Edward was the son of Elbridge Gerry Duvall, Sr. (1815-1891) and Emily Lucelia Fendall (1814-1872).
Edward married Emma A. Dunn (1849-1892).
Emma came to Oregon from New York, New York, via the Isthmus of Panama. She had a brother, S. J. Dunn who also lived in Gopher Valley, Oregon.
Edward and Emma had the following children:
1) Charles Edward Duvall b. 1-29-1869 d. 3-16-1920 Yamhill Co., OR.
m. Nellie M. "Nettie" Thompson (1888-1922)
2) Lucia Duvall
m. Oscar Ransonbaugh
3) Elbridge Gerry Duvall III b. 7-1-1884 Sheridan, Yamhill Co., OR. d. 3-18-1963 Portland, OR.
m. Pauline Delores (Fundman) Duncan (1897-1972).
The following story was written in 1926 and appeared in the Sheridan paper. It was written by Edward's cousin, Elbridge Gerry Fendall (1860-1926)
The Story of the Too-too-te-nae Mary
Thinking that a few of the main facts connected with the naming of the beautiful spring from which Sheridan gets her water supply would be of interest to your readers and especially to those who live in the town; and as there are not many men now living who know the truth about this romantic name, I am sending you this article for publication.
In the late fifties there came to Oregon from New York City a young man by the name of Edward Fendall Duvall, the son of well to do parents. He had been given every possible advantage, sent to the best schools and all that, but in spite of it all being of a rollicking fun-loving disposition he was constantly running amuck, bringing disgrace and anguish to his loving and indulgent parents, who finally in despair, made arrangements to send him to Oregon to the home of his uncle, his mother's brother Charles Edward Fendall of Willamina Valley.
Young Duvall was put aboard a sailing vessel, given a first class berth and started on the long voyage, via Cape Horn to Portland, Oregon. After having been at sea a few days and having become tired of the monotony of cabin life, he got out among the vessels crew from time to time, mingling with them in the ups and downs of a sailors life. The trip being long and tedious it was almost a year from the time the vessel left New York until its arrival in Portland. Meanwhile Young Duvall had developed into a full-fledged "Jack Tar" and could hold his own with the best of them, whatever their game might be. He had tattoo markings on his arms and chest which remained for life. He was received at the Fendall home with open arms and was soon established as a member of the family.
Never having lived on a farm everything was new to him and of course he had much to learn. Among his first accomplishments was learning to ride a horse. This done he would take his gun in hand and of which his Uncle had a generous supply. He would ride the hills from daylight until dark and then come hot on the track. He mingled with the Indians, learned to speak fluently the Chinook Jargon, in fact, could beat any native at the game. He would visit at their homes, share in their feasts and games, taking an active part in their sports and pastimes, all of which was pleasing to them and they called him the "Tyee Boston" a leader at their sports. It happened while attending one of their big "powwows" that he met a beautiful young Indian maiden from the Siletz reservation, known among her people as Too-too-te-nae Mary. Young Duvall fell for her charms and began to pay her every attention, that was calculated to win her affections. The dusky braves among her people who had been aspiring for her hand were relegated to the waiting line, never to be reinstated. Thus the romance began. The "debonair" young "Bostonian" had cast his hat in the ring to win by fair means or foul. They were frequently together. For these young people "Loves Golden Dream" was on in earnest and on one occasion the "Tyee Boston" carried the beautiful Mary on his own horse, "she riding behind him" to an Indian gathering held on Wapato Lake near the present site of Gaston.
The old saying that the course of true love never runs smoothly was true in their case. After a year or so of ardent courtship they separated on summers evening on the banks of the rippling Yamhill, never to meet again. An unexpected call came suddenly from his home city urging him to come home at once. While with his own people he was prevailed upon to give up the love affair with the Indian damsel of the West. He married a good woman of his own race while he was away and was absent from Oregon about four years. Upon his return he settled in Gopher Valley on a farm purchased and equipped by his father through his Uncle, Mr. Fendall where he spent the remainder of his life.
