Then the glacier moved, it was so strong. It carried huge boulders as it inched along, depositing river sentinels here and there and islands of rock, stark and bare. This erosion of land caused canyons deep and bluffs inaccessible, columned and steep. Then the ice melted and water ran, leaving sand, rocks, gravel, and an alluvial fan. When the water channeled with a raging roar, it created a river of rapids galore, with boulder-dotted islands away from shore and tall river sentinels on water evermore.
Eons passed and vegetation grew. Sagebrush flourished and grasses too. Animals inhabited this pastoral scene, feeding on vegetation lush and green. Oregon Territory was then its name, and the river became the "Mighty Columbia." Wild salmon braved the rapids upstream to spawn, and Indians fished these rapids every day from dawn.
In 1885, leading a pack train, a mining engineer from California came. James E. Keane, a man of vision, predicted what this area could provision. He saw the potential of this site by harvesting Columbia's powerful might: irrigation for farms, orchards, alfalfa, and beef, and mineral extractions beyond belief. He felt there would come a historical hour when man would harness Columbia's power for electricity, irrigation, and water transportation, not thinking then of its value for recreation.
A post office was opened, Hammond its name. Then James Hill and the railroad came. Homesteaders were busy raising cattle and grain, and Keane established Hammond Mills to ship that gain. The Great Northern Railroad ordered a depot. Keane bought and platted this city, as records show. The town of Rock Island derived its name from the huge rock island in Columbia's stream.
However, the Rock Island depot was not to be. Great Northern planners changed it to Wenatchee. But Rock Island City did not lay down and die. It picked itself up for another try. One of the best schools in the state was slated, and as Keane predicted, a town was created. The first on the Columbia, it made jobs galore and brought business to Rock Island by the score.
Restaurants, groceries, and gas stations were there. A new post office replaced Hammond of yesteryear. Newspaper editions spread the news and helped city solidarity continue to infuse with vigor and strength for each new day, inspiring community effort in every way. A church called people to happiness, and a fire department had volunteers always in readiness. The town worked together for the common good, neighbors helping neighbors as they should.
Then Rock Island Dam was finally finished, though some local businesses then diminished. But Hanna Mining did arrive, and once more Rock Island came alive. A city golf course was no longer just a dream. City dumps were covered and cleaned. Ball fields were made to enhance our youth, and Rock Island's athletes furnished that proof.
Then Rock Island Dam had to be raised, and our lakes evolved, God be praised. They would furnish fishing and boating too, a recreational outlet for quite a few. Our city is now setting a new pace, with a twenty-year growth plan almost in place. A sewer project, water enhancement, and civic pride stand alongside many concerned citizens by its side. So Rock Island is healthy and well on its way, a small rural city with a bright new day.
True is the prediction of a visionary man. Riches are now dredged from our alluvial fan. This dredging of rock and gravel, once cursed, will help pay the way for Rock Island's rebirth. And what James Keane inspired in 1885, Rock Island is keeping that vision alive.