See the story under his wife for more details about his life.
Those who knew Charlie Crane told of his stories and vivid imagination. Much of the details of his life are hidden by the years, but he had a love for the land. Having explored the rugged wilds of the Alaskan wilderness, it is easy to see the attraction to the rugged Missouri Breaks where he filed on a homestead and worked to raise a family.
The following poem may well describe the driving soul known as C. H. Crane:
MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH by Robert Service
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High North, you who have known it;
You in whose hearts its splendors have abode;
Can you renounce it, can you disown it?
Can you forget it, its glory and its goad?
Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?
Lost in the limbo of things you've forgot;
Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;
Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!
You who have made good, you foreign faring;
You money magic to far lands has whirled;
Can you forget those days of vast daring,
There with your soul on the Top o' the World?
Nights when no peril could keep you awake on
Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow;
Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon
Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?
Can you remember your huskies all going,
Barking with joy and their brushes in air;
You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,
Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?
Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;
Mountains your throne, and a river your car;
Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;
Forest your couch, and your candle a star.
You who this faint day the High North is luring
Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet;
You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,
Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat:
Honor the High North ever and ever,
Whether she crown you, or whether she slay;
Suffer her fury, cherish and love her -
He who would rule he must learn to obey.
Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you,
Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast.
See, the austere sky, pensive above you,
Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest.
Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,
We who are weaklings honor your worth.
Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,
Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth.
END
Obituary:
From The Jordan Tribune - June 15, 1950 - Page one, col. 6.
Funeral services for Charles H. Crane, who died Saturday, June 3, at the local hospital, were conducted by Rev. John Fitz at Fairview hall last Wednesday.
Charles H. Crane was born in Rock Island, Illinois, on November 10, 1867. When yet a small child, his family moved with him to Corning, Iowa, where he spent the greater portion of his childhood. He was brought up a member of the Methodist church.
As a young man he ventured to the territory of Washington where he drove an ox team for several years. He also surveyed in Alaska for some time. Later, he was attracted to the Montana territory where he settled on a stock ranch near Hunter's Hot Springs. In 1911 he came to what was then, Dawson County, and filed on a homestead in the Blackfoot community.
Charles Crane was united in marriage to Agnes Murray in January, 1912. To this union three children were born.
Mr. Crane resided on his ranch until the last 2 years when the infirmities of old age made medical care necessary. These two years he spent in the local hospital where he passed away on June 3.
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Agnes Crane, one daughter, Mrs. Agnes Kerr, two sons, Alex and Bob Crane; and six grandchildren, all of Garfield county; also one brother, Albert Crane; and two nieces, Mrs. Anna Halverstandt and Mrs. Bill Langstreet, all of Glendale, California.
Those who knew Charlie Crane told of his stories and vivid imagination. Much of the details of his life are hidden by the years, but he had a love for the land. Having explored the rugged wilds of the Alaskan wilderness, it is easy to see the attraction to the rugged Missouri Breaks where he filed on a homestead and worked to raise a family.
The following poem may well describe the driving soul known as C. H. Crane:
MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH by Robert Service
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High North, you who have known it;
You in whose hearts its splendors have abode;
Can you renounce it, can you disown it?
Can you forget it, its glory and its goad?
Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?
Lost in the limbo of things you've forgot;
Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;
Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!
You who have made good, you foreign faring;
You money magic to far lands has whirled;
Can you forget those days of vast daring,
There with your soul on the Top o' the World?
Nights when no peril could keep you awake on
Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow;
Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon
Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?
Can you remember your huskies all going,
Barking with joy and their brushes in air;
You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,
Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?
Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;
Mountains your throne, and a river your car;
Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;
Forest your couch, and your candle a star.
You who this faint day the High North is luring
Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet;
You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,
Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat:
Honor the High North ever and ever,
Whether she crown you, or whether she slay;
Suffer her fury, cherish and love her -
He who would rule he must learn to obey.
Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you,
Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast.
See, the austere sky, pensive above you,
Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest.
Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,
We who are weaklings honor your worth.
Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,
Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth.
END
Obituary:
From The Jordan Tribune - June 15, 1950 - Page one, col. 6.
Funeral services for Charles H. Crane, who died Saturday, June 3, at the local hospital, were conducted by Rev. John Fitz at Fairview hall last Wednesday.
Charles H. Crane was born in Rock Island, Illinois, on November 10, 1867. When yet a small child, his family moved with him to Corning, Iowa, where he spent the greater portion of his childhood. He was brought up a member of the Methodist church.
As a young man he ventured to the territory of Washington where he drove an ox team for several years. He also surveyed in Alaska for some time. Later, he was attracted to the Montana territory where he settled on a stock ranch near Hunter's Hot Springs. In 1911 he came to what was then, Dawson County, and filed on a homestead in the Blackfoot community.
Charles Crane was united in marriage to Agnes Murray in January, 1912. To this union three children were born.
Mr. Crane resided on his ranch until the last 2 years when the infirmities of old age made medical care necessary. These two years he spent in the local hospital where he passed away on June 3.
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Agnes Crane, one daughter, Mrs. Agnes Kerr, two sons, Alex and Bob Crane; and six grandchildren, all of Garfield county; also one brother, Albert Crane; and two nieces, Mrs. Anna Halverstandt and Mrs. Bill Langstreet, all of Glendale, California.
See the story under his wife for more details about his life.
