A Campaign Comes Ashore in Port Townsend
In 1876, Democratic candidates arrived by steamer to cannon fire and a cornet band, then packed Good Templars Hall for a night of speeches.
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Local politics in Port Townsend have been characterized by unwonted activity. On Saturday, the 4th, the steamer Favorite, with Messrs. Judson and White, the Democratic candidates for Delegate to Congress and Prosecuting Attorney for the Third Judicial District, arrived at our wharf amid the discharge of artillery, music from the Port Townsend Cornet Band, and the mutual greetings of a host of people assembled to receive them. They were accompanied by several gentlemen from town who had gone out to meet them. After an interchange of greetings and salutations with that portion of the crowd which had gathered to welcome him, Mr. Judson was conveyed to the Central Hotel. Many of the crowd wended their way thither, and amid old and new friends—some of whom had known him from 1860—the time was whiled away until the hour for speaking in the evening had arrived. Bonfires illuminated the streets, and strains of delicious music from the band were wafted over the scene by the evening breeze. Soon the surging crowd began to gravitate toward Good Templars Hall, and in less time than it takes to write this sketch every available seat and standing place was occupied. Mr. Judson's appearance was the signal to cheer, and the welkin was made to ring again with the shouts of the enthusiastic multitude. Upon taking the stand Mr. Judson proceeded to discuss questions of a moral character, elucidating an intimate acquaintance with the wants of the people, and signifying his determination, in case of being elected, to do all that lay in his power toward serving the interest of all. The address was quite a relief from the tragic story of the "bloody shirt" with which we have been so often vexed during the campaign. For about two hours he held the audience spell-bound, and when he concluded three rousing cheers were given for "our next delegate to Congress." Mr. Judson, no doubt, won many friends by his ingratiating and earnest manner and truthful delineation of the "principles of Democracy." Mr. White went over to Whidbey's Island and addressed the people of Coupeville.
Mr. Judson made his debut in this city on the night of the 5th. He came in an open buggy under the escort of the band from Port Discovery. There were but little enthusiastic manifestations during the day or evening, although posters announcing his coming were displayed on the streets. As the approach of evening came, arrangements were made for a couple of bonfires, and at the proper time the torch was applied, the services of the band brought into requisition, and Mr. Judson subsequently commenced his address. His manner and speech showed unmistakably that the effort had been an arduous one. He dwelt at great length upon the importance of keeping himself in Congress for a term at a time, and dilated upon the inefficiency of new members, owing mainly to their not being experienced. At the conclusion of his remarks the band played an air and the people quietly dispersed to their respective places of abode.
Our reports from the election in this Territory are not as full as we could wish, notwithstanding we have delayed publishing the paper for several hours in order to obtain all that was possible, and were necessarily hindered in our collection by the breaking of the telegraph wire south of this point. The election in this city passed off quietly.
“the welkin was made to ring again with the shouts of the enthusiastic multitude”
In 1876, a congressional delegate's visit was a full civic spectacle—artillery, bonfires, a cornet band and a packed hall. Port Townsend still runs on the same ritual of local candidates and public meetings, though the steamer and cannon are gone. The story is a reminder that even territorial elections were fought as community theater, not just ballot counts.
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