, "Reminiscences Of A Pioneer Woman" by Elizabeth Ann Coonc:
In the spring of 1869 we bought cattle and took them overland to Ocho-co, at Prineville, about 100 miles over the mountains east from Albany. Barney Prine was then king of Ocho-co. The place was full of the toughest men I ever saw; every Sunday they would get drunk, quarrel and shoot up the town. They finally started to brand Mr. Coonc's cattle. Mr. Coonc couldn't kick, and I persuaded him to move to White Bluffs in 1872. The cattle were swum over the river and driven to Ringold Bar near White Bluffs.
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From an interview of Jeff Fryer by Fred Lockley, that ran in The Oregon Daily Journal, June 19, 1919:
In 1872 I drove up to Eastern Oregon, taking up a place on Crooked river, 16 miles southeast of where Barney Prine started a little settlement that is now Prineville. Barney Prine was a member of our regiment - the First Oregon infantry. He was the best all-round man in the whole regiment. He was a big, husky chap and could lick his weight in wildcats. There wasn't a man in the regiment that could do him up. He was the best footracer in our regiment. He won a lot of money showing his heels to other chaps who thought they could run. He would wrap his galluses around his waist and the others would have to eat his dust.
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From The Oregon Daily Journal, December 11, 1920:
C. H. Jordan is registered at the Imperial from Prineville, the town founded by Barney Prine. Barney in the early days ran a saloon, hotel and blacksmith shop where the roads crossed, and on the side was one of the best 100-yard men in the Inland Empire. He would bet on a horse race, the turn of a card or on his own ability to outdistance all comers at a footrace. A Methodist minister once came that way and held services, and Barney was converted. Two days later a bunch of cattlemen, rolling in money from the sale of their herds, stopped over with Barney. They asked him to sit in at a poker game. Barney shook his head sadly and said, "I can't, boys; I have just renounced the devil and all his works. But it's hell that that preacher didn't postpone his visit here a week or 10 days so I could have cleaned you fellows out."
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From The Idaho Statesman, September 7, 1876:
Yesterday Boise City witnessed a fearful ride. While Oliver Call was unloading some corn in the lane back of Mr. Agnew's residence, Willie Agnew, Johnny Boomer and Lizzie Agnew got into the wagon and began playing and making some noise, which started the team. The horses are gentle farm horses. They ran up the lane. Little Jimmy Agnew was hanging onto the wheel, but was thrown off as the team started, with only slight bruises. The team crossed 5th street and passed through the next lane by Pinkham's barn, when Willie Agnew jumped out, with the horses under full speed, striking partly on his head and received a slight wound. The team crossed the cut at Fourth street and dashed up into the open yard at Lemp's brewery, and having to make a square turn to the right, they partially stopped; at this juncture Johnny Boomer jumped out. Mr. Stout, who saw the team and boys as they went out of the wagon, says Johnny Boomer was standing on his feet bobbing up and jumped out at the instant the team seem to hault to make the turn, and went at least four feet above the wagon and came down square on his feet, slapping his hands together saying he was not hurt.
Lizzie was still in the wagon sitting down at the fore end, the team turned as quick as a flash square to the right and dashed down Lemp's road into Main street, the off wheel striking Jimmy Hart's guard post, broke it off like a pipe stem, and ran down Main street at a furious rate; the cry along the street that Agnew's little Lizzie was in the wagon, brought out men, women and children until the street was thronged with people eager to catch a glimpse of the child and team, which was all the time in tee advance and going at a breakneck speed all the way down Main street to the bridge, and then crossed to Idaho street and up Idaho to Sixth and down Sixth, passing this office and across Main, and thence over the bridge to Grove, and then to Front to the lane leading to Turner's ground. By this time there were over five hundred people on the street all going as they supposed toward the team, some were on horseback and some in buggies; Mr. Agnew was with Dr. Treadwell and only a short distance behind with his fast team as they passed the printing office; Barney Prine who had been to the livery stable and jumped onto a horse bareback was also by this time in hot pursuit and passed the printing office some ten rods behind. Little Lizzie had by this time been jolted to the hind end of the wagon. Prine urged and whipped his horse under a dead run, but it was with great exertion that he could gain on the team, finally after running over a half a mile he came up with the wagon and reached over, and took the girl out and handed her to her Father and the Doctor who were also running their teams to keep up. It was a feat on the part of Mr. Prine which not one man in a thousand would have the presence of mind and the ability to perform. The running team kept on, but soon brought up against a tree where the child would have stood a hundred chances to one to have been killed. There was great rejoicing over the rescue of the child, and her mother was fully overcome upon her safe return to her arms.
