This little gore about six miles long with an average width of two miles, is but a fragment of what was White River, which once extended far and wide but was successively denuded of portions of its territory until now less than half a regular township is left.  It is in the Northwest corner of the county, range XVIII West, Township XII North, and is bounded on the North by Claybanks in Oceana Co., on the East by Montague, South by White Lake, West by Lake Michigan.  The earliest settlement was at the mouth, and the first settler was Charles Mears, who, however, found certain men holding a claim for Hiram Pearson of Chicago, afterwards abandoned.  Mears came in 1836, entering the White Lake by the old mouth which is to the North of the present channel and entered the lakes by sailing nearly a mile South.  The Southern half of the town is drained by a creek, which runs into the lake through a bayou and thence, the old channel.  The Northeast by Flower Creek, which crosses into Claybanks.  There are a good many German farmers settled in the North.

    In the North of White River there is considerable black muck, some with clay.  To the North is the township now named Claybanks, where the Indians had cleared large tracts and planted corn.

    We find it impossible to get an authentic municipal history of this township, owing to the township board of 1859 solemnly burning up the books, because some tangle in the funds.  This was certainly a new way to pay old debts.  They thought they would start life anew with a clear balance sheet.  What a simple way of cutting the Gordian knot this was, and how often many a puzzled bookkeeper would like to adopt this primitive method of settling accounts.

    White River Township at first extended from Manistee to Grand Haven and ever so far inland.  The first white child born at White River was probably the son of John Hanson, a Swede, now of Claybanks.  The first preacher was Deacon Bennett, the good old colored man.  The first sawmill was Ferry’s.  The first hotel was that of A. A. Cain and Claus P. Cushway.  There is still pointed out to this day an old dead tree in front of Bruce’s store, where in 1858, a sailor who had committed some petty crime, was taken by the crowd and hanged on a limb until he was very nearly dead.  They would then take him down and have a drink and hang him again.  They got so drunk at last that they forgot to cut him down and he would have perished had it not been for Mrs. Storms.

    Among the earliest representatives of this town were the Daltons, I. E. Carleton, and Jesse D. Pullman.

    In 1859 when the county was set apart from Ottawa, G. W. Rathbone, a sawmill owner, was supervisor for White River, Peter Dalton for Dalton, and I. E. Carleton for Oceana.  All these were opposed to the union with Muskegon, and wished to be a portion of Oceana County, or at least of a new county, with a part of Oceana in it.  In 1860, N. H. Ferry was supervisor of White River, and was elected chairman.  He was re-elected in 1861.  In 1863 Dr. J. A. Wheeler took the office, and in 1864 J. B. Watson was elected, followed by  Dr. Wheeler in 1865.  In 1866 John Welch took the office, in 1868 P. W. Sumner, in 1859 Jas. H. Deming, in 1870-1-2-3-4 S. J. B. Watson again, in 1875-6-7 Jas Whelan, since 1878 A. Rowe has been supervisor.

    The first sailing vessel that passed through the mouth up to White River was the schooner Telegram owned by the Ferry’s and with one, McConnell as captain.  Capacity, 80,000 feet of lumber, but it could not pass the bar at the mouth with a full load and was filled by lighters.  She came to on the first of August, 1865 drawing three and one-half feet of water, and scraping on the bar.  Nothing g was done in the way of

until 1855, when the Ferrys made slab piers in the old or natural channel a short distance to the North of the present harbor.  Jesse Pullman took the first poles about 8 inches in diameter, and put slabs across to hold them, making a crib three feet wide and eighty feet long, loaded so as to draw eighteen inches of water.  This was done at the mill ands there accompanied this a lighter loaded with slabs to sink the raft when in position.  The raft, however, grounded before reaching the proper place, and had to be unloaded and pried into position.  This was added to until a permanent structure was secured.  Before this, large rafts of logs had to be towed by oxen along the shore, or poled in rafts, or carried by sail vessels, taken out by lighters to schooners in deep water outside on Lake Michigan, about 5,000 feet at a time, and thence to Grand Haven.

    There was a bed of white marl at the mouth, whence came some suppose the Indians called the water White Lake.  This was dredged by Noah Ferry and washed away by the current.

    The first shipwreck after this was I. E. Carleton’s schooner, North Yuba, loaded with supplies, which were all lost with one man.  This was in December, 1855.

