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How We Got Here

PART II

Here’s what’s happened since; see Part I for the origin story.

First thing European settlers did when they populated the area was cut down hardwood trees around the lake -lumber for local building, but mostly for selling in Pittsburgh, floating them down the glacial biult waterways; Chadakoin to Cassadaga Creek to Conewango Creek to the mighty Allegheny.

Logging On Chautauqua Lake

And to make furniture.

Jamestown rose to national prominence in furniture manufacturing because it sat in the middle of immense timber reserves, water power for sawmills, and early access to railroad lines. The area attracted a large influx of skilled Swedish woodworkers whose craftsmanship shaped the industry from the Civil War through World War I. Chautauqua County was particularly suited for furniture-making and lumber commerce.

But that was a burden on the lake.

When the surrounding forests were razed, potash fires dotted the hills surrounding the lake, burning through the scraps. Rainfall, suddenly unimpeded, rushed downhill carting soot and ash and unimpeded or filtered sediment.

That was the start of man-made lake deterioration.

Today the watershed surrounding the lake is a patchwork of lawns, driveways, parking lots, and storm drains, all designed to get water into the lake as fast as possible. Wetlands once slowed the flow; now gutters, and pipes accelerate it. Forests once filtered sediment, now pavement is an express lane for it and the chemicals it harbors.

Enter the invasives.

Invasive Plants Clog The Southern Basin

Causing Hazards For Lake Entertainment

Disturbed water, rich nutrients from off-runs, and plenty of sunlight was the botanical invitation for Eurasian watermilfoil and curly leaf pondweed. These plants grow like…well…weeds. Milfoil breaks up and scatters at the slightest disruption from boat props, storms, and mechanical harvesters. Each fragment is a new plant. CLP grows early, peaks early, and then collapses in June, dropping nutrients into the water and promoting harmful algal blooms that populate the lake. The invasives do exactly what the conditions encourage them to do; they build thick beds for their survival and proliferation. The weed beds trap sediment. Trapped sediment warms the water. Warm water favors algae. Algae shade out native plants. Native plants decline, leaving more room for invasives. They eat up the oxygen in the lake water, starving and strangling fish and other lake life. It’s a self-sustaining loop, nature at its corrosive best.

The southern part of Chautauqua Lake bears the brunt of this cycle, a natural basin with an unnatural workload. Sediment and man-made nutrients from fertilizers, lawn products, and commercial cleansers enter the lake through erosion, tributaries, stormwater, and disturbed soil bases. The south basin is shallow (average depth is only 11 feet) slow‑moving, and at the end of the natural flow of the lake, north to south. Fine particles from the deeper northern basic settle when they hit the shallows. Storms deliver more material than the basin can flush. Warner Dam regulates the outlet, but the geometry of the lake itself favors the settling of deposits on the lakebed.

Sediment is not just mud and soil; it’s phosphorus, and nutrients. Those are raw materials for weeds, algae, and the slow filling‑in of the lake. The Army Corps of Engineers calls sedimentation, nuisance vegetation, and harmful algal blooms “linked degradation pathways,” meaning the lake is stuck in a feedback loop of our own making.

Invasives Proliferate in Chautauqua Lake

A newer burden on the lake ecosystem is the changing climate. Extreme rain events are now recurring. Heavier storms mean more erosion, more sediment, more nutrients, more weeds. This is now a documented trend in the watershed. Low water years, like 2023–2024, let sunlight reach deeper, warming the water and accelerating plant growth.

The lake’s vulnerability is natural; the crisis‑level is man‑made.

Chautauqua Lake is not failing. It is responding. It is doing what lakes do when forests disappear, wetlands shrink, storms intensify, and invasive plants gain a foothold. The lake would have filled in slowly over thousands of years. Instead, man has sped up the clock.

The future depends on whether we can interrupt the loops. Restore wetlands. Slow runoff. Reduce nutrient inputs. Treat the watershed as a living system rather than a drainage basin.

The problem is man-made. Is the solution?

HOW WE GOT HERE

PART I

Gravity, if left alone, will eventually flatten the entire planet. Everything -water, dirt, rock, ice and the remains of living things- it all seeks its own level. It’s also what happens with lakes, it’s what they do, they fill up with earth. Given enough time, sediment from the surrounding countryside of a lake, and from whatever tributaries flow into it, will make its way into a lakebed and voila; lake gone, earth abides. The process takes millennium, deep water becomes shallow, shallow water becomes a bog, bog to swamp, swamp to solid land; depending on rainfall, natural phenomenon (like forest fires), and lake depth.