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From The History of Crook County, Oregon, 1994 Edition, pub. by Crook County Historical Society:
Barney died March 17, 1919 and is buried at Oroville beside his granddaughter, Ora Belle Prine Smith.
Prineville, seat of Crook County, was named for Barney Prine, its first settler. He arrived in the Ochoco in 1868, and two years later Monroe Hedges laid out the townsite of Prineville. An early resident tells of the founding of the town: 'During the summer of 1868 Barney Prine started Prineville by building a dwelling house, store, blacksmith shop, hotel and saloon. He was all of one day building them. They were constructed of willow logs, 10 by 14 feet in size, one story high, and all under one roof. His first invoice of goods cost $80; his liquor consisted of a case of Hostetter's Bitters, and the iron for the blacksmith shop was obtained from the fragments of an old emigrant wagon left up on Crooked River.'
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From "The Washington Historical Quarterly," Vol. VIII No. 1, published by The Washington University State Historical Society, January 1917, page 14, "Reminiscences Of A Pioneer Woman" by Elizabeth Ann Coonc:
In the spring of 1869 we bought cattle and took them overland to Ocho-co, at Prineville, about 100 miles over the mountains east from Albany. Barney Prine was then king of Ocho-co. The place was full of the toughest men I ever saw; every Sunday they would get drunk, quarrel and shoot up the town. They finally started to brand Mr. Coonc's cattle. Mr. Coonc couldn't kick, and I persuaded him to move to White Bluffs in 1872. The cattle were swum over the river and driven to Ringold Bar near White Bluffs.
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From an interview of Jeff Fryer by Fred Lockley, that ran in The Oregon Daily Journal, June 19, 1919:
In 1872 I drove up to Eastern Oregon, taking up a place on Crooked river, 16 miles southeast of where Barney Prine started a little settlement that is now Prineville. Barney Prine was a member of our regiment - the First Oregon infantry. He was the best all-round man in the whole regiment. He was a big, husky chap and could lick his weight in wildcats. There wasn't a man in the regiment that could do him up. He was the best footracer in our regiment. He won a lot of money showing his heels to other chaps who thought they could run. He would wrap his galluses around his waist and the others would have to eat his dust.
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From The Oregon Daily Journal, December 11, 1920:
C. H. Jordan is registered at the Imperial from Prineville, the town founded by Barney Prine. Barney in the early days ran a saloon, hotel and blacksmith shop where the roads crossed, and on the side was one of the best 100-yard men in the Inland Empire. He would bet on a horse race, the turn of a card or on his own ability to outdistance all comers at a footrace. A Methodist minister once came that way and held services, and Barney was converted. Two days later a bunch of cattlemen, rolling in money from the sale of their herds, stopped over with Barney. They asked him to sit in at a poker game. Barney shook his head sadly and said, "I can't, boys; I have just renounced the devil and all his works. But it's hell that that preacher didn't postpone his visit here a week or 10 days so I could have cleaned you fellows out."
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From The Idaho Statesman, September 7, 1876:
Yesterday Boise City witnessed a fearful ride. While Oliver Call was unloading some corn in the lane back of Mr. Agnew's residence, Willie Agnew, Johnny Boomer and Lizzie Agnew got into the wagon and began playing and making some noise, which started the team. The horses are gentle farm horses. They ran up the lane. Little Jimmy Agnew was hanging onto the wheel, but was thrown off as the team started, with only slight bruises. The team crossed 5th street and passed through the next lane by Pinkham's barn, when Willie Agnew jumped out, with the horses under full speed, striking partly on his head and received a slight wound. The team crossed the cut at Fourth street and dashed up into the open yard at Lemp's brewery, and having to make a square turn to the right, they partially stopped; at this juncture Johnny Boomer jumped out. Mr. Stout, who saw the team and boys as they went out of the wagon, says Johnny Boomer was standing on his feet bobbing up and jumped out at the instant the team seem to hault to make the turn, and went at least four feet above the wagon and came down square on his feet, slapping his hands together saying he was not hurt.