    The schooners Abigail, Kent and Magic, wintered on the beach in 1856-7.  The first was overhauled and rebuilt by Capt. Sims, her owner.  The schooner, G. Barber, wintered on the beach in 1857-8 but was repaired in the Spring.

    In the spring of 1858 there was a tidal wave which rose six feet, washed over the docks, and “played hob” generally.  The people thought the judgment day had come.  The wave set a lighter on end thirty feet above its level, put out fires of the mills at Muskegon, and extended below Grand Haven.

    In 1860 when Joseph Heald came in there was but one horse team in Newaygo Co., and he brought in a horse and buckboard, which was the first carriage seen in the White River region.  There was but a weekly mail to the Mouth.

    Charley Cushway who came to the mouth in 1849, says the only white family when he arrived was the Laffertys who were getting out shingles, that C. Mears’ first schooner was the Honest John, and the sloop Ranger, John Hanson, Captain, carried fifteen cords of shingle bolts.  Cushway returned in 1851, found Joseph Stebbins running Ferry’s mill. P. Hobler getting out shingle bolts, and he and A. A. Cain rented a hotel of Hobler, half log and half frame.  There was no farming then except in a small way by Alex Williams and Deacon Bennett.
 

    Through the kindness of Mr. I. M. Weston we are permitted to give the following letter from an old friend of his now in Chicago.  We omit the name, but many will know the writer from the incidents he mentions:
    “I left Chicago on the schooner Levant, Capt. Connell, in the Spring of 1859 for White Lake, and after a rough passage of forty-eight hours we came to anchor off White Lake, and with our Yawl went ashore, thus for the first time setting foot on White River, taking the place vacated by our old friend, George E. Dowling, who had left for California.  At the Mouth was the old Ferry mill and store.  On the opposite side of the bayou was Cain’s and Hobb’s hotels.  The Ferry store, in which I was duly installed as chief and only clerk, was the only one on White River, the store of the Carleton’s having been given up or sold out.  The Long Point mill started up during the season, and a few goods were brought in by Luscomb & Pierce, our old friend, Col. Monyhan, officiating as general superintendent, &c.  The old ‘Jewell’ mill was lying idle.  On the site where Monatgue now stands was the old Sargent house and barn.  On the site where Whitehall now stands the old Covell buildings.  The Mears store was built during the season.  The Rogers mill was bought by Rathbone & Co., and Governor Rathbone went there that season, and near it Carleton & Dalton ran the steamer Oceana.  During the season N. H. Ferry bought the steamer Croton, and brought her to White River.  There she was commanded two seasons by Capt. Sims.  The school was taught by Phoebe Clark, Mrs. Mary McLaughlin teaching in the ‘Naske’ district, and Miss Nettie G. Hubbard taught in the Sargent district.  Saturdays the teachers in the out-of-town districts came to town to stay over Sundays.  During the Fall of 1850 Rev. Mr. Chapin was sent to White River by the M. E. Conference, and preached once in two weeks at the school house, and succeeded in awakening considerable religious enthusiasm.  In the spring of 1860, as a result of his labors, a Sabbath School was organized, with W. H. Woodbury, Superintendent; Geo. E. Dowling, Assistant Superintendent; Miss Emily Burrows (now Mrs. Capt. Dalton), Librarian.  Money was raised and books bought, and the school progressed finely.  My failure as chorister was made painfully apparent during the early part of Mr. Chapin’s ministrations.  The ‘Young America’ portion of the congregation looked to me as leader, while the older and more conservative part looked up to Bro. Bennett, with his good old plantation tunes, or Bro. Friday, with his self-adjusting, telescopic tune that would, under his manipulation, suit any metre.  On one occasion Bro. Chapin gave out a short metre hymn at the close of which your humble servant struck up a familiar tune, in which all joined, but found to our sorrow that at the end of the first line there was tune left.  Nothing daunted, we tried again with the same result, when Bro. Friday, with his self-adjusting, &c., tune, and carried it through in ample form, since which time I have never essayed to be chorister.”

    “We had weekly mails, and when we saw old man Brittain, or his son Ralph, with their two ponies loaded down with mail bags, all hands would go to the post office to wait until the worthy P. M., S. J. B. Watson, would distribute the mail to us.”

    Capt. James Dalton states that the first Fourth of July celebration in White River was in 1848, in the presence of about fifty Indians and twenty whites.  The captain was the orator of the day, and after a sumptuous repast of pork and beans, the whites hurrahed and the Indians, who felt quite patriotic, joined in the shout.  The schooner Mitchell hoisted the flag.  There were about half a dozen of the fair sex in White River then.
 
