The Pig War of San Juan Island

In the early 1800’s, as settlers moved westward across America, a dispute arose between the Americans and the British over ownership of the Oregon Country, land covering much of today’s Pacific Northwest, stretching from Oregon through Washington and up into British Columbia and parts of Idaho and Wyoming. While the territory had been declared to be in joint possession of the two governments, as more and more settlers moved in, the British claimed that land ceded to them in previous treaties and through the work of the Hudson’s Bay Company was being encroached upon.

After a few years of slightly strained tensions, in 1846 the Oregon Treaty peacefully resolved the dispute, setting the 49th parallel as the upper boundary of the United States. As the 49th parallel cuts directly through Vancouver Island when extended westward, it was determined that the boundary line would extend “to the middle of the channel which separates the continent from Vancouver’s Island; and thence southerly through the middle of the said channel, and of Fuca’s straits to the Pacific Ocean.” Unfortunately, that wording proved to be unclear enough to set the stage for another conflict.

Map of the disputed boundary

The difficulty lay in that there were two straits running southward through the islands — Haro Strait and Rosario Strait. As each country wanted the most advantageous boundary line, each claimed that the boundary ran through whichever strait would grant them the islands, with the British running the boundary line through Rosario Strait and the Americans, Haro Strait.

Over the next few years, both the British and the Americans started utilizing San Juan Island, with each group assuming that the other group was there illegally. By 1859, the British Hudson’s Bay Company had both a salmon-curing station and a sheep ranch operating on the island, and the Americans had about eighteen settlers living there also. Tempers were short, but things didn’t come to a head until June of 1859.

On June 15 of that year, American settler Lyman Cutlar discovered a pig rutting through his garden. He shot and killed the pig — which belonged to his neighbor, an Irishman employed by the Hudson’s Bay Company. When Cutlar offered to pay for the pig, his neighbor claimed that the pig was a champion breeder and demanded $100 for the loss. Considering this high price to be unreasonable, Cutlar refused to pay. British authorities, already considering Cutlar and the rest of the settlers to be illegal squatters, threatened to arrest him. The American settlers, none to happy about these British who refused to leave their island, petitioned for U.S. military protection. On July 27th, a 66-man company of the 9th U.S. infantry, commanded by Cpt. George E. Pickett, landed on the southern tip of the island and set up camp.

The British governor of British Columbia’s Crown Colony, angered by the arrival of U.S. troops. answered by sending in his own forces — three British warships commanded by Cpt. Geoffrey Hornby — with instructions to remove Pickett from San Juan Island, but to avoid any actual hostilities if at all possible.

Over the next few months, each side continued to send in reinforcements, until by the end of August, “461 Americans, protected by 14 cannons and an earthen redoubt, were opposed by three British warships mounting 70 guns and carrying 2,140 men, including bluejackets (sailors), Royal Marines, artillerymen and sappers.”

Henry Martyn Robert

Incidentally, the construction of the redoubt at the top of a hill in the American camp to let the cannon oversee the water approaches to the island was supervised by engineer Henry Martyn Robert. Later in his military career, Robert discovered a fascination with parliamentary procedure, and went on to author Robert’s Rules of Order.

Thankfully, throughout all of this territorial saber-rattling, saner heads prevailed, refusing to “involve two great nations in a war over a squabble about a pig,” in the words of British Rear Admiral Robert L. Baynes. Eventually, U.S. President James Buchanan dispatched General Winfield Scott to resolve the affair. Scott was able to broker a treaty, with each country reducing their forces — a single company of U.S. troops, and a single British warship — allowing the island to continue under joint occupation until a more formal resolution could be reached.

This situation continued for the next twelve years, making the Pig War the longest single military conflict on U.S. soil — even if the only casualty was a hungry pig. Eventually, during the signing of the Treaty of Washington between Britain and the United States, Kaiser Wilhelm I of Germany was asked to arbitrate in the matter of the San Juan Islands. He referred the matter to a commission, and after a year of deliberation, the commission ruled in favor of the United States on October 21st, 1872. British troops withdrew from San Juan Island within the month, and the last of the U.S. troops left by mid-1874.

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San Juan Island: ducks and pigs

Back…finally!

Anacortes to Friday Harbor ferry

The weekend was quite pleasant, though it ended up being a bit more adventurous and taking longer than we expected. Prairie and I got up really early on Saturday morning to drive out and catch the 9:30am ferry from Anacortes to Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, then continued on from there to our destination for the weekend.