     Unless man gets in the way. And then those millennium can turn into centuries, centuries to decades, decades to years, and before you know it, you have the lower basin of Chautauqua Lake; a weed choked, sediment-filled lakebed, shallowing every year, turning into marshland.

     It can happen that fast, in less than a generation, right before your eyes.

Southern Basin of Chautauqua Lake

Geological History of Chautauqua Lake

First there was a sea.

Chautauqua County was under water before it was above water. This was some 370 million years ago, but still. It was part of the Catskill Sea, an ancient body of water considered shallow for the era, and tropical, with marine life including large crustaceans.

     Then came the Karoo ice age of the late Paleozoic era, and that sea froze. When the inevitable thaw started, during an era called the Quaternary Period, and the last continental ice sheet retreated, about 10,000–12,000 years ago, the Chautauqua Lake basins were carved out of the earth.

     Glaciers move, constantly. They are “rivers of ice” that flow downhill with gravity, deforming internally and sometimes sliding at the base like a conveyor belt. Sometimes they move against gravity and they “recede”; the front edge melts as the back (the uphill side) gains snow. The glacier is still moving forward, but melting even faster, so the net effect is retreat.

     During the retreat in the Quaternary Period, the glacier that covered western New York paused multiple times, each pause leaving behind soil deposits, pushing earth up and away. The glacier first paused at Jamestown, depositing a mound of soil. The underlying solid rock formed a natural dam, establishing the southern basin of the lake. When the glacier retreated further, the basin filled, and overflowing water created the Chadakoin River outlet, a shallow reservoir because it cannot cut through the bedrock that makes up its base.

The glacier paused again at Bemus Point, depositing more soil. A third stop occurred at Mayville. These later pauses resulted in the narrows, then the upper basin of Chautauqua, each with slightly different properties due to the characteristics of the retreating glacier. The three distinct “pauses” lasted anywhere from a hundred to three hundred years as the atmosphere warmed.

     The south basin being shallow and slow‑flushing, and 10,000 or so years old, makes it a natural sediment trap and a plant‑friendly environment. Sediment up-lake and from the surrounding tributaries works its way to the southern basin, and it fills up.

     These natural processes explain why the south basin is vulnerable; it does not explain why it is collapsing so quickly.

The United States Army Corps of Engineers frames Chautauqua Lake’s current condition as a “human‑accelerated degradation cycle”, not a natural one. The crisis level within the lake, where it is becoming unusable for recreational purposes, has been made by man. It’s our own fault. The basin would gradually get shallower over thousands of years on its own, but modern land use, stormwater patterns, invasive species, and altered hydrology have sped that natural trajectory up by an order of magnitude. Those millennium have suddenly become years.

US ARMY Corps of Engineers on Chautauqua Lake

NEXT: How We Got Here Part II

FIRSTS AND LASTS

PART II

Until the mid 1800’s public hangings were the standard execution method across the British Empire, and American courts inherited and repeated British sentencing formulas. The phrase “hung from the neck until dead” was a deliberately specific axiom. It described the method and outcome of an execution, meant to prevent misinterpretation, and to standardize capital punishment. The “until dead” part was added when more than one convict survived hanging, a loophole the courts figured needed closed.

As civilization came to realize that capital punishment, especially public displays, was objectionable and sadistic, states began to look for ways to make executions more acceptable to burgeoning humane sensitivities. Hangings, with their tragic relationship to slavery and vigilante stigma (often producing slow strangulation and botched drops) experienced an era of public revulsion.

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Joseph Damon was charged with murder in a Fredonia, New York in The Court of Oyer and Terminer -what would become the New York State supreme Court. It was the first recorded case of murder argued in Chautauqua County.

The Court of Oyer and Terminer

Charles French, his defense counsel, used a pre-cursor to the insanity defense, arguing that Damon had no sense of what he was doing when he struck his wife with an iron fire poker – the first plea of innocence by reason of insanity in the County.

The defense, a before-it’s-time sophisticated appeal, didn’t work. Damon was found guilty of murder and sentenced to death.