As to the Indian maiden, she waited in vain for his coming and with hope long deferred finally pined away died of a broken heart. Long before the gallant young New Yorker came back to the west the beautiful Too-too-te-nae Mary was "sleeping beneath Oregon's tall pines".
Years had passed away. One day in summer while hunting in the mountains west of Gopher, Edward F. Duvall came to the clear, sparkling waters of the beautiful spring that gurgles from the mountain. After stooping to quench his thirst in the life giving waters a picture came into his mind and with bowed head these words were spoken. "God being my witness and in His presence I say hence forth this spring and streamlet shall be known as the Too-too-te-nae Mary dedicated to the memory of the beautiful Indian maiden from the sugar pine groves of Southern Oregon".
Allow me to say in conclusion that Mr. Duvall always interpreted the meaning of the name as the beautiful Mary. In this however, he was mistaken as the writer while attending court at Toledo in Lincoln County a few years ago, had the opportunity of hearing this explained. Some question had been raised relative to the title of some Indian lands on Siletz reserve, and among names mentioned was that of Too-too-te-nae Jim, and the aged interpreter explained that the prefix was the tribal name. This Jim being a member of the Too-too-te-nae tribe of Southern Oregon and generally included among the Rogue River Indians, as here among our home tribes generally spoken of as the Willamette Valley Indians, at the same time embracing a number of distinct tribes, such as Calapoia, Molalla, Clackamas, Yamhill, Wapato Lake, etc. Among the same tribes would be Indians with the same given name for instance Yamhill Joe, Wapato Lake Dave, Clackamas Jim, etc., to distinguish them from men of some other tribe that might have been given the same name. Hence, the name Too-too-te-nae Mary.
And now with the earnest hope that the people of Sheridan who are daily enjoying the lifegiving water of this beautiful spring will take time for a thought to the memory of the Indian maiden for whom it was named and for the man to whom that memory was sacred.
Edward F. Duvall of Gopher Valley
Elbridge Gerry Fendall,
Newberg, Oregon
January 30, 1926
Edward married Emma A. Dunn (1849-1892).
Emma came to Oregon from New York, New York, via the Isthmus of Panama. She had a brother, S. J. Dunn who also lived in Gopher Valley, Oregon.
Edward and Emma had the following children:
1) Charles Edward Duvall b. 1-29-1869 d. 3-16-1920 Yamhill Co., OR.
m. Nellie M. "Nettie" Thompson (1888-1922)
2) Lucia Duvall
m. Oscar Ransonbaugh
3) Elbridge Gerry Duvall III b. 7-1-1884 Sheridan, Yamhill Co., OR. d. 3-18-1963 Portland, OR.
m. Pauline Delores (Fundman) Duncan (1897-1972).
The following story was written in 1926 and appeared in the Sheridan paper. It was written by Edward's cousin, Elbridge Gerry Fendall (1860-1926)
The Story of the Too-too-te-nae Mary
Thinking that a few of the main facts connected with the naming of the beautiful spring from which Sheridan gets her water supply would be of interest to your readers and especially to those who live in the town; and as there are not many men now living who know the truth about this romantic name, I am sending you this article for publication.
In the late fifties there came to Oregon from New York City a young man by the name of Edward Fendall Duvall, the son of well to do parents. He had been given every possible advantage, sent to the best schools and all that, but in spite of it all being of a rollicking fun-loving disposition he was constantly running amuck, bringing disgrace and anguish to his loving and indulgent parents, who finally in despair, made arrangements to send him to Oregon to the home of his uncle, his mother's brother Charles Edward Fendall of Willamina Valley.
Young Duvall was put aboard a sailing vessel, given a first class berth and started on the long voyage, via Cape Horn to Portland, Oregon. After having been at sea a few days and having become tired of the monotony of cabin life, he got out among the vessels crew from time to time, mingling with them in the ups and downs of a sailors life. The trip being long and tedious it was almost a year from the time the vessel left New York until its arrival in Portland. Meanwhile Young Duvall had developed into a full-fledged "Jack Tar" and could hold his own with the best of them, whatever their game might be. He had tattoo markings on his arms and chest which remained for life. He was received at the Fendall home with open arms and was soon established as a member of the family.