Prairie’s dad’s fiancé owns and runs Wood Duck Ponds, a gorgeous vacation and wedding retreat almost smack-dab in the center of the island. The property includes two large houses that she rents out to visitors; three ponds that are home to various ducks, geese, and swans; lots of gardens that I’m sure are beautiful during the summer months when in full bloom; and plenty of space to wander around in.

Wood Duck Ponds Bridge House

One of the definite benefits to visiting in the “off season” (not to mention the family connection) was that we were able to stay in the larger of the two rental houses. The Bridge House is beautiful — five bedrooms, two living rooms, a fireplace, a hot tub on the outside deck, and huge windows overlooking the gardens and one of the ponds. The weather was too cold and rainy for us to take advantage of the hot tub, unfortunately, but a pleasant evening in front of the fireplace with a movie worked out quite nicely.

We were able to spend some time Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning exploring the island, with Prairie’s dad as something of a tour guide. Saturday we headed down to some national parkland at the southeastern tip of the island — a former American military encampment (called, ingeniously enough, the “American Camp”) from some conflict between America and Britain that I was told had something to do with a pig. Both Prairie and her dad kept making oblique references to the “pig incident”, however, neither of them could remember enough details about it to actually fill me in. I was assured, however, that there would be signs at the parkland that would make everything clear.

The American Camp

Sure enough, when we got to the site, there were signs scattered around that told the story. Unfortunately, as we ended up wandering rather aimlessly around the grounds after a wrong turn and spent most of our walk doing our best to avoid various nettles and thorny bushes, I was still a little lost as to just what went on with the pig. All told, the primary impression I got from the area was just how stupendously bad a job the American soldiers did of picking a place for their encampment — the entire area is rather barren, with little to no trees to block the wind that comes fairly constantly off the water, and what little harbor is there is far to shallow to allow ships to come up terribly close to land. All in all, it looked like a rather horrid little place to have to stay for any length of time.

The British Camp

Sunday we headed to the northwestern part of the island to check out the site of the other players in the “pig incident” — the British camp. While I did finally get the rest of the story while we were there (which will come along before terribly long…), I was rather amused at how handily the British troops had managed to one-up their American counterparts. Their encampment site was beautiful — a sheltered cove in the lee of the prevailing winds, with a decent deep-water harbor for their ships to dock in, hillsides for their barracks that overlooked the water, and they’d even planted an ornamental garden to beautify the site and remind their wives of home! Much, much nicer than what those poor American shmoes had to put up with!

I’ll get to the details of the “pig incident” in my next post. ;) Gotta keep y’all coming back somehow, after all!

Madrone tree

I did discover one other interesting thing while I was on the island, though. Ever since I got down to Washington, I’d occasionally see one tree in the midst of a grove that had an unusual, bright red coloring to its trunk, but I’d never found anyone who knew what kind of tree it was, or why it had the coloring that it did. There were a couple of the trees on the Wood Duck Ponds property, though, and when I asked Prairie’s dad about it, he told me that they were Pacific Madrone trees. Apparently, the Madrone is known for its unusual coloring — the wood of the tree has a deep, rich red tone to it, and the tree will actually shed its bark at time, allowing the coloring of the inner wood to show through. Whatever the cause, they’re gorgeous, and now I at least know what I’m looking at!

Eventually, it was time to leave, and we headed out. The ferry ride from Friday Harbor to Anacortes was nice and uneventful, and we pulled over into a gas station in Burlington to fill the gas tank before we made the drive back to Seattle. Unfortunately, there disaster struck — Prairie’s car absolutely refused to start again. She’d suspected that it had been having some difficulty with the fuel lines a few months ago, but the mechanic she had taken it to at the time had assured her that everything was fine, and that there wasn’t a problem. Well, apparently he was more than a little wrong, as no matter how we threatened, coaxed, or cajoled it, the car refused to turn over.

Tired and more than a little frustrated, we managed to get ahold of Prairie’s sister Hope. Hope and her boyfriend Peter came out to rescue us, a tow truck was called, and the car is now sitting in a lot in Mt. Vernon, to be taken to a shop there tomorrow morning. Hope and Peter dropped Prairie and I off here at my apartment, and tomorrow Prairie will be taking a Greyhound bus back to Ellensburg, with arrangements for getting the car fixed in her dad’s hands, and plans for getting her back to the car to be determined later on.