 

as the entrance to White River is called, is a beautiful and romantic spot, and it will probably soon be a fashionable summer resort for those who love pleasant rural scenery, pure lake breezes, and splendid bathing and boating.  The shore of the lake here is, as usual, a range of sand extending for about one hundred yards, and then high sand bluffs abruptly rising from the sandy plain and covered with forests of pine, maple and other beautiful foliage.  To the south of the Mouth is the beautiful and extensive pleasure grove of I. M. Weston, Esq., who is fully alive to the aesthetic and financial qualities of such a location, and generously allows the public to use it to the fullest extent.  There is already, overlooking the inland lake, a covered pavilion for dancers and picnickers, and it is probable that a summer hotel will be built on the bluff on the Lake Michigan side.  The grove lies like an isthmus between the broad and breezy waters of Lake Michigan, almost the largest fresh water sheet in the world, and the bright little inland White Lake, and constant communication can be had by steam ferries or private boats with the pleasant and hospitable villages of Whitehall and Montague, about five miles off at the head of the lake.  In summer the grounds are daily used by parties of pleasure-seekers, who drink in renewed strength in these halcyon days.

    The lighthouse and Government piers are substantial structures and are on an artificial channel.  Still farther to the north winds the old channel on its tortuous route, the old Mouth being closed up and the waters running up to the northeast in a long bayou.  At the old Mouth is the first historical spot of White Lake history.  Here were enacted the stirring scenes of pioneer days.  All now is ruinous and decayed – a ruined saw mill here, a tumble-down boarding house there, a few fisherman’s huts, with nets drying on the sand, and the reader has a true picture of the old Mouth in 1882.  The route of trade has taken another channel, and nature has closed up what once was the only entrance into a rich lumbering region.  The new Mouth is well chosen and a great deal of time is saved by getting direct to and from the lake.

    The light House is situated on south side of the channel, and shows a white light varied every minute by a red flash.  The illuminator is catadioptric of the fourth order, lighting 180 degrees of horizon.  Local plane 38 feet above ground, and 57 above mean lake level.  The light is clear weather, on a vessel’s deck 10 feet above water, can be seen fourteen miles.  Structure is brick, one and a half stories high, with a square tower on N.W. corner, of yellow unpainted brick.  The location is latitude 43, 22 minutes N., longitude 86 deg. 25 minutes West.

    Several wrecks have occurred at the Mouth of White Lake, in one of which a large number of men, in 1837, were cast on the almost desolate shore late in the Fall, and so frozen that their limbs were amputated by Dr. Charles Shepherd, of Grand Rapids, who had to come all the way, over fifty miles, through the wilderness to perform the operations, which he did with great skill and success.

    Moses Valois, fisherman, describes the memorable wreck of the Woodruff, in September, 1877, in rescuing the crew of which he took an active part.  The Woodruff had lost most of her canvas and also her anchor off Big Point Sauble, and with the few remaining rags she made her way to the mouth, where a portion of her crew came ashore to telegraph for a tug to tow her back to Grand Haven.  Upon returning to the vessel the heavy wind had increased to a terrible gale, the boat was dragging her small anchor, which she had retained, and the crew awaited in suspense the rapidly approaching moment when she would strike the beach.  Their fears were soon realized and instantly the small boat was lowered away, but the moment it touched the raging breakers it filled with water, and Breaking the painter it was tossed like an eggshell far out of reach of the despairing crew, while the rapidly gathering crowd on the beach stood powerless before the ill-fated vessel unable to lend a helping hand or suggest a thought toward rescue.  A dispatch was sent to Grand Haven for a lifeboat, and this fact conveyed to the crew by means of large letters, inspired them with a gleam of hope, while the miserable hours dragged by before the coming of the boat.  But they were doomed to disappointment, for upon the arrival of the boat the line, which was shot out to them, got caught on the bottom, and all efforts to remove it were unavailing.  In despair the crew then took to the water, and as the waves threw them upon the beach with all signs of life apparently extinct, they were seized by the friends and everything that lay within the power of willing hands and kindly hearts was done in the work of resuscitation.  Gradually the groans of anguish told of the success of these efforts, and the crew passed from apparent death to life again, excepting two who were beyond the reach of human effort.