Never having lived on a farm everything was new to him and of course he had much to learn. Among his first accomplishments was learning to ride a horse. This done he would take his gun in hand and of which his Uncle had a generous supply. He would ride the hills from daylight until dark and then come hot on the track. He mingled with the Indians, learned to speak fluently the Chinook Jargon, in fact, could beat any native at the game. He would visit at their homes, share in their feasts and games, taking an active part in their sports and pastimes, all of which was pleasing to them and they called him the "Tyee Boston" a leader at their sports. It happened while attending one of their big "powwows" that he met a beautiful young Indian maiden from the Siletz reservation, known among her people as Too-too-te-nae Mary. Young Duvall fell for her charms and began to pay her every attention, that was calculated to win her affections. The dusky braves among her people who had been aspiring for her hand were relegated to the waiting line, never to be reinstated. Thus the romance began. The "debonair" young "Bostonian" had cast his hat in the ring to win by fair means or foul. They were frequently together. For these young people "Loves Golden Dream" was on in earnest and on one occasion the "Tyee Boston" carried the beautiful Mary on his own horse, "she riding behind him" to an Indian gathering held on Wapato Lake near the present site of Gaston.
The old saying that the course of true love never runs smoothly was true in their case. After a year or so of ardent courtship they separated on summers evening on the banks of the rippling Yamhill, never to meet again. An unexpected call came suddenly from his home city urging him to come home at once. While with his own people he was prevailed upon to give up the love affair with the Indian damsel of the West. He married a good woman of his own race while he was away and was absent from Oregon about four years. Upon his return he settled in Gopher Valley on a farm purchased and equipped by his father through his Uncle, Mr. Fendall where he spent the remainder of his life.
As to the Indian maiden, she waited in vain for his coming and with hope long deferred finally pined away died of a broken heart. Long before the gallant young New Yorker came back to the west the beautiful Too-too-te-nae Mary was "sleeping beneath Oregon's tall pines".
Years had passed away. One day in summer while hunting in the mountains west of Gopher, Edward F. Duvall came to the clear, sparkling waters of the beautiful spring that gurgles from the mountain. After stooping to quench his thirst in the life giving waters a picture came into his mind and with bowed head these words were spoken. "God being my witness and in His presence I say hence forth this spring and streamlet shall be known as the Too-too-te-nae Mary dedicated to the memory of the beautiful Indian maiden from the sugar pine groves of Southern Oregon".
Allow me to say in conclusion that Mr. Duvall always interpreted the meaning of the name as the beautiful Mary. In this however, he was mistaken as the writer while attending court at Toledo in Lincoln County a few years ago, had the opportunity of hearing this explained. Some question had been raised relative to the title of some Indian lands on Siletz reserve, and among names mentioned was that of Too-too-te-nae Jim, and the aged interpreter explained that the prefix was the tribal name. This Jim being a member of the Too-too-te-nae tribe of Southern Oregon and generally included among the Rogue River Indians, as here among our home tribes generally spoken of as the Willamette Valley Indians, at the same time embracing a number of distinct tribes, such as Calapoia, Molalla, Clackamas, Yamhill, Wapato Lake, etc. Among the same tribes would be Indians with the same given name for instance Yamhill Joe, Wapato Lake Dave, Clackamas Jim, etc., to distinguish them from men of some other tribe that might have been given the same name. Hence, the name Too-too-te-nae Mary.
And now with the earnest hope that the people of Sheridan who are daily enjoying the lifegiving water of this beautiful spring will take time for a thought to the memory of the Indian maiden for whom it was named and for the man to whom that memory was sacred.
