08/18/2025
Norman Palmer Jr. was just 19-years-old when he was killed on March 26, 1856 near modern-day Stevenson. His older sister Emily (Palmer) Bell, in a letter to her father back in Illinois, expressed her desire to be buried next to her brother upon her death, which occurred in McMinnville in 1863 when consumption finally took her. The graves, just the two of them, were lost to time, forgotten, until 1914 when a road crew constructing a road through the gorge happened upon them while clearing dense underbrush on the eastern shore of Icehouse Lake, which is near Bridge of the Gods.
The graves were exhumed and moved to their present location, just over the embankment from the parking lot at the foot of the bridge on the Washington side, where they have been ever since.
That's an interesting story all by itself, I suppose, especially when the date of Norman Jr.'s death is taken into account. That was the day warriors from a confederation of tribes including the Yakama, Klickitat and Cascades Indians attacked the three settlements at "Cascades City", as they were sometimes called, which included the Upper, Middle and Lower Landing along the Cascades of the Columbia, today between Stevenson and North Bonneville, Washington. Norman Jr. had been killed and scalped that day in 1856, his body found in the pond next to the sawmill three days later. But that is far from all there is to say about this family, Emily in particular.
Norman Palmer Sr. led his elder children over the Oregon Trail in 1851. In Idaho they met Col. Isaac Ebey who was awaiting the arrival of his wife and children coming from Missouri. Norman continued on and ultimately settled at the Cascades. Emily was the lone exception among the elder Palmer children. She remained behind in Danville, Illinois with her husband, John Sconce, and their infant daughter Anna. John was a successful attorney who had occasion to partner a time or two with another upstart Illinois attorney named Abraham Lincoln. That, plus the tender age of their child, were the likely reasons they remained behind when all of Emily's siblings and father left for Oregon.
There were few other non-native people living at Cascades when the Palmers arrived, but among them were Francis Chenoweth, Daniel and Putnam Bradford, known as "Put", and Bolivar Bishop, familiarly called "Bish". In 1852, in a double ceremony, Emily's sisters Helen and Luna married Put and Bish with Francis Chenoweth presiding.
Norman Sr. made it back home, traveling via the Panama Isthmus, and missed seeing his daughter Emily because she and her husband, with their daughter in tow, made their own way to the gorge. It is said that they settled and started a farm near The Dalles, but at some point soon after arriving, apparently John Sconce died, leaving Emily a widow and little Anna without a father. Emily taught schoolchildren in The Dalles for a short time before moving in with Put and Helen Bradford at Cascades sometime in 1854 or 1855.
In the meantime, Isaac Ebey's wife had passed away at their homestead on Whidbey Island. It isn't exactly clear how it came to pass, but Colonel Ebey and Emily started a romance in 1855, much to the chagrin of Emily's oldest brother Corneilius, and they were eventually married in Portland on Feb. 2, 1856. By that time, most of the womenfolk had removed from Cascades to Portland, including Luna and Helen, due to the troubles between the whites and the tribes throughout the region. Col. Ebey wrote his new father-in-law, Norman Sr. back in Illinois and assured him that all would be well for the safety of his daughter and granddaughter. He would be moving them to the Sound Country, splitting time between Port Townsend and "The Cabins", his claim on Whidbey Island.
Those fears of attack ended up being justified. Emily was at Port Townsend when the attack on the Cascades occurred in March. News of her little brother's death hit her hard. In a heart-wrenching letter to her father she spoke of the mass grave that Norman had been buried in, along with at least a dozen others of the 17 settlers who had been killed that day. She spoke of her intention to have Norman's body removed and placed in a proper grave. This was eventually done, although it is not clear when, and Norman Jr. was laid to rest along the east shore of Icehouse Lake, and he would remain there until 1914 when the road crew discovered it.
It was also the case that Emily was not nearly as safe on Whidbey Island as her husband led Norman Sr. to believe. On Aug. 11, 1857, a group of "Northern" Indians, now known to be Tlingit, raided Ebey's Landing and the Cabins in the dead of night, chasing all of the occupants, including Emily and her children and stepchildren into the hills, with the exception of the Colonel, who had been shot and killed on the front stoop. Upon investigating at daybreak, Ebey's headless body was discovered and the raiders were nowhere to be found, having apparently taken the Colonel's head as a trophy. It was later learned that this attack had been in retribution for the killing of one of their chiefs during a skirmish with the U.S.S. Massachusetts at Port Gamble the previous year.
Emily, based upon the content of her letters back home, was crushed. Not much is known of her life after the death of her husband, but it is known that she returned to The Dalles and was a teacher for a time, before moving back in with Put and Helen at Cascades. She eventually married a man named Dr. L.M. Bell who was reportedly a U.S. Army surgeon. Little else can be found about him, or Emily, up until her death from consumption in 1863.
Emily's daughter Anna married (Canfield) but had no children, so she has no living descendants, which might explain why so little of her amazing life has been told. Anna was taken in by Put and Helen and eventually died in Hood River in 1908.
Emily got her wish and was buried next to her brother upon her death. In 1914 the two of them were moved to their current location by the foot of the Bridge of the Gods. Their gravesites are maintained and can be visited today. If you park where the circled car is and walk to the edge of the lot, you can readily see the graves below you.