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On May 9th, 1835, a New York Statecommission concluded that hanging was inhumane, and the method of execution was outlawed in the state (death by electrocution took its place). But changing a law and enforcing it throughout the state proved a challenge. When Joseph Damion was hanged in the Mayville village square, May 15th, 1835, newspapers, court officers, and state officials were well aware of the six-day-old law. The sheriff at the time had no real guidance from state officials and determined that his duty was to enforce the sentence as written unless the governor intervened. He did not. Despite the popular opinion that public executions were abhorrent, demand for spectacle remained high.

Damon’s case sat right at this intersection of law-making and law- enforcing, making him the last man publicly executed in the New York.

Mayville, New York City Center

The macabre event drew an alarming number of spectators, reports between, 3,000 and 8,000. Gallows were built, and the sheriff prepared for potential chaos, ordering the local militia to appear “completely armed and equipt (sic),” and to “get good music,” meaning to secure a competent military band or fife‑and‑drum corps to help control the crowd. The local newspaper, The Fredonia Censor, called the spectacle “revolting”.

Damon was buried in the Fredonia Pioneer Cemetery, but the story doesn’t end there. Gawkers and vandals frequented the site, enough so that Damon’s brother North Damon guarded the site when he wasn’t stonecutting at the local quarry.

On a night when North wasn’t able to sit vigil, a young doctor and his students secretly exhumed Damon’s body for anatomical study, a practice illegal but not uncommon in the 1830s. Its ultimate fate remains unknown.

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The Damon case endures for its shocking brutality in a place where those things simply didn’t happen. It marks, in a single legal case, the limits of medical knowledge, the boundaries of legal responsibility, and the moral cost of public punishment.

Note: The Fredonia Censor attempted to print and keep a verbatim transcript of the trial. There are about 70 pages of the only surviving copy.

The final page is torn away, leaving the ending of the saga fragmentary and controversial.

FIRSTS AND LASTS

FIRSTS

In the middle 1800’s Asa French moved to Chautauqua County from the Berkshire region of Massachusetts. He brought with him a son named George, and an undiagnosed mental disorder that gave him paranoid delusions. He was convinced that Tories and Catholic priests were stalking and plotting to kill him across England, though he’d never been to the country. He’d contacted police in Massachusetts begging for protection.

He moved his family to the town of Pomfret in Chautauqua County where he was eventually excommunication from The Fredonia Presbyterian Church for intemperance and misconduct, behavior considered “un‑Christian”.

Asa French Moved His Family to Chautauqua

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In January 1843, in London, England, a Scottish woodturner named Daniel M’Naghten shot and killed Edward Drummond, the private secretary to Prime Minister Sir Robert Peel. M’Naghten shot Drummond in the back, believing that he was the Prime Minister, serendipitous case of mistaken identity. In his defense a British barrister used a creative, developing legal argument called “the insanity defense” articulated as; “To not know the nature and quality of the act”, or “To know the act, but not know that it was wrong”, summarized as a legal precedent as “the right and wrong test”.

The M’Naghten Rule

Counsel argued that he was innocent of killing Drummond because he was actually trying to kill Peel, which, even for a precedent-setting case, was stretching the limits of the standards of the rule that would be named for M’Naghten (he certainly seemed to know the nature and quality of killing Peel, he just didn’t know precisely what his intended victim looked like).

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Joseph Damon was a stonecutter in rural Pomfret, Chautauqua County. The Damons were known locally as rough men who worked a quarry near the family home. Joseph was a heavy drinker who complained of frequent migraines, a condition for which a local physician prescribed an unusual remedy: Damon was told to carry port wine with him at all times and drink it as needed. Neighbors remarked that he drank constantly yet rarely appeared drunk.

The Damons Were Stonecutters

In 1834 he lost his mind, at least temporarily, and murdered his wife Almira with an iron fire poker. When discovered, Damon was bloodstained and dazed. He’d called out to his brother, “For God’s sake, come in, I am afraid I have killed my wife”

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George French, son of Asa, became one of northern Chautauqua County’s most promising legal minds, despite the instability in his family due to his father’s affliction. George built a reputation for discipline, and civic engagement. By the early 1830s he was practicing law in Fredonia, where he became known for a willingness to take on difficult or precedent‑setting cases.