Edward F. Duvall of Gopher Valley
Elbridge Gerry Fendall,
Newberg, Oregon
January 30, 1926
Edward was the son of Elbridge Gerry Duvall, Sr. (1815-1891) and Emily Lucelia Fendall (1814-1872).
Edward married Emma A. Dunn (1849-1892).
Emma came to Oregon from New York, New York, via the Isthmus of Panama. She had a brother, S. J. Dunn who also lived in Gopher Valley, Oregon.
Edward and Emma had the following children:
1) Charles Edward Duvall b. 1-29-1869 d. 3-16-1920 Yamhill Co., OR.
m. Nellie M. "Nettie" Thompson (1888-1922)
2) Lucia Duvall
m. Oscar Ransonbaugh
3) Elbridge Gerry Duvall III b. 7-1-1884 Sheridan, Yamhill Co., OR. d. 3-18-1963 Portland, OR.
m. Pauline Delores (Fundman) Duncan (1897-1972).
The following story was written in 1926 and appeared in the Sheridan paper. It was written by Edward's cousin, Elbridge Gerry Fendall (1860-1926)
The Story of the Too-too-te-nae Mary
Thinking that a few of the main facts connected with the naming of the beautiful spring from which Sheridan gets her water supply would be of interest to your readers and especially to those who live in the town; and as there are not many men now living who know the truth about this romantic name, I am sending you this article for publication.
In the late fifties there came to Oregon from New York City a young man by the name of Edward Fendall Duvall, the son of well to do parents. He had been given every possible advantage, sent to the best schools and all that, but in spite of it all being of a rollicking fun-loving disposition he was constantly running amuck, bringing disgrace and anguish to his loving and indulgent parents, who finally in despair, made arrangements to send him to Oregon to the home of his uncle, his mother's brother Charles Edward Fendall of Willamina Valley.
Young Duvall was put aboard a sailing vessel, given a first class berth and started on the long voyage, via Cape Horn to Portland, Oregon. After having been at sea a few days and having become tired of the monotony of cabin life, he got out among the vessels crew from time to time, mingling with them in the ups and downs of a sailors life. The trip being long and tedious it was almost a year from the time the vessel left New York until its arrival in Portland. Meanwhile Young Duvall had developed into a full-fledged "Jack Tar" and could hold his own with the best of them, whatever their game might be. He had tattoo markings on his arms and chest which remained for life. He was received at the Fendall home with open arms and was soon established as a member of the family.
Never having lived on a farm everything was new to him and of course he had much to learn. Among his first accomplishments was learning to ride a horse. This done he would take his gun in hand and of which his Uncle had a generous supply. He would ride the hills from daylight until dark and then come hot on the track. He mingled with the Indians, learned to speak fluently the Chinook Jargon, in fact, could beat any native at the game. He would visit at their homes, share in their feasts and games, taking an active part in their sports and pastimes, all of which was pleasing to them and they called him the "Tyee Boston" a leader at their sports. It happened while attending one of their big "powwows" that he met a beautiful young Indian maiden from the Siletz reservation, known among her people as Too-too-te-nae Mary. Young Duvall fell for her charms and began to pay her every attention, that was calculated to win her affections. The dusky braves among her people who had been aspiring for her hand were relegated to the waiting line, never to be reinstated. Thus the romance began. The "debonair" young "Bostonian" had cast his hat in the ring to win by fair means or foul. They were frequently together. For these young people "Loves Golden Dream" was on in earnest and on one occasion the "Tyee Boston" carried the beautiful Mary on his own horse, "she riding behind him" to an Indian gathering held on Wapato Lake near the present site of Gaston.
The old saying that the course of true love never runs smoothly was true in their case. After a year or so of ardent courtship they separated on summers evening on the banks of the rippling Yamhill, never to meet again. An unexpected call came suddenly from his home city urging him to come home at once. While with his own people he was prevailed upon to give up the love affair with the Indian damsel of the West. He married a good woman of his own race while he was away and was absent from Oregon about four years. Upon his return he settled in Gopher Valley on a farm purchased and equipped by his father through his Uncle, Mr. Fendall where he spent the remainder of his life.
