A Pioneer's Return: 1863 to 1883
Rev. D. K. Maine visits the rapidly transforming city he helped settle twenty years prior.
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One of the passengers on the last Dakota was Rev. D. K. Maine, from the State of New York, who is here on a visit. Mr. Maine lived in Seattle a long time ago. He came here among the first, in 1863. He secured the present property of the Methodist Episcopal Church and in 1864 erected thereon a house of worship. He stayed through the Indian war and then went away. He came back in 1868, to find here a considerable town, and now is here a third time, to find a very fair city, where, when he first saw it, was a wilderness of almost impenetrable character. Mr. Maine has changed as well as the town, for in 1863 he was a boy, a mere stripling, to whom the work in the woods here must have been stupendous and disheartening. Now he is a man in the prime of intellectual life, close upon fifty years of age. A very pleasant reception was given him at the M. E. parsonage on Monday night. Mr. Maine was thoughtful enough in early days to lay hold of a little land here. One of his pieces is the four lots on the east side of Front street, between Pike and Pine, for which in 1873 he paid $1,800, but for which today he could take $18,000.
“He came back in 1868, to find here a considerable town, and now is here a third time, to find a very fair city, where, when he first saw it, was a wilderness.”
Rev. Maine's observation of Seattle's rapid transformation from wilderness to a 'very fair city' captures the essence of the city's perpetual identity as a 'boom town.' The massive appreciation of his real estate investment between 1873 and 1883 mirrors the land value volatility that continues to shape Seattle's housing and displacement debates today.
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