Lizzie was still in the wagon sitting down at the fore end, the team turned as quick as a flash square to the right and dashed down Lemp's road into Main street, the off wheel striking Jimmy Hart's guard post, broke it off like a pipe stem, and ran down Main street at a furious rate; the cry along the street that Agnew's little Lizzie was in the wagon, brought out men, women and children until the street was thronged with people eager to catch a glimpse of the child and team, which was all the time in tee advance and going at a breakneck speed all the way down Main street to the bridge, and then crossed to Idaho street and up Idaho to Sixth and down Sixth, passing this office and across Main, and thence over the bridge to Grove, and then to Front to the lane leading to Turner's ground. By this time there were over five hundred people on the street all going as they supposed toward the team, some were on horseback and some in buggies; Mr. Agnew was with Dr. Treadwell and only a short distance behind with his fast team as they passed the printing office; Barney Prine who had been to the livery stable and jumped onto a horse bareback was also by this time in hot pursuit and passed the printing office some ten rods behind. Little Lizzie had by this time been jolted to the hind end of the wagon. Prine urged and whipped his horse under a dead run, but it was with great exertion that he could gain on the team, finally after running over a half a mile he came up with the wagon and reached over, and took the girl out and handed her to her Father and the Doctor who were also running their teams to keep up. It was a feat on the part of Mr. Prine which not one man in a thousand would have the presence of mind and the ability to perform. The running team kept on, but soon brought up against a tree where the child would have stood a hundred chances to one to have been killed. There was great rejoicing over the rescue of the child, and her mother was fully overcome upon her safe return to her arms.
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From The History of Crook County, Oregon, 1994 Edition, pub. by Crook County Historical Society:
Barney died March 17, 1919 and is buried at Oroville beside his granddaughter, Ora Belle Prine Smith.
From "Oregon, End Of The Trail," compiled by Workers of the Writers' Program of the Works Project Administration in the State of Oregon, published by Binfords & Mort, 1940, page 452:
Prineville, seat of Crook County, was named for Barney Prine, its first settler. He arrived in the Ochoco in 1868, and two years later Monroe Hedges laid out the townsite of Prineville. An early resident tells of the founding of the town: 'During the summer of 1868 Barney Prine started Prineville by building a dwelling house, store, blacksmith shop, hotel and saloon. He was all of one day building them. They were constructed of willow logs, 10 by 14 feet in size, one story high, and all under one roof. His first invoice of goods cost $80; his liquor consisted of a case of Hostetter's Bitters, and the iron for the blacksmith shop was obtained from the fragments of an old emigrant wagon left up on Crooked River.'
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From "The Washington Historical Quarterly," Vol. VIII No. 1, published by The Washington University State Historical Society, January 1917, page 14, "Reminiscences Of A Pioneer Woman" by Elizabeth Ann Coonc:
In the spring of 1869 we bought cattle and took them overland to Ocho-co, at Prineville, about 100 miles over the mountains east from Albany. Barney Prine was then king of Ocho-co. The place was full of the toughest men I ever saw; every Sunday they would get drunk, quarrel and shoot up the town. They finally started to brand Mr. Coonc's cattle. Mr. Coonc couldn't kick, and I persuaded him to move to White Bluffs in 1872. The cattle were swum over the river and driven to Ringold Bar near White Bluffs.
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From an interview of Jeff Fryer by Fred Lockley, that ran in The Oregon Daily Journal, June 19, 1919:
In 1872 I drove up to Eastern Oregon, taking up a place on Crooked river, 16 miles southeast of where Barney Prine started a little settlement that is now Prineville. Barney Prine was a member of our regiment - the First Oregon infantry. He was the best all-round man in the whole regiment. He was a big, husky chap and could lick his weight in wildcats. There wasn't a man in the regiment that could do him up. He was the best footracer in our regiment. He won a lot of money showing his heels to other chaps who thought they could run. He would wrap his galluses around his waist and the others would have to eat his dust.
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From The Oregon Daily Journal, December 11, 1920:
C. H. Jordan is registered at the Imperial from Prineville, the town founded by Barney Prine. Barney in the early days ran a saloon, hotel and blacksmith shop where the roads crossed, and on the side was one of the best 100-yard men in the Inland Empire. He would bet on a horse race, the turn of a card or on his own ability to outdistance all comers at a footrace. A Methodist minister once came that way and held services, and Barney was converted. Two days later a bunch of cattlemen, rolling in money from the sale of their herds, stopped over with Barney. They asked him to sit in at a poker game. Barney shook his head sadly and said, "I can't, boys; I have just renounced the devil and all his works. But it's hell that that preacher didn't postpone his visit here a week or 10 days so I could have cleaned you fellows out."