Those who knew Charlie Crane told of his stories and vivid imagination. Much of the details of his life are hidden by the years, but he had a love for the land. Having explored the rugged wilds of the Alaskan wilderness, it is easy to see the attraction to the rugged Missouri Breaks where he filed on a homestead and worked to raise a family.
The following poem may well describe the driving soul known as C. H. Crane:
MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH by Robert Service
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High North, you who have known it;
You in whose hearts its splendors have abode;
Can you renounce it, can you disown it?
Can you forget it, its glory and its goad?
Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?
Lost in the limbo of things you've forgot;
Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;
Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!
You who have made good, you foreign faring;
You money magic to far lands has whirled;
Can you forget those days of vast daring,
There with your soul on the Top o' the World?
Nights when no peril could keep you awake on
Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow;
Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon
Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?
Can you remember your huskies all going,
Barking with joy and their brushes in air;
You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,
Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?
Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;
Mountains your throne, and a river your car;
Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;
Forest your couch, and your candle a star.
You who this faint day the High North is luring
Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet;
You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,
Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat:
Honor the High North ever and ever,
Whether she crown you, or whether she slay;
Suffer her fury, cherish and love her -
He who would rule he must learn to obey.
Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you,
Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast.
See, the austere sky, pensive above you,
Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest.
Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,
We who are weaklings honor your worth.
Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,
Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth.
END
Obituary:
From The Jordan Tribune - June 15, 1950 - Page one, col. 6.
Funeral services for Charles H. Crane, who died Saturday, June 3, at the local hospital, were conducted by Rev. John Fitz at Fairview hall last Wednesday.
Charles H. Crane was born in Rock Island, Illinois, on November 10, 1867. When yet a small child, his family moved with him to Corning, Iowa, where he spent the greater portion of his childhood. He was brought up a member of the Methodist church.
As a young man he ventured to the territory of Washington where he drove an ox team for several years. He also surveyed in Alaska for some time. Later, he was attracted to the Montana territory where he settled on a stock ranch near Hunter's Hot Springs. In 1911 he came to what was then, Dawson County, and filed on a homestead in the Blackfoot community.
Charles Crane was united in marriage to Agnes Murray in January, 1912. To this union three children were born.
Mr. Crane resided on his ranch until the last 2 years when the infirmities of old age made medical care necessary. These two years he spent in the local hospital where he passed away on June 3.
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Agnes Crane, one daughter, Mrs. Agnes Kerr, two sons, Alex and Bob Crane; and six grandchildren, all of Garfield county; also one brother, Albert Crane; and two nieces, Mrs. Anna Halverstandt and Mrs. Bill Langstreet, all of Glendale, California.
Those who knew Charlie Crane told of his stories and vivid imagination. Much of the details of his life are hidden by the years, but he had a love for the land. Having explored the rugged wilds of the Alaskan wilderness, it is easy to see the attraction to the rugged Missouri Breaks where he filed on a homestead and worked to raise a family.
The following poem may well describe the driving soul known as C. H. Crane:
MEN OF THE HIGH NORTH by Robert Service
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High North, you who have known it;
You in whose hearts its splendors have abode;
Can you renounce it, can you disown it?
Can you forget it, its glory and its goad?
Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?
Lost in the limbo of things you've forgot;
Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;
Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!
You who have made good, you foreign faring;
You money magic to far lands has whirled;
Can you forget those days of vast daring,
There with your soul on the Top o' the World?
Nights when no peril could keep you awake on
Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow;
Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon
Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?
Can you remember your huskies all going,
Barking with joy and their brushes in air;
You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,
Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?
Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;
Mountains your throne, and a river your car;
Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;
Forest your couch, and your candle a star.
You who this faint day the High North is luring
Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet;
You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,
Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat:
Honor the High North ever and ever,
Whether she crown you, or whether she slay;
Suffer her fury, cherish and love her -
He who would rule he must learn to obey.
Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you,
Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast.
See, the austere sky, pensive above you,
Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest.
Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,
We who are weaklings honor your worth.
Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,
Let's have a rouse that will ring round the earth.
END
Obituary:
From The Jordan Tribune - June 15, 1950 - Page one, col. 6.
Funeral services for Charles H. Crane, who died Saturday, June 3, at the local hospital, were conducted by Rev. John Fitz at Fairview hall last Wednesday.
Charles H. Crane was born in Rock Island, Illinois, on November 10, 1867. When yet a small child, his family moved with him to Corning, Iowa, where he spent the greater portion of his childhood. He was brought up a member of the Methodist church.
As a young man he ventured to the territory of Washington where he drove an ox team for several years. He also surveyed in Alaska for some time. Later, he was attracted to the Montana territory where he settled on a stock ranch near Hunter's Hot Springs. In 1911 he came to what was then, Dawson County, and filed on a homestead in the Blackfoot community.
Charles Crane was united in marriage to Agnes Murray in January, 1912. To this union three children were born.
Mr. Crane resided on his ranch until the last 2 years when the infirmities of old age made medical care necessary. These two years he spent in the local hospital where he passed away on June 3.
He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Agnes Crane, one daughter, Mrs. Agnes Kerr, two sons, Alex and Bob Crane; and six grandchildren, all of Garfield county; also one brother, Albert Crane; and two nieces, Mrs. Anna Halverstandt and Mrs. Bill Langstreet, all of Glendale, California.
Gravesite Details
It was very muddy the day he was buried. It snowed the next day.