In 1834, he served as defense counsel for Joseph Damon in what became Chautauqua County’s first recorded insanity plea (nearly nine years before the M’Naghten case that codified the “right and wrong test” into precedent-setting common law). French’s legal strategy was surely informed by his experiences with his father’s behavior, the same actions that got Asa excommunicated from the church. French’s arguments in defense of Damon were eloquent, and sophisticated, drawing on Damon’s long medical history and the questionable treatments he had endured. French bridged law and medical testimony, unusual for rural practices. He became known locally as an attorney willing to push the boundaries of legal reasoning in a rural court system.

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Five months after the death of his wife, Damon was brought before the Court of Oyer and Terminer – the high criminal court of the era and a direct predecessor to the modern New York State Supreme Court.

The Court of Oyer and Terminer, Fredonia, New York

But, without the “right and wrong test” standard from the M’Naghten Rule as a precedent, the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and the court ordered that Damon be “hung by the neck until he is dead”.

LASTS…to be continued.

ROCK ISLAND

The Urban Legend is simple, and almost absurd. A man decides to build himself an island. He hauls rocks and fill onto frozen lake during the winter freeze (maybe more than one winter), dumping load after load onto the ice. When spring comes, the ice melts, the rocks sink, and the debris settles into a mound tall enough to crest the waterline. A private perch. A fishing platform. A tiny kingdom.

A Rock Island.

There are things buried in Chautauqua Lake, plenty of things. For instance, the Jamestown Water Works crib was built in 1885, a covered structure to supply Jamestown’s early municipal water system. It was 30 feet square, a tiny artificial island, timber‑framed, stone‑packed, and anchored offshore. It housed the intake pipe that fed the city’s pumps.

There are old steamboat moorings closer to shore; timber and stone structures used to anchor docks. Old ice-harvest platforms are out there; structures built on the ice that sometimes were left too long after the thaw, collapsed and left debris. Private duck blinds are buried in the shallows, built on pilings or rubble.

Docks and Wood Moorings in Chautauqua Lake

And there’s a Rock Island, an expanse of landfill spread over a few hundred square yards buried in the lower part of Chautauqua Lake that rises abruptly from the basin floor, where the water widens into a shallow, silty bowl. The United States Coast Guard Light List and Notices to Mariners does not map a named structure there, but they do show that the area is bordered by special‑purpose hazard markers. Sonar shows a steep‑sided mound with a flat top. That shape is the giveaway. It is not a natural shoal; the lower lake basin is too uniform, too silty, too geologically uneventful. It is not a collapsed crib; those leave rectangular footprints and predictable debris fields. It is not dredge spoil; dredging produces broad fans that spread with the current. It’s too far from shore to be a duck blind, or fishing perch. And it is not a remnant of the Jamestown Water Works crib, that structure sat further down-lake and was meticulously documented.

It is exactly the kind of footprint a failed island‑builder would leave behind.

The Southern Basin of Chautauqua Lake

Boaters call it Rock Island, though no island ever broke the surface. It’s a relatively inexplicable phenomenon, a deliberate pile of stone, placed where no official record says stone should be.

The idea of an “Island Builder” is one of those half‑remembered Chautauqua Lake legends. Searches turn up no formal record, newspaper article, or historical entry about anyone successfully (or unsuccessfully) building an island on Chautauqua Lake. No Chautauqua County Historical Society archives mention a man attempting to build a rock island. No Post‑Journal or WKBW coverage (which would absolutely have covered a stunt like that) contains anything about a rock island project. No state, Corps of Engineers, or environmental reports mention any artificial island attempt on the lake, even a small, unauthorized fill would trigger regulatory attention.

The legend doesn’t include a timestamp, but it’s known that in the 1950’s through the 1980’s shoreline owners routinely dumped fieldstone, broken concrete, and construction debris into the shallows to extend their yards or build makeshift fishing perches. These projects were almost always unpermitted, short‑lived, and inevitably destroyed by ice; anything not heavily anchored with engineering rigor is crushed, shifted, or busted up and sent into the Chadakoin canal. Chautauqua Lake’s freeze–thaw cycles would have destroyed a small rock pile in one winter.

Buoys in the Lower Basin of Chautauqua Lake

The legend persists, not because it is proven, but because the lake itself seems to confirm it. The buoys float above a mystery that behaves exactly like the legend says it should. The hazard is real (as more than a few ruined propellers can attest). The mound is real. The absence of records is real.

      And the lake, as always, keeps its own counsel.