So, while the weekend as a whole was quite good, the final few hours were more than a little frustrating. Still, we’re back safe and sound, and everything will work out one way or another eventually.

More on the “pig incident” tomorrow, after I’ve had time to rest for a night (assuming your Google-happy little fingers don’t go all a-searching in the meantime, satisfying your curiosity but totally spoiling my storytelling skills).

Until then, my favorite picture from the weekend…

Forest Path

Run away! Run away!

Prairie and I are off to the San Juan Islands for the weekend to visit her dad. Never been there before, and I’m told it’s quite pretty, so it should be a good weekend (even if it does require waking up at oh-six-hundred [”What’s the ‘oh’ stand for? ‘Oh my God it’s early!'”] to get to the 9:30 ferry at Anacortes).

Back sometime Sunday evening…

Siouxsie in Seattle!

Siouxsie‘s coming to Seattle — with the Creatures and the Banshees!

Coming to a US City near you in May & June, and you’re all invited..

We’re presenting these shows as “an evening with Siouxsie” as they’ll be neither solely Creatures nor Banshees but an all encompassing two hour show which will comprise classics & rarities picked from the whole of the Siouxsie & the Banshees & the Creatures catalogues.

We’re also thrilled to announce that ex-Kodo drummer Leonard Eto will be joining us as our special guest for the debut performance of songs from Hái!

The venues are mostly of an intimate size, (more sensorial), there’ll be no support so get there early as this will be one of those rare chances to see & hear la Sioux – up close!

see you soon,
xxBudgiexx

AN EVENING WITH….SIOUXSIE
2004 U.S. TOUR DATES

Wed 19 May, Seattle, WA – The Showbox
Tel: 206-628-0221 or 800-325-SEAT ticketswest.com
Tix. \$27.50 Adv. \$30.00 DOS Doors: 8:00PM OnStage: 9:30PM (21+)

I so need to get off work early that day…

(via Sirriamnis)

iTunes: “Mars (The Bringer of Techno)” by Technoclassix from the album Technoclassix Vol. 1 (1993, 5:20).

Devil Duckie USB Flashdrive!

Devil Duckie USB Flashdrive

I tell you, if I didn’t already have my iPod (and therefore no need for a flash drive), this would be so tempting!

He may be a representative of the dark side, but it’s hard to resist those tiny horns and cute chubby red body. At 4 1/2 inches long, our stylish and strange Devil Duckie Drive is a High-Speed USB 2.0 (1.1 compatible) personal data storage device for people who are going places.

Once you reach your destination, plug your Devil Duckie Drive in and put him to work. His expressive (and often hypnotic) eyes will blink as he reads and writes your data.

(via MacMinute)

The latest from Mars

Two LiveJournals have popped up to keep us informed of what’s really going on on Mars, without being filtered through the publicists at NASA.

First, Spirit Rover

Monday, February 9th, 2004

9:56 pm

i’ve been staring at the same rock for two weeks.

stupid, boring rock.

this weekend i got my revenge. first i got to grind into it, then i drove right over it.

okay, i admit it, i had fun. i’d like to do more of this autonomous navigation thing. i knew i didn’t really need nasa telling me what to do.

And sister Opportunity:

**Friday, February 6th, 2004 **

8:23 am

squee!

I got to drive today! It’s so cool! I didn’t think I’d ever be allowed to go out on my own. NASA is so protective sometimes; it’s like they wanted to keep me swaddled in airbags forever. But anyways, I keep finding these round pebbly things. They get stuck in my treads. Do you think they’ll leave a mark? OMG what if Stardust saw me like this? No, it’s cool. It’s not like he’d ever come by this planet again…

Spirit is still “sick.” She swears she’s gonna drive to that crater any time now, though. She just wants to do it on her time and not when NASA orders her to. Like, whatever. Don’t tell anyone but sometimes I miss her.

Personally, I think this stuff is brilliant.

(via Boing Boing)

FedEx making The Switch?

Interesting rumor via MacRumors:

According to one unconfirmed source, Federal Express may be looking to make a significant purchase of Macs to replace their current PCs.

Reportedly, the move is under consideration due to the recent wave of viruses that have swept the PC world.

While Macs are not inherently immune to virus attacks, most viruses have been written on the Windows/PC platform.

Now, this is “one unnamed source”, so it could easily be entirely fictitious, but it’s interesting to think about, at the very least.

