History of Maloney's Grove
In 1913, Peter J. Maloney purchased a farm about two miles from town and made a portion of it on the South
Fork into a picnic and camping resort, which became know as “Maloney’s Grove.” He built cabins, constructed
amusement features and made improvements continually until it became widely known all over this part of
the country.  People came to picnic, to stay a week or a month or sometimes for the entire summer. His chief
means of advertising was with amusing signs placed along the highways similar to a certain shaving cream
advertised now.

After twenty-five years they sold “Maloney’s Grove” because of his failing health to Mr. G. D. Needham and
moved to Seattle. Mr. Maloney reserved a small tract on which he built a cabin for himself where he could
come and spend his summers and meet and talk with his old “tillicums.”


Peter J. Maloney is widely known throughout the Pacific northwest as the owner and active manager of
Maloney's grove, which is located about one and a half miles southeast of North Bend and is one of the most
popular camping places in this section of the country. Mr. Maloney was born in Canada, August 22, 1865, a
son of Patrick and Susan (Lennon) Maloney, the former of whom was a native of Ireland and the latter of
Canada. He received his education in the public schools of Canada, and in September, 1888, came to
Seattle. Here he followed the carpenter trade for about a year, and then came to Snoqualmie and took up a
homestead. However, the land here had not at that time been surveyed, so he went back to Seattle and
worked during the summers. During the Klondike rush also he worked at the carpenter trade in Seattle. He
built for Carl Klouse the first residence in Snoqualmie and also built the first church in Issaquah, the Catholic

After working around Snoqualmie for some time, he entered the saloon business at Snoqualmie as a partner
with A. 0. Paugborn. After three years he sold his interest to his partner and started in the same line of
business at North Bend in partnership with his brother-in-law, M. H. Donlan. He remained there for four years,
when he turned his personal attention to the livery business, though retaining his financial interest in the
saloon. This interest he sold just prior to the starting of the Milwaukee Railroad. At that time he had over thirty
head of horses and he continued the livery business until practically driven from it by the advent of
automobiles. In 1906 he bought his present place. He at once proceeded to clear the land and make
necessary improvements for a good automobile camping ground. In this he succeeded to such a degree that
it has long been regarded as the best camp in this section of the county. He has eighteen acres of land, on
which are twenty-three cabins, the camp being located in a beautiful spot in a bend of the south fork of the
Snoqualmie river. Here he has a tennis court and other provisions for the entertainment of the tourists,
including a merry-go-round and fine opportunities for swimming or fishing. He has devoted much time and a
vast amount of work to the development of the grove, but it has steadily gained in popularity and he has been
abundantly repaid for his time, labor and expense.
It is interesting to note that when the camp was started it was for many years the pioneer auto camp of the
northwest and as usual with practical pioneer ideas of advancement, the near friends and relatives of Mr.
Maloney looked with askance upon his so-called foolish ideas and investment. Time and events, however,
have proved how substantial was this idea and how far-reaching the effects for others to follow.

In 1889 Mr. Maloney was united in marriage to Miss Annie C. Donlan, of Squak Valley, a daughter of Michael
and Anne (Murray) Donlan. Her parents were natives of Ireland, who first located in Washington in 1878 and in
Issaquah in 1879. Mr. and Mrs. Maloney are the parents of five children, namely: Aubrey, born on May 17,
1901, who married Miss Rosamond Miles, of Des Moines, and is now connected with the county road
department at North Bend; Peter J., Jr., born on May 6, 1905, was married to Miss Frances Lambert, of Iowa,
and they have two children, Roger and Peter J., Ill; he attended the University of Washington three years and is
a member of the Alpha Theta Omega fraternity; Harry L., born July 21, 1909, finished his education in high
school and is now connected with the county highway department; John Wallace, born August 9, 1917, and
Lucille May, born on November 24, 1919.

Mr. Maloney is a stanch democrat in his political views and has been judge of elections for his party in this
precinct for about twenty years. He belongs to the Fraternal Order of Eagles, the Men's Club and the Pioneers
of Washington. His religious faith is that of the Roman Catholic church. He was the first mayor of North Bend
and has always shown the right sort of interest in matters affecting the general welfare.

Mr. Maloney is the owner of an old-time logging outfit which he has gotten together and which is of great
interest to the people of the present day who have never seen anything of the kind. It is complete in every
respect, having skids, logs, yoke, log dogs, chains, dog maul, log jack, and a hardwood glut for turning at the
foot of a hill. This exhibit was put on at great expense by Mr. Maloney, and bears the following inscription:
"Logging Camp Outfit Forty Years Ago. Note the log jack, on the pig, coupled to the back end of turn, used to
load logs on and off the skids; also the grease can, to grease the skids, so the logs would slip easily; the dog
maul on the yoke, to drive in or pull out the dogs. They usually used five or six yoke of oxen. The logs were
much larger than these, and four to seven logs made a turn; the cost of this outfit was about fifteen hundred
dollars. Harrington & Smith, on Commercial street, furnished the hardware. Nigger Bill, on Mill street,
furnished the whiskey. The present-day outfit would cost one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars and
no whiskey."

(The History of King County by Clarence Bagely, 1929)

North Bend Horse Trader
By Peter J. Maloney

I’m not a bronco buster,
Although I like to ride.
I wouldn’t fork Strawberry Roan
With hand-holts nailed to his side.
But I am an old horse trader,
And not ashamed of that.
I’ve traded slick ones for fuzz tails
Also skinnies for fat.

I sauntered into the saloon one day,
Met an old friend playing pool.
He said “Hello, Pete, old boy,
What will you trade me for that mule?”
I said, “I have a seal brown horse,
And I will slip you ten.”

He said, “I won’t be home tomorrow,
You’ll have to make the switch.”
I said, “Oh, hell, I can’t do that - -
The horse is in the ditch.”
He handed me back the money,
And I threw it on the bar,
And said, “You’re no horse trader.
You only think you are.”

When I got back to the stables
A skinner had cut himself with his knife.
I said, “Why don’t you trade that off?”
He said, “For anything but a wife.”
I said, “Ill give you a horse for that.”
He said, “You’d better hurry.”
He handed me a two-bit knife.
The horse he had to bury.

Just then a hombre popped in
With a pretty dapple mare.
He said, “I’d like to trade with you.
They say you’re on the square.”
I said, “I’ll give you three for her.”
He said, “And a pinch of change.”
I said, “Crawl on your damned old nag
And scatter to the range.”

He said “Hold on a minute.
I have another plan.
Just give me three old halters,
And I’ll beat it for Chelan.”
I said, “They’re on the broncs,
But I ought to have a gun.”
He said, “So long oldtimer.”
And left town on the run.

When I got down to earth.
I took a look at my prize.
Her teeth were as long as my finger,
And blind in both her eyes.
I winked at my foreman.
He said that just the thing
The less you feed this winter,
The more “Jack” you’ll have next spring.

In all my trades I’ve told the truth
And I’ll tell you the reason why;
Nobody believes a horse trader,
So what’s the use to lie?
The auto put us on the bum
The book of rules is on the shelf.
Which says don’t beat the fellow,
But let him beat himself.

Livery business was interesting
But now it’s gone forever.
And I’m operating Maloney’s Grove
With arrangements very clever.
And if you come to see me
I’ll surely treat you right;
I wont trade you blind horses,
But keep you over night.