ICE ICE BABY

Do a quick thought experiment before reading on.
Make ice without electricity.

Of all the day-to-day comforts we take for granted, the human ability to create cold might be the most underrated (heat was a piece of cake). Refrigeration, other than via of evaporation and air movement, wasn’t invented until the 1830’s. It wasn’t perfected for another century. There is no reliable data that recorded how many refrigerators were in United States homes prior to 1940, but it wasn’t many (by 1944 they were in about half the households).

If you wanted something cold, it meant ice.

Ice harvest on Chautauqua Lake was a boom business from the 1880’s through the 1910’s; twenty to forty-thousand tons removed from the lake yearly and shipped to ice houses, mostly in Pittsburgh, but west to Cleveland and east to Buffalo as well. Ice was a regional industry that moved tens of thousands of tons of product and employed entire work forces through long winters.

Chautauqua Lake has a low shoreline, easily accessible. The upper basin has a depth best for growing ice. By late January every year crews lay out a cutting schedule, dividing the ice into a grid of blocks twenty-two by thirty-two inches, with a depth of twelve to eighteen inches. Blocks weigh between a hundred-fifty and three-hundred pounds. Giant saws cut up the grids and horse-drawn sleds pull the ice onto shore. Ice is loaded onto wagons and transferred to train stations.       The blocks are standardized to maximize storage. A single railcar can carry thirty to forty tons of tightly packed ice, and during the busiest weeks, multiple cars depart daily for industrial centers. Ice from Chautauqua Lake is known throughout the east for its clarity and slow melt rate, qualities that reduce losses during transport and increase its commercial value. A block of Chautauqua ice can last ten to twelve months if stored correctly.

The Celoron Ice Company and facilities in Mayville maintained storage capacity for more than ten-thousand tons, not simply stacks of frozen water, but inventory, revenue, and the wages of hundreds of workers. Families depended on the harvest to bridge the financial gap between fall and spring.

But the industry operated on narrow margins, dependent on the weather. A solid freeze determined whether a year would be profitable. Mild winters, or untimely thaws, could ruin an entire harvest season, which trickled down to all the industry that counted on ice, including service to individual homes. This ice had to last until the next freeze and provide winter wages for ice workers, wages that were comparatively strong for the era—often $1.50 to $2.00 per day when factory work paid closer to $1.00.

Icehouses were feats of practical engineering. The Celoron structure was a massive wooden complex along the shoreline, insulated heavily with sawdust (sawdust was the perfect insulation, a limited conductor of heat, and cheap), it could preserve ice into September. Storage capacity was precise, every cubic foot represented potential income. A fully stocked icehouse could hold a value equivalent to hundreds of thousands of dollars in today’s dollars.

Before rail expansion, natural ice rarely traveled far from its source. Afterward, it became a critical component of food distribution, brewing, and industrial cooling across multiple states. Thousands of tons left the Chautauqua Lake with breweries among the largest consumers.

By the 1920s mechanical refrigeration technology began to offset the ice industry. Prices for natural ice, once $4 to $6 per ton, fell to $1. Profit margins collapsed. Icehouses that had operated for decades closed, buildings were dismantled, equipment was sold for scrap, and workers moved into factories, railroads, and other emerging industries. The transition happened quickly enough that many communities experienced it as a sudden end rather than a gradual decline. Chautauqua County was no exception, but in its halcyon days, frozen water from the lake was a major local business.

The Mysterious Case of Ellery Jane Doe PART II

Ellery Jane Doe

Part II

Chautauqua’s Enduring Mystery

Digital Rendering of Ellery Jane Doe circa 2022

In the movies the investigator with a past linked to the killer pours over the decades-old file and finds the one clue that every other detective overlooked. The “AHA” moment. Loose ends are tied up, the mystery is solved. We get to see it happen, watch their eyes go wide as the puzzle pieces slide into place. We’re in on finally solving the murder.

Roll credits.

On December 6th, 1983, a woman was discovered by the side of Route 17 in Chautauqua County. The woman was murdered and left in the snow. No identification. No wallet. No name. Nothing.

     Her place-holder name was Ellery Jane Doe.

Forty years later the murder is still unsolved. Her case is open and cold.

The Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Office has revisited the mysterious case of Ellery Jane Doe periodically in the past four decades. Investigators come and go, technology advances, DNA, on-line access to records, social media. But this case is stubborn, it’s eluded answers and frustrated the professionals looking to end a four-score old secret. No one has uncovered a clue that wasn’t previously considered. No one has overlooked a fact, a piece of evidence. There has been no “AHA” moment.

