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At one time there were three railroads serving Schuyler County: "the Elmira, Jefferson and Canandaigua Railroad, along the west shore of the lake; the Chemung Railroad, which connected this road at Watkins with Elmira, both now parts of the Erie system; and perhaps one should add the Seneca Steam Navigation Company, of 1870, which had at various times a half dozen steamers on the lake, some of them nearly 200 feet long." (http://www.hopefarm.com/schuylny.htm) Only one remains active today.
The Catharine Valley of a Distant Yesterday
By Frank W. Steber
The opening of the Catharine Valley Trail between
Montour Falls and Millport is a great gift to the residents of Schuyler
and Chemung Counties, as well as to visitors from near and far. The
newly constructed trail offers countless opportunities to stroll
through the beautiful countryside or cycle along fabled Catharine Creek
and rejoice in the wonder of nature and wildlife along its route. Our
children and children’s grandchildren will be able to better know this
lovely portion of their rich heritage.
However, this remarkable little valley has not
always been looked upon as a place of beauty. The first white men in
any number came to Catharine Creek when General John Sullivan led his
army into the Finger Lakes region during the Revolutionary War for the
purpose of driving out the British and Indians and destroying their
villages and orchards. At 8:00 a.m. on September 1, 1779, the soldiers
struck their tents and started their march northward. Three days
earlier they had defeated the English and Indians at the Battle of
Newtown. The previous night they had bivouacked near what is now the
village of Horseheads. What they had expected to be a few hours’ march
to Seneca Lake became a day-long ordeal that tested their mettle to the
highest degree.
It is with difficulty that we may attempt to
create in our minds’ eyes a picture of that army on the march. There
were several thousand troops marching on foot in columns led by mounted
officers. Many horses pulled wagons containing cannons and caissons.
Others carried bags of flour and other provisions. This mighty invading
force entered Catharine Valley, wild and untamed, where only a few
narrow footpaths had ever existed, where only the native Seneca and a
few white hunters, traders or missionaries had ever trod. A couple of
miles beyond their encampment site, they encountered the southern end
of a “deep, miry swamp, covered with water from recent rains, dark with
the closely shadowing hemlocks, the path studded with rocks and thickly
interspersed with sloughs; it was the most horrible spot they had met
with.”
Several of Sullivan’s officers kept journals
throughout the campaign that give us a firsthand account of their
reactions to this “horrible spot.” Lt. William Barton wrote of an
hour’s halt while a road could be cleared for the artillery. He
continued to write of “difficult and bad marching, horses still
increasing the mud so as to make it impassable.” Some horses, laden
with sacks of flour and other baggage, were unable to move until the
next day. Major John Burrowes wrote of having to ford one creek
seventeen times, noting that “we never had so bad a days march since we
set off.”
Dr. Jabez Campbell, an army surgeon, pointed out
that while the difficulties of moving this army and its supplies were
very great during daylight, the problems multiplied after dark. Lt.
Col. Henry Dearborn described the growth of pine, spruce and hemlock as
“extremely thick.” “A small river run through it which we had to cross
about 20 times. On both sides of this swamp is a ridge of tremendous
hills.” He goes on, “At dark when we had got within about 3 miles of
Katareens Town we found ourselves in a most horrid thick Mirey Swamp
which render’d our proceeding so difficult that it was 10 o’clock in
the Evining before we arriv’d at the town...”
Major Jeremiah Fogg of New Hampshire described
the “swamp, which continued six or eight miles, full of morasses,
ravines, windfalls, and about every obstacle to impede artillery…” Sgt.
Major George Grant claimed that his unit “had to cross a creek, which
empties into Seneca Lake, near 30 times in the course of three miles,”
adding that “several pack horses were lost, 2 horses had their necks
broke, and many … did not reach camp till next day.”
Lt. Col. Adam Hubley of Pennsylvania also noted
the “impassable route, marked by defiles,…ravine after ravine,
interspersed with thick underwood… The pack horses, cattle, etc, were
chiefly the whole night employed in getting through.” Captain Daniel
Livermore of New Hampshire called Catharine Valley “the most
disagreeable road I ever traveled.”
Sgt. Thomas Roberts, a shoemaker
from New Jersey, seemed to know his timber. After the pine, spruce and
hemlock that everyone else also had seen, he found plentiful black
walnut, beech, and white oak near Catharine’s Town, but not before
noting, like the others, the 20 crossings of the creek and the loss of
horses and provisions.
Two hundred and twenty-four years have passed
since that September day when a Yankee army drove out the Senecas from
their homeland. Time and generations of human activity have changed
that “mirey swamp,” that “horrible spot,” into a place of beauty.
Catharine Creek has flowed calmly and serenely through the days of
military conquest, the days of wagons and ox sleds, the time of canal
and towpath, and the era of the railroad. The paved highway, perhaps,
is here to stay, the traveler along Catharine Creek no longer subject
to hazards of thick forest or deep morass.
And now we have the trail, that peaceful byway
that takes us close to Nature’s kinder side, free from struggle and
strained effort, where we can experience a sanctuary amid the eternal
bustle in which we live. May it endure, with continuing and constant
care, for the benefit of all who will pass this way for at least the
next two hundred and twenty-four years!
Quoted material taken from:
Journal of the
Military Expedition of Major General John Sullivan, 1779, prepared by
Frederick Cook, 1887, reprinted by University of Michigan, 1967.
Frank W. Steber has been a resident of the Catharine Valley area for 48 years. A retired Watkins Glen High School English teacher, Frank has, for the past 15 years, been writing a weekly column for the Watkins Glen Review and Express.


