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DAVID OSBARN

 

 

      DAVID OSBARN was born in Clark County, Ohio, September 12, 1825, his parents being Isaac and Elizabeth (Rall) Osbarn. The father was a native of New York and the mother of New Jersey. His grandfather, Jacob Rall, a native of New York city, was a soldier of the Revolution, entering the army, with his grandfather, at the age of seventeen. The Ralls were of Dutch origin. After the war Jacob Rall owned a grist-mill in New Jersey, where his daughter Elizabeth was born September 11, 1805. He moved to Ohio, while his daughter was a little girl, and finally settled on a farm in Clark County. Isaac Osbarn died comparatively young, leaving two sons—the subject of this sketch and his brother, Jacob Rall, born November 20, 1830. After some years the mother was married at Carlisle, Ohio, to Joseph Clippinger, a widower of that place. In 1876, on the occasion of Mr. David Osbarn’s visit to his home and the Philadelphia Centennial, they were induced to spend the evening of life with him at Courtland. They enjoyed some years of serene tranquillity in the glorious climate of this section, and here they passed to the better land within a few months of each other. The mother died toward the close of 1885, having passed her eightieth birthday; and the stepfather had preceded her, aged eighty-three. They lie buried side by side in the Sacramento cemetery in a double grave constructed for their remains by the filial care of Mr. Osbarn. Mr. David Osbarn left his home at Carlisle, Ohio, with nine comrades, January 24, 1850, and New York, February 12, for California, by the Isthmus route, arriving at Chagres on February 22. Crossing the isthmus in those days was a peculiar experience for a man brought up amid the civilized environments of an Ohio home. Mr. Osbarn and his companions ascended the Chagres River in canoes "poled" by half-naked natives. When they became overheated by their labors under a burning sun those dark sons of the soil, often of mixed blood, did not hesitate to strip off their blouses, so that while ladies traveling that way have been known to disguise their sex in men’s clothing to mitigate their mortification. At Gorgona they left the canoes to make the remainder of the journey to Panama by mules, along a narrow, jagged track with a dense thicket on either hand. Arrived at Panama, this particular company were confronted by a serious drawback of another character. They were detained forty-eight days waiting for the steamer Sarah Sands, a propeller with four masts, which relied on her sails fully as much as on her engine for making headway. Mr. Osbarn and his party rented a place, bought their supplies and boarded themselves. Finally they left Panama, April 9, with about 300 passengers and a ship’s company of perhaps another hundred persons. They were soon put on short rations for food and water, the condensed steam being utilized and doled out for drinking. The supply of coal was exhausted, and on April 18 they put into San Simeon Bay in distress for wood, water and beef. Passengers volunteered and the seamen gathered about fifty cords of wood. On the 22d they left, but the wind being unfavorable and the wood inadequate to getting up the required amount of steam power, it was found necessary to put back into the bay. A mounted messenger was sent forward to Monterey to procure coal, and the passengers were offered the alternative of going by land. Mr. Osbarn, who had suffered by Panama fever and had been taken aboard before convalescence, concluded to try the land passage to San Francisco. About half the passengers, including Mr. Osbarn and five of his special party, set out by land by way of San Solidad and San Jose missions, and arrived at San Francisco, June 1. The hardships of the land trip had some compensations in the hospitality of the natives and the relief from ocean dangers. Mr. Osbarn and his five companions paid fifty dollars for a ride with a freighter from San Jose to San Francisco. On June 1, they waded knee-deep in sand in the present metropolis, and found but few good buildings. Aside from the custom-house and postoffice there were one or two good hotels and gambling houses, the remainder being shanties and tents. Awaiting the arrival of their baggage and comrades by the steamer for about a week, they bargained with the opposition steamer Hartford for a passage to Sacramento at $25 a head for a club of twenty-five, the fare being $50 each by the regular line. They found Sacramento a "half-dried up mudhole" and largely a city of tents and shanties. The conspicuous exceptions were the Orleans Hotel and the El Dorado gambling-house. It has always been a matter of surprise to thoughtful observers like the subject of this sketch, how men could be such fools as to stake their all against professional gamblers skilled in all the arts of cheating. Before the close of June our party left for the mining region at Georgetown, El Dorado County, by way of Brighton and Coloma. After prospecting around, even into Nevada, and without pleasure or profit, Mr. Osbarn was taken sick. His fibre was not tough enough and the surroundings of mining life were disgusting. Recovering from a months’ illness he bought a team, and making some money bought other teams, kept a hay-yard and a blacksmith shop and had an interest in a store at Michigan Springs. After a time he superintended his business from Sacramento, and suffered heavily with everybody else from the fire and flood of 1852-‘53. His judgment prompting him to return to the permanent and secure pursuits of his youth in Ohio, he bought 160 acres in Yolo County, opposite Courtland, March 4, 1854, where he remained until 1859. Traded his place for improved property in Marysville, which he kept only a year. In 1861 he bought land at Courtland, in this county, and has since become the owner of several ranches in that neighborhood or within a radius of five miles, developing the thick-brush land of those times into the fruit farms of the present. After all these years and much experience and observation, Mr. Osbarn thinks "there’s no place like home," and that the valley of the Sacramento is the garden spot of earth. The subject of this sketch is a gentleman of strong religious and moral convictions, inherited from his Methodist parentage, but his views are rather evangelical than denomination. In politics, he was of the American party in 1854, and has since been a Republican, while he would probably be a Prohibitionist were he entirely satisfied of the wisdom of basing a political party on the temperance reform movement. He recognizes and regrets the tendency to moral decadence in the organized machinery of all political parties. Remaining unmarried through all these long years, Mr. Osbarn’s kindly nature has taken a very special interest in his brother and his family. Jacob Rall Osbarn came to California in 1855 and after remaining here about a year returned to Ohio; where he was married November 25, 1856, at Carlisle, to Miss Mary Martha Clippinger, a native of that State, born December 10, 1834, daughter of Joseph Clippinger, already mentioned. Jacob R. was a soldier in the civil war and after filling his term of service, volunteered again to repel the Morgan raid in Southern Ohio. Some years later he moved with his family to this State, and they have since made their home with him, in city and country. Mr. and Mrs. Jacob R. Osbarn are the parents of three living children: David Horace, born in Ohio, March 23, 1858; Donna Elizabeth, November 4, 1861; Martha Rebecca, "uncle’s baby," July 31, 1875, now attending grammar-school in Sacramento. Donna Elizabeth is married to Henry Elliott, a contractor and builder of Sacramento. They are the parents of Ratie Elizabeth, born October 9, 1883; and of David Osbarn and Donna Orietta, twins, born June 25, 1888. David H. married Miss Agnes Dashiell, a native of this State. They are the parents of two girls.

 

 

Transcribed 9-6-07 Marilyn R. Pankey.

Source: Davis, Hon. Win. J., An Illustrated History of Sacramento County, California. Pages 628-630. Lewis Publishing Company. 1890.


© 2007 Marilyn R. Pankey.

 

 

 



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