The early 2000s held promise when DNA technology reshaped cold-case investigations. Samples from the body were re‑tested. Forensics added information. Her clothes were European and expensive. She was from Canada or possibly a Scandinavian country. She had at least one child. She had a tracheotomy at some point in her life, and there was a scar behind her ear that indicated she’d had some sort of surgery. Hospital records turned up nothing. The digital rendering of her face was posted on international media.  Profiles were uploaded to national databases.

Road Where Ellery Jane Doe was Discovered

Again, nothing. Whoever she was, she left no genetic trail in any official system. Noone has stepped forward to identify her. Not a parent, not a child. Not a friend, a classmate, a distant cousin. Not a coworker who remembers the girl who stopped showing up at a job.

In 2022 the Chautauqua Sheriff’s Office released a new digital reconstruction built with modern imaging tools. The new image was circulated widely online. It sparked a brief surge of attention, but no actionable information emerged. She remains suspended anonymously in the world of the unknown, as if that is her natural state of being.

Jamestown Post Journal Article on Ellery Jane Doe Discovery

There is now a Facebook page dedicated to Ellery Jane Doe (https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=Ellery%20Jane%20Doe), and investigators continue to seek answers.

The following is a message from The Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Office:

“Investigators continue to actively investigate the December 6, 1983, homicide of a female who was found shot to death along Route 17/Interstate 86 in the Town of Ellery. When the victim could not be identified she was named “Ellery Jane Doe.”

In the ensuing 43 years since her body was found by a utility crew working in the area, “Ellery Jane Doe” remains unidentified. Advanced forensic analysis of Ellery Jane Doe’s DNA, dental work, and fingerprints here in the United States, Canada, and around the globe has not led yet to her identification, or to the identification of any of her family members.

Following a media release by the Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Office in December of 2025 noting the 42nd year anniversary of Ellery Jane Doe’s murder, the Sheriff’s Office received new leads which are currently being investigated. 

We ask the public to once again look at the forensic artist sketch completed of “Ellery Jane Doe” along with photographs of the clothing she was wearing when her body was found, and a picture of the crime scene. The Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Office would like to speak to anyone who knows the identity of “Ellery Jane Doe” or the person who murdered her.  


Anyone with information about this case is asked to please contact the Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Office Criminal Investigations Division at (716) 753-4578, or via email at Tarpley@Sheriff.us.”

Gravesite Dedicated to The Mystery Woman

The Mysterious Case of Ellery Jane Doe

The Woman With No Name:

The Ellery Jane Doe Case: PART I

On most any normal day the Niagara Mohawk utilities men would have ignored the dark outline lying against the guardrail just past the bridge, concealed under the recent snowfall. This was along Route 17 in Chautauqua County near the town of Ellery, early winter 1983. But something about this snow-covered bundle didn’t look right. Not a dead deer, not a bag of garbage or abandoned household item. It had the shape of a human.

“Is it a mannequin?” Crew member one.

“Got me.” Crew member two shrugged.

They stopped the truck.

Aerial View Where Ellery Jane Doe was found.

Winter 1983, Chautauqua County was rolling into the high holiday season, Thanksgiving in the sunset and Christmas on the near horizon. Per The Jamestown Post Journal, local fire departments were holding annual elections, the Girl Scout cookie prep season was in full swing. School districts announced education awards and schedules for the 1984–85 school year. The rhythms of the county took on a familiar and peaceful pace.

Until December 6th.

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The Niagara Mohawk truck stopped, the crew jumped out and approached slowly. When they brushed away the crusted snow, they uncovered the body of a woman. No purse. No wallet. No vehicle nearby. No name. Just a dead woman in winter clothes by the side of the road with a gunshot wound to the chest.

In a flash, the area was struck by an act of random, unfathomable, bone chilling violence.

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That moment in the bucolic life of Southwestern, New York, marked the beginning of Chautauqua County’s longest‑running mystery, a case that has outlived investigators, outlasted technologies, and resisted every attempt to give the woman an identity. She became known as Ellery Jane Doe. No missing‑person report matched her description, not in Chautauqua County, not in the surrounding counties, not in the state. It was as if she had appeared out of nowhere.

