Humboldt Lives
Humboldt Lives
Over the Back Fence
Vol 13
by
Vicki L Bishop
It is hard to imagine Pulaski County before the railroad
traversed its northern highlands. Way
back in the dawn of our county, there existed a place called Humboldt.
Humboldt was a small trading post located approximately one
mile north of present-day Crocker that was named after a local storekeeper. The community was erected in 1854 and
included a post office, inn, general store and several log cabins. Also, nearby there was a saloon called “White
Dump”.
The mail was carried by way of horseback from Waynesville to
Humboldt. There were few roads, and they
were very rough and washed out. Most of
the farmers utilized ox carts for traveling.
In 1868, the railroad decided to connect the tracks from
Jerome to Springfield. Originally, the
survey was conducted to take the railroad through Humboldt, however due to the
asking price of the land, it was decided to move the depot a mile south to the
area we now know as Crocker—named after a stockholder in the railway system.
Soon after the tracks were completed and the depot was open,
Humboldt began its somewhat rapid descent into history. By 1871, all business appears to have moved
south to Crocker. Eventually, Humboldt
became a ghost town.
Humboldt was in the general vicinity of the electrical substation
located just off Route 17 north of Crocker.
It was reported in one interview that it is believed some old
foundations remain in or around Humboldt Springs Farm.
Today what remains of Humboldt is a cemetery with tombstones
dating back into the 1800s and an old concrete cistern near a spring. Humbolt Cemetery includes only seven marked
graves. The family names include Decker, Eligel, Lawson, Loague, and
McDaniel. The stones date to the 1870s
with the latest one being 1886.
Is that really all that is left of Humboldt? In recent years we have seen several local
businesses or groups reviving the Humboldt name, including the newly
refurbished event center. What a
tribute to local history!
Residents have found a way to breathe life into a ghost
town—well sort of anyway. The railroad
may have killed Humboldt, but the locals refuse to let it be forgotten. One hundred and fifty-seven years after the
Crocker Depot first opened, Humboldt lives in our hearts thanks to those who
refused to forget that tiny trading post located just up the road.
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