Green had his share of the profit and the glory. He had rounded
the Horn in 1853 to join his brother in Astoria, where John
Green and H. C. Leonard had, three years earlier, established
the only competitor of the Hudson Bay Company's trading-post
at the mouth of the Columbia River. And in 1856 he and his
brother had moved their business from Astoria to Portland.

Three years later the Greens founded the Portland Gaslight
Company and buflt the first gas works in Oregon--the third,
they boasted, to be constructed on the Pacific Coast. In 1861
they purchased the Portland water works from the original
grantee, whose plant consisted of one mile of wooden pipe and
a pump located on a small stream. Soon afterward they promoted
the Oregon Iron Works Company, the first company on the
Coast for smelting iron ores and manufacturing pig iron. With
these three enterprises, all highly successful as Portland grew,
Mr. Green had reason to compete with the city's best in the
splendor of his home.

All Portland was proud of Cedar Hill and proud of its builder.
Though it was common knowledge that Henry Green drank to
excess, everyone pointed out that he never appeared in public
when intoxicated and that, whatever his condition, he was a
charming gentleman. He had died in 1885 in New York City,
whither he had gone on business after visiting the New Orleans
exposition and attending the inauguration of President Cleve-
land. A friend, who had been with him in Washington, wrote a
fulsome eulogy for the Portland paper. "In all the countless
throng of distinguished men that walked those streets, embrac-
ing the aristocracy of both continents," he said, speaking of the
inaugural ceremonies, "there was no more graceful figure nor
flashing presence than the tall and sinewy figure of this repre-
sentative Oregon man, who moved through those courtly
throngs with the aplomb of Alcibiades himself. . . . He will be
missed by the hard-faring poor, whose sufferings he relieved
and kept his munificence a profound secret. He will be missed
by the rich, who know the value of that charity which gives no
alms but pours out tender words in hours of grief and mental
suffering. He was a self-poised character, a man who rose to

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