Chautauqua County Sheriff’s Department Investigates the Site Where Ellery Jane Doe Was Found

The early reports were clinical. Female. Possibly in her twenties. Shot once. Clothing unremarkable. No signs of a struggle at the scene. Found on a lonely stretch of highway in the Town of Ellery, suggesting she had been dumped quickly, perhaps in the dark, by someone who knew the road well enough to stop without being seen.

Investigators canvassed truck stops, diners, and motels. They checked bus stations and border crossings. They compared dental records, fingerprints, and composite sketches.

Nothing. The case file grew thicker; the results lead nowhere.

As leads dried up, investigators commissioned facial reconstruction based on her skull, textured clay, neutral expression, photographed against a plain backdrop. The exercise yielded a clay bust that authorities circulated in law-enforcement circles and local media.

Nothing came from the distribution of the picture.

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As the years passed, the Ellery Jane Doe case stuck in the collective consciousness of law enforcement in and around Chautauqua County, a grain of sand that never took the shape of a pearl. The woman who was murdered so brutally, so mysteriously became a quiet presence whenever her case was revived, her file reviewed.

The county has experienced and digested gun violence and murder before and after Ellery Jane Doe. But the randomness, the lack of context, the callous discarding of a deceased body by the side of a road was, and is to this day, deeply unsettling. Atrocity has a way of permeating every place in the world, but understanding and interpreting motive and the mechanics of violence, the why’s and the how’s, has a way of settling anxiety and fear, of getting us to accept it as possible. “Sure, that’s why that happened.”

Violence without context is alarming and disquieting. The not-knowing reels us in, it includes us. Randomness leaches accountability and inserts us into the narrative that says, I can avoid tragedy if I control what I do and where I go, and who I see.

Or can I?

The Ellery Jane Doe case has motive and reason and accountability. We just don’t know what that is.

Clothing Found on Ellery Jane Doe

The Chautauqua Gorge

If you live in the west part of the county, you’re undoubtedly familiar with the Chautauqua Gorge. It’s 538 acres of state land, easily accessible from launch points from Mayville to Westfield.

For most of the other points of the compass, that natural geological Western New York wonder contains a bit of a mystery. It’s a striking natural feature that has captured the attention of geologists, hikers, and nature lovers, with its rugged beauty, unique geological features, and tranquil atmosphere.

Chautauqua County has an exposed geological record dating back about 370 million years. Chautauqua Gorge is a product of millions of years of geological activity, most of the architecture coming from the forces of glaciation and erosion, continuously sculpted by the flowing waters of Chautauqua Creek, which isn’t done with the mosaic; that estuary continues to erode the underlying layers of sedimentary rock (shale, sandstone, and limestone). These rock deposits were layered in ancient seas over. You can see the 350-million-year history of the area in exposed rock layers, earth’s geological history mapped before your eyes, millennia of erosion, water flow, and natural weathering. It’s a valuable and unique classroom for geologists, offering insights into the region’s prehistoric past and the forces that shaped the Appalachian Plateau.

That geological history also informs an ecological treasure trove, a feature of the gorge. The gorge and the surrounding watershed support a cornucopia of flora and fauna. The cool, damp environment creates a microclimate that is ideal for several species of plants, including ferns, mosses, and wildflowers. The dense vegetation along the creek provides a rich habitat for wildlife, including deer, foxes, and a variety of bird species, from warblers to raptors (it’s a vital corridor for migratory species, providing shelter and food). The creek itself is home to various aquatic species, including brook trout, which thrive in the cold, clear waters. The biodiversity of the gorge adds to its ecological significance, making it a crucial area for conservation efforts.

The gorge is an amusement park for outdoor activities. A short trail leads to an impressive swimming hole, complete with waterfalls that cascade crystal clear (chilly!) water into collecting ponds, with fossils embedded in the shale that frame the creek. There are several trails winding through the gorge, offering varying levels of difficulty for both casual hikers and more seasoned adventurers. Trails are regularly maintained to reduce the impact of human activity on the environment. One of the most popular routes is the Chautauqua Gorge Trail, which follows the creek and provides stunning views of the cliffs and waterfalls.

The creek itself is a draw for anglers, especially those interested in fly fishing. The brook trout population makes Chautauqua Creek a prized fishing spot, particularly in the spring and fall when water levels are higher. In addition to fishing and hiking, visitors can enjoy picnicking, birdwatching, and photography. During the winter months, the gorge becomes a peaceful retreat for snowshoeing and cross-country skiing.