As to the Indian maiden, she waited in vain for his coming and with hope long deferred finally pined away died of a broken heart. Long before the gallant young New Yorker came back to the west the beautiful Too-too-te-nae Mary was "sleeping beneath Oregon's tall pines".
Years had passed away. One day in summer while hunting in the mountains west of Gopher, Edward F. Duvall came to the clear, sparkling waters of the beautiful spring that gurgles from the mountain. After stooping to quench his thirst in the life giving waters a picture came into his mind and with bowed head these words were spoken. "God being my witness and in His presence I say hence forth this spring and streamlet shall be known as the Too-too-te-nae Mary dedicated to the memory of the beautiful Indian maiden from the sugar pine groves of Southern Oregon".
Allow me to say in conclusion that Mr. Duvall always interpreted the meaning of the name as the beautiful Mary. In this however, he was mistaken as the writer while attending court at Toledo in Lincoln County a few years ago, had the opportunity of hearing this explained. Some question had been raised relative to the title of some Indian lands on Siletz reserve, and among names mentioned was that of Too-too-te-nae Jim, and the aged interpreter explained that the prefix was the tribal name. This Jim being a member of the Too-too-te-nae tribe of Southern Oregon and generally included among the Rogue River Indians, as here among our home tribes generally spoken of as the Willamette Valley Indians, at the same time embracing a number of distinct tribes, such as Calapoia, Molalla, Clackamas, Yamhill, Wapato Lake, etc. Among the same tribes would be Indians with the same given name for instance Yamhill Joe, Wapato Lake Dave, Clackamas Jim, etc., to distinguish them from men of some other tribe that might have been given the same name. Hence, the name Too-too-te-nae Mary.
And now with the earnest hope that the people of Sheridan who are daily enjoying the lifegiving water of this beautiful spring will take time for a thought to the memory of the Indian maiden for whom it was named and for the man to whom that memory was sacred.
Edward F. Duvall of Gopher Valley
Elbridge Gerry Fendall,
Newberg, Oregon
January 30, 1926
Edward married Emma A. Dunn (1849-1892).
Emma came to Oregon from New York, New York, via the Isthmus of Panama. She had a brother, S. J. Dunn who also lived in Gopher Valley, Oregon.
Edward and Emma had the following children:
1) Charles Edward Duvall b. 1-29-1869 d. 3-16-1920 Yamhill Co., OR.
m. Nellie M. "Nettie" Thompson (1888-1922)
2) Lucia Duvall
m. Oscar Ransonbaugh
3) Elbridge Gerry Duvall III b. 7-1-1884 Sheridan, Yamhill Co., OR. d. 3-18-1963 Portland, OR.
m. Pauline Delores (Fundman) Duncan (1897-1972).
The following story was written in 1926 and appeared in the Sheridan paper. It was written by Edward's cousin, Elbridge Gerry Fendall (1860-1926)
The Story of the Too-too-te-nae Mary
Thinking that a few of the main facts connected with the naming of the beautiful spring from which Sheridan gets her water supply would be of interest to your readers and especially to those who live in the town; and as there are not many men now living who know the truth about this romantic name, I am sending you this article for publication.
In the late fifties there came to Oregon from New York City a young man by the name of Edward Fendall Duvall, the son of well to do parents. He had been given every possible advantage, sent to the best schools and all that, but in spite of it all being of a rollicking fun-loving disposition he was constantly running amuck, bringing disgrace and anguish to his loving and indulgent parents, who finally in despair, made arrangements to send him to Oregon to the home of his uncle, his mother's brother Charles Edward Fendall of Willamina Valley.
Young Duvall was put aboard a sailing vessel, given a first class berth and started on the long voyage, via Cape Horn to Portland, Oregon. After having been at sea a few days and having become tired of the monotony of cabin life, he got out among the vessels crew from time to time, mingling with them in the ups and downs of a sailors life. The trip being long and tedious it was almost a year from the time the vessel left New York until its arrival in Portland. Meanwhile Young Duvall had developed into a full-fledged "Jack Tar" and could hold his own with the best of them, whatever their game might be. He had tattoo markings on his arms and chest which remained for life. He was received at the Fendall home with open arms and was soon established as a member of the family.
