New-York daily tribune., 1844-08-06

A DEAD Fongsr IN THE OREGON CouNTRY-A
letter in the ST. Louis print, entitled The Re
yeille," gives the following account of scene
beheld by the writer on a ridge Of the Wind
River Mountains
"On the eighth morning OF our journey home
ward two of Us left the camp, IN company with
10 P,urier, making toward near ridge of the
Wind River Mountains, in search of buffalo,
which VIC hoped to find in the wild and secluded
little valley OF Popc AhFc, The Pope Ahge is
current of bright mountain water, Winding
through deep, narrow, grassy valley, that cleaves
the granite hills of Oregon. in that region border
ing the Mandan District. The morning was BIT
ter cod though the 24th of August, and psit-
ing rain, soon after cur starting, came down upon
us from the dark and comloriless sky. About
mid day, after passing here and there ie" strsg-
Cling bulls, VIC found it would be necessary TO
mount The RIDGE and look for cows on the other
side, as no far sign of the night game had jet
appeared. Accordingly, we scrambled upward
and, witt, great labor, at length reached The sum-
NIT.
A scene here opened upon us such as we had
neYer before conceived, and, perhaps, quite im-
possible to convey in description. Thick forests
covered the mountain, half the trees standing,
half of them prostrate, and every one dead. Not
particle OF bark remained among all these ghost
like remnants OF gigantic but now blasted aud
extinct vegetation. The huge rocks were swept
bare Of earth, By the violent winds from which
this chain takes is name. Nothing met the
eye in any direction, utnakedl granite and blast
ed trees. Afeellng of intense awe chilled through
our veins, and crept into our hearts, Us we gazIo
round upon scene that forced into the mind a
new and vast conception of desoiation in sub
Unity Big rain drops were still beating against
us, with the force OF nail stones, as they were
driven almost horizontally across the bleak noun
tain top by the screaming wind. The tall pines,
leafless barkless and branchless, stood in gaping
ceits and fissures, pointing their spires into the
sky, like ghostly fingers upb:aiding their destroy
err Many were pulpy with rottenness, though
still standing, upheld by the firm twlningo of their
roots among the rocks. Those that had fallen
seemed as though they had crumbled to their des-
cent without crash, SO silent was every thing,
except the fierce wind 10 which the white spec
tres appeared listening, in descate grandeur, as It
| hew ever the mountain"
TIE DYING WlFg.-There is an affecting pas
sage in one of the letters of Mrs. Grant OF Lag
gan, recently published, describing the death OF
| Mrs. Brunton, author Of 'SclC-Control, Dlscl-
| pllne, etc. Being LOT long tiihe "itiout oii-
spring. she sgnalized herself by her tender care
of the forIorn and helpless children of others. AT
length, after being nineteen years married, her
only earthly wish seemed about to be granted.
why says Mrs. Grant, should | tell you OF
oar hopes and joys on this OCCASION After three
days of great suffering, she gave birth to still
born child. She insisted on seeing 1t, held its
hand and said, The feeling this hand has caus-
cd 10 my heart will never leave it. Shortly after,
relative came in, and spoke tendery of her loss,
There was nothing SO dear to me as my child
she replied, and make my Saviour welcome to
it, She sorrowed most OF ALL as she lay upon
her Geath-bed, for her bereaved husband; think
ing sadly with the tender English poet:
=. Holfcould bear methinks. TO leave this earth.
| Ard thee mere loved than auGht beneath the sun.
If had lived 10 smile bot on tlc birth
OF one dear pledge: and shali There then be none
In future lines. gentle little one ~
10 clasp thy neck and look resembling me ~
knickerbocker