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From The Idaho Statesman, September 7, 1876:
Yesterday Boise City witnessed a fearful ride. While Oliver Call was unloading some corn in the lane back of Mr. Agnew's residence, Willie Agnew, Johnny Boomer and Lizzie Agnew got into the wagon and began playing and making some noise, which started the team. The horses are gentle farm horses. They ran up the lane. Little Jimmy Agnew was hanging onto the wheel, but was thrown off as the team started, with only slight bruises. The team crossed 5th street and passed through the next lane by Pinkham's barn, when Willie Agnew jumped out, with the horses under full speed, striking partly on his head and received a slight wound. The team crossed the cut at Fourth street and dashed up into the open yard at Lemp's brewery, and having to make a square turn to the right, they partially stopped; at this juncture Johnny Boomer jumped out. Mr. Stout, who saw the team and boys as they went out of the wagon, says Johnny Boomer was standing on his feet bobbing up and jumped out at the instant the team seem to hault to make the turn, and went at least four feet above the wagon and came down square on his feet, slapping his hands together saying he was not hurt.
Lizzie was still in the wagon sitting down at the fore end, the team turned as quick as a flash square to the right and dashed down Lemp's road into Main street, the off wheel striking Jimmy Hart's guard post, broke it off like a pipe stem, and ran down Main street at a furious rate; the cry along the street that Agnew's little Lizzie was in the wagon, brought out men, women and children until the street was thronged with people eager to catch a glimpse of the child and team, which was all the time in tee advance and going at a breakneck speed all the way down Main street to the bridge, and then crossed to Idaho street and up Idaho to Sixth and down Sixth, passing this office and across Main, and thence over the bridge to Grove, and then to Front to the lane leading to Turner's ground. By this time there were over five hundred people on the street all going as they supposed toward the team, some were on horseback and some in buggies; Mr. Agnew was with Dr. Treadwell and only a short distance behind with his fast team as they passed the printing office; Barney Prine who had been to the livery stable and jumped onto a horse bareback was also by this time in hot pursuit and passed the printing office some ten rods behind. Little Lizzie had by this time been jolted to the hind end of the wagon. Prine urged and whipped his horse under a dead run, but it was with great exertion that he could gain on the team, finally after running over a half a mile he came up with the wagon and reached over, and took the girl out and handed her to her Father and the Doctor who were also running their teams to keep up. It was a feat on the part of Mr. Prine which not one man in a thousand would have the presence of mind and the ability to perform. The running team kept on, but soon brought up against a tree where the child would have stood a hundred chances to one to have been killed. There was great rejoicing over the rescue of the child, and her mother was fully overcome upon her safe return to her arms.
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From The History of Crook County, Oregon, 1994 Edition, pub. by Crook County Historical Society:
Barney died March 17, 1919 and is buried at Oroville beside his granddaughter, Ora Belle Prine Smith.
Prineville, seat of Crook County, was named for Barney Prine, its first settler. He arrived in the Ochoco in 1868, and two years later Monroe Hedges laid out the townsite of Prineville. An early resident tells of the founding of the town: 'During the summer of 1868 Barney Prine started Prineville by building a dwelling house, store, blacksmith shop, hotel and saloon. He was all of one day building them. They were constructed of willow logs, 10 by 14 feet in size, one story high, and all under one roof. His first invoice of goods cost $80; his liquor consisted of a case of Hostetter's Bitters, and the iron for the blacksmith shop was obtained from the fragments of an old emigrant wagon left up on Crooked River.'
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From "The Washington Historical Quarterly," Vol. VIII No. 1, published by The Washington University State Historical Society, January 1917, page 14, "Reminiscences Of A Pioneer Woman" by Elizabeth Ann Coonc:
In the spring of 1869 we bought cattle and took them overland to Ocho-co, at Prineville, about 100 miles over the mountains east from Albany. Barney Prine was then king of Ocho-co. The place was full of the toughest men I ever saw; every Sunday they would get drunk, quarrel and shoot up the town. They finally started to brand Mr. Coonc's cattle. Mr. Coonc couldn't kick, and I persuaded him to move to White Bluffs in 1872. The cattle were swum over the river and driven to Ringold Bar near White Bluffs.