Never having lived on a farm everything was new to him and of course he had much to learn. Among his first accomplishments was learning to ride a horse. This done he would take his gun in hand and of which his Uncle had a generous supply. He would ride the hills from daylight until dark and then come hot on the track. He mingled with the Indians, learned to speak fluently the Chinook Jargon, in fact, could beat any native at the game. He would visit at their homes, share in their feasts and games, taking an active part in their sports and pastimes, all of which was pleasing to them and they called him the "Tyee Boston" a leader at their sports. It happened while attending one of their big "powwows" that he met a beautiful young Indian maiden from the Siletz reservation, known among her people as Too-too-te-nae Mary. Young Duvall fell for her charms and began to pay her every attention, that was calculated to win her affections. The dusky braves among her people who had been aspiring for her hand were relegated to the waiting line, never to be reinstated. Thus the romance began. The "debonair" young "Bostonian" had cast his hat in the ring to win by fair means or foul. They were frequently together. For these young people "Loves Golden Dream" was on in earnest and on one occasion the "Tyee Boston" carried the beautiful Mary on his own horse, "she riding behind him" to an Indian gathering held on Wapato Lake near the present site of Gaston.
The old saying that the course of true love never runs smoothly was true in their case. After a year or so of ardent courtship they separated on summers evening on the banks of the rippling Yamhill, never to meet again. An unexpected call came suddenly from his home city urging him to come home at once. While with his own people he was prevailed upon to give up the love affair with the Indian damsel of the West. He married a good woman of his own race while he was away and was absent from Oregon about four years. Upon his return he settled in Gopher Valley on a farm purchased and equipped by his father through his Uncle, Mr. Fendall where he spent the remainder of his life.
As to the Indian maiden, she waited in vain for his coming and with hope long deferred finally pined away died of a broken heart. Long before the gallant young New Yorker came back to the west the beautiful Too-too-te-nae Mary was "sleeping beneath Oregon's tall pines".
Years had passed away. One day in summer while hunting in the mountains west of Gopher, Edward F. Duvall came to the clear, sparkling waters of the beautiful spring that gurgles from the mountain. After stooping to quench his thirst in the life giving waters a picture came into his mind and with bowed head these words were spoken. "God being my witness and in His presence I say hence forth this spring and streamlet shall be known as the Too-too-te-nae Mary dedicated to the memory of the beautiful Indian maiden from the sugar pine groves of Southern Oregon".
Allow me to say in conclusion that Mr. Duvall always interpreted the meaning of the name as the beautiful Mary. In this however, he was mistaken as the writer while attending court at Toledo in Lincoln County a few years ago, had the opportunity of hearing this explained. Some question had been raised relative to the title of some Indian lands on Siletz reserve, and among names mentioned was that of Too-too-te-nae Jim, and the aged interpreter explained that the prefix was the tribal name. This Jim being a member of the Too-too-te-nae tribe of Southern Oregon and generally included among the Rogue River Indians, as here among our home tribes generally spoken of as the Willamette Valley Indians, at the same time embracing a number of distinct tribes, such as Calapoia, Molalla, Clackamas, Yamhill, Wapato Lake, etc. Among the same tribes would be Indians with the same given name for instance Yamhill Joe, Wapato Lake Dave, Clackamas Jim, etc., to distinguish them from men of some other tribe that might have been given the same name. Hence, the name Too-too-te-nae Mary.
And now with the earnest hope that the people of Sheridan who are daily enjoying the lifegiving water of this beautiful spring will take time for a thought to the memory of the Indian maiden for whom it was named and for the man to whom that memory was sacred.
Edward F. Duvall of Gopher Valley
Elbridge Gerry Fendall,
Newberg, Oregon
January 30, 1926
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