Behind the museum building stands a cabin along with many other interesting displays. Our cabin, called the Mayflower Log Cabin, came from the...
Greenhorn Mountain area above Wofford Heights. On the inside wall of the cabin is a copy of the U.S. Department of Interior Geological Survey Map that shows exactly where the cabin was located on Greenhorn Mountain.
The cabin was built in the late 1800’s. It was a miner’s cabin and also a store located near the Mayflower and Bear Trap mines. The Frenchman (name unknown) who lived in the cabin and ran the mine turned up missing and was found under a cave-in in the Bear Trap Mine with a pick hole in the back of his head.
It was rumored that he had buried some $100,000 of this money in places around the cabin. His relatives recovered $48,000 of the money. Who knows where the rest is, if there is any! The Kern Valley Historical Society bought the cabin from the U.S. Forestry Service in 1991 along with another cabin called the Flying Eagle for the sum of one dollar. All of its parts were numbered, disassembled, brought down to the museum, and reassembled by society members. It was kind of like a huge Lincoln Log Erector Set. Everything had to go together in the correct order.
We put a new roof on it, added a new foundation, and made numerous other repairs. The cabin walls were all built from rough-hewn logs. The corner joints were fitted together by a skilled craftsman. When visiting, take a close look at the corners. The cabin is a fine example of a one room cabin of that era.
It didn’t have all the comforts that we cannot live without today like electricity, indoor plumbing, and air conditioning. But it had walls, a roof over your head to keep you dry, and a floor under you to keep the bugs and dirt to a minimum. With a cast iron stove to keep you warm, it was a real luxury for a mining camp of its time. T
he Mayflower Log Cabin is a must see. With a little imagination, it can take you back in time. So go inside the cabin, sit down, and let your mind dream a little about the rough and tumble days of yesterday. The days we hold in such mystique.