In addition to its recreational value, Chautauqua Gorge has significant educational and cultural importance. The area’s rich geological history makes it an excellent outdoor classroom for students and researchers studying earth sciences. Field trips to the gorge offer hands-on learning opportunities about rock formations, erosion, and watershed ecology. Educators from local schools and universities often bring students to the gorge to study its unique features and to observe the interactions between the natural environment and the wildlife that inhabits it.

Local environmental groups, in collaboration with state agencies, have taken steps to protect the gorge and its surrounding watershed. Efforts to maintain the health of the creek and prevent erosion are ongoing, with projects aimed at stabilizing the banks and removing invasive species that threaten native plants and wildlife.

     The beauty and ecological significance of Chautauqua Gorge make conservation efforts essential for its preservation. Visitors to the gorge are encouraged to follow “Leave No Trace” principles, ensuring that the area remains pristine for future generations. By fostering a sense of environmental responsibility, conservation organizations hope to preserve the natural beauty of Chautauqua Gorge while allowing people to continue enjoying its many offerings.

Woodscape Art…Brilliance Wrapped in Legacy

He looked at the natural world differently than me and you, most probably, with an artist’s eye. You could tell then -if you saw him cruising the lake shoreline attuned to driftwood, touching trees for texture, skimming wood scraps of fallen lumber for the right shape, the perfect color or grain- that he sought something we didn’t see.

You can tell now by the collection of bark, pebbles, and myriad species of flora stored at the house of his protégé, Greg Wefing.

Cecil Rhodes has been gone for some eleven years now, passed away in 2013. He was a schoolteacher at Maple Grove High School, classically trained in industrial design at the Pratt Institute of Brooklyn, and at teaching at Edinboro University of Pennsylvania. He was also a local legend and celebrated creator of what he called then, and Greg calls now, Woodscape art.

Woodscapes are crafted with different sizes and various species of wood sometimes enhanced with colored stains and paints. They are like three-dimensional paintings. Greg has a collection of his own work, and a few of Cecil’s pieces as well. A Woodscape of Wefing’s has hung the Bemus Village Hall for about thirty years.

Rhodes essentially invented the discipline of Woodscapes in the late 1970’s and early 80’s. He’d been employed in the garment district of New York City for eleven years, a teacher for five more at Maple Grove (his de facto alma mater, graduating from Bemus Point High School in 1950), and a boat repair specialist when he realized he had an aptitude for art, and that wood was his medium.

Cecil Rhodes

“Cecil created from his imagination, I think. He’d get an idea and be able to make a piece. I do mine from pictures I find, usually in calendars and magazines.” Wefing is standing in front of a pile of nature-art planners and mags on a workbench in his basement workshop. Lining the wall are shelves of wood strips and filings of various color and texture. “Something will kind of jump out at me, and I’ll have a new project.”

And then he goes to work, unearthing the raw material that will form his art. Greg is now the person you’ll find in the Bemus area combing the natural world for the right materials to fulfill a vision and build Woodscape art. “Yeah, I’m the guy you see cutting down tall grass or cattails on the side of the road. Or at the lake looking for driftwood, peeling bark off a tree,” he says.

The village of Bemus Point, when you drill down to the locals (that population that spends years in the same place, completing their routines, season after season) is character driven. Cecil Rhodes was semi-famous for his meticulous, detail-driven artwork. Wefing has followed a similar path, building a trove of bas relief art that’s impressive for its detailed craftsmanship and vision. “I worked for Cecil for two or three years while I went to art school,” he says. “Cecil worked mostly with wood tones. I started to add some color to mine. They’re a little different, but a lot of the same techniques, the same process.”

Wefing figures he could knock off a piece in a week if he put in the hours. But he does his art at his own pace. “I usually do about five a winter, down here in the studio, when the weather is bad. I’ve done commissioned work, but don’t really like it. I like to work at my own pace, on my own projects.” He says Cecil’s efforts to mainstream the art wasn’t as successful as his individual creations. “He was thinking we might mass produce some of his pieces, and I was going to be part of that. It never really worked out. His art was pretty special.”

Wefing isn’t really in it for the money (though he could be, his work is that good), but does sell his art, informally, and mostly from his Facebook home page.