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From an interview of Jeff Fryer by Fred Lockley, that ran in The Oregon Daily Journal, June 19, 1919:
In 1872 I drove up to Eastern Oregon, taking up a place on Crooked river, 16 miles southeast of where Barney Prine started a little settlement that is now Prineville. Barney Prine was a member of our regiment - the First Oregon infantry. He was the best all-round man in the whole regiment. He was a big, husky chap and could lick his weight in wildcats. There wasn't a man in the regiment that could do him up. He was the best footracer in our regiment. He won a lot of money showing his heels to other chaps who thought they could run. He would wrap his galluses around his waist and the others would have to eat his dust.
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From The Oregon Daily Journal, December 11, 1920:
C. H. Jordan is registered at the Imperial from Prineville, the town founded by Barney Prine. Barney in the early days ran a saloon, hotel and blacksmith shop where the roads crossed, and on the side was one of the best 100-yard men in the Inland Empire. He would bet on a horse race, the turn of a card or on his own ability to outdistance all comers at a footrace. A Methodist minister once came that way and held services, and Barney was converted. Two days later a bunch of cattlemen, rolling in money from the sale of their herds, stopped over with Barney. They asked him to sit in at a poker game. Barney shook his head sadly and said, "I can't, boys; I have just renounced the devil and all his works. But it's hell that that preacher didn't postpone his visit here a week or 10 days so I could have cleaned you fellows out."
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From The Idaho Statesman, September 7, 1876:
Yesterday Boise City witnessed a fearful ride. While Oliver Call was unloading some corn in the lane back of Mr. Agnew's residence, Willie Agnew, Johnny Boomer and Lizzie Agnew got into the wagon and began playing and making some noise, which started the team. The horses are gentle farm horses. They ran up the lane. Little Jimmy Agnew was hanging onto the wheel, but was thrown off as the team started, with only slight bruises. The team crossed 5th street and passed through the next lane by Pinkham's barn, when Willie Agnew jumped out, with the horses under full speed, striking partly on his head and received a slight wound. The team crossed the cut at Fourth street and dashed up into the open yard at Lemp's brewery, and having to make a square turn to the right, they partially stopped; at this juncture Johnny Boomer jumped out. Mr. Stout, who saw the team and boys as they went out of the wagon, says Johnny Boomer was standing on his feet bobbing up and jumped out at the instant the team seem to hault to make the turn, and went at least four feet above the wagon and came down square on his feet, slapping his hands together saying he was not hurt.
Lizzie was still in the wagon sitting down at the fore end, the team turned as quick as a flash square to the right and dashed down Lemp's road into Main street, the off wheel striking Jimmy Hart's guard post, broke it off like a pipe stem, and ran down Main street at a furious rate; the cry along the street that Agnew's little Lizzie was in the wagon, brought out men, women and children until the street was thronged with people eager to catch a glimpse of the child and team, which was all the time in tee advance and going at a breakneck speed all the way down Main street to the bridge, and then crossed to Idaho street and up Idaho to Sixth and down Sixth, passing this office and across Main, and thence over the bridge to Grove, and then to Front to the lane leading to Turner's ground. By this time there were over five hundred people on the street all going as they supposed toward the team, some were on horseback and some in buggies; Mr. Agnew was with Dr. Treadwell and only a short distance behind with his fast team as they passed the printing office; Barney Prine who had been to the livery stable and jumped onto a horse bareback was also by this time in hot pursuit and passed the printing office some ten rods behind. Little Lizzie had by this time been jolted to the hind end of the wagon. Prine urged and whipped his horse under a dead run, but it was with great exertion that he could gain on the team, finally after running over a half a mile he came up with the wagon and reached over, and took the girl out and handed her to her Father and the Doctor who were also running their teams to keep up. It was a feat on the part of Mr. Prine which not one man in a thousand would have the presence of mind and the ability to perform. The running team kept on, but soon brought up against a tree where the child would have stood a hundred chances to one to have been killed. There was great rejoicing over the rescue of the child, and her mother was fully overcome upon her safe return to her arms.
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From The History of Crook County, Oregon, 1994 Edition, pub. by Crook County Historical Society:
Barney died March 17, 1919 and is buried at Oroville beside his granddaughter, Ora Belle Prine Smith.
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