As an added bonus, the MacRumors discussion thread for this item has a much higher signal-to-noise ratio than what I’m used to seeing in their forums, and I found this wonderful little point buried within, from MisterMe:

…there is more evidence for ghosts, UFOs, and Big Foot than there is for MacOS X viruses. People have actually reported seeing ghosts, UFOs, and Big Foot.

iTunes: “Thunder Kiss ’65 (Swinging Lovers)” by White Zombie from the album Nightcrawlers: The K.M.F.D.M. Remixes (1992, 4:46).

Coolio ‘Smokin’ Stix’ (DJ Wüdi Remix)

So, aside from a little silly noodling around a couple weeks ago, I hadn’t really done much with GarageBand since I picked it up. Since I don’t have a keyboard to use with it, I’m somewhat limited by not being able to use anything but the included loops. However, it occurred to me on the way home from work the other night that that should be more than enough to let me play around with remixing already existing work…

…and for some reason, Coolio’s “Smokin’ Stix” caught my ear as a likely candidate. While the subject matter isn’t really up my alley (dipping cigarettes in embalming fluid and smoking them to get high), the beats and rhythms are fun, and I thought I might be able to make something work with that as a base.

Disclaimer: The original recording of Coolio’s “Smokin’ Stix” is ©1994 Tommy Boy Music, published by Tommy Boy Music/Boo Daddy Publishing/All Nations Publishing (ASCAP)/Frankly Music (BMI); was written by A. Ivey, T. Conway, and A. Feldman; and contains samples from “You Want It You Got It” performed by B.T. Express, courtesy of Roadshow Music Corp. I am not charging for or attempting to make money off of this remix. Please don’t sue me. :)

So, for the past couple days, I’ve been fiddling around with GarageBand and Amadeus II, first using Amadeus II to snip the song into lots of little pieces and attempting to isolate the vocals from the background music (which was only partially successful), then re-assembling everything in GarageBand with my own choices of drum beats, instruments, and electronic bleeps and bloops.

And now, finally, it’s finished (or at least, “finished enough” — I could probably keep tweaking it nearly indefinitely).

Download it here: Coolio’s “Smokin’ Stix” (DJ Wüdi Remix) (4:03, 4.6Mb, 160kbps MP3).

I don’t think it’s perfect, but I don’t think it’s too terribly bad for a first project, either. Hopefully some of you get a kick out of it too — but feel free to let me know what you think, good or bad!

Avi Rubin vs. Diebold

Avi Rubin, one of the primary authors of a highly critical look at Diebold’s electronic voting machines, decided to answer some of his critics, put his money where his mouth is, and spend a day as an election judge, working with the very machines about which he had expressed strong security concerns. In his very interesting recap of his day, he admits that some of his concerns may not be as much of a worry as he thought — but others may be far worse.

In our paper, we described how the smartcards used by these machines had no cryptography on them, and we made the widely criticized claim that a teenager in a garage could manufacture smartcards and use them to vote 20 times. I now believe that this particular attack is not a real threat — at least not in the primary I worked today. […] In general, multiple voting attacks during the election are not likely to work in a precinct such as the one where I worked.

[…]

There were also some security issues that I found to be much worse than I expected. […] The security risk I saw was that Diebold had designated which machine would be the zero machine, and at one point, all of the vote tallies were loaded onto that one machine in memory. That would be the perfect point to completely change the tallies. There is no need to attack all of the machines at a precinct if someone could tamper with the zero machine.

[…]

I continue to believe that the Diebold voting machines represent a huge threat to our democracy. I fundamentally believe that we have thrown our trust in the outcome of our elections in the hands of a handful of companies (Diebold, Sequoia, ES&S) who are in a position to control the final outcomes of our elections. I also believe that the outcomes can be changed without any knowledge by election judges or anyone else. Furthermore, meaningful recounts are impossible with these machines.

I also believe that we have great people working in the trenches and on the front lines. These are ordinary people, mostly elderly, who believe in our country and our democracy, and who work their butts off for 16 hours, starting at 6 a.m. to try to keep the mechanics of our elections running smoothly. It is a shame that the e-voting tidal wave has a near hypnotic effect on these judges and almost all voters. I believe that after today’s experience, I am much better equipped to make the arguments against e-voting machines with no voter verifiability, but I also have a great appreciation for how hard it is going to be to fight them, given how much voters and election officials love them.

(via Jason Kottke)