The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-08-01
GOING TO THE COAST.
By MARIE KAMUNN.

Do not, 1 beseech you, compare me to
the immortal Dickens ''dismal man."
when / inform you, with many a sigh
and groan, that summer brings for me
no pleasing fancies, no dreamy reflec-
tions, no happy recOllections of the past,
no blissful air-castles for the future; in
stead, there is only bitter, unavailing
regret for an expedition planned and
carried out during the cheated term'
three years ago. / never see a gay young
party tucked into a vehicle with numer-
erous Ct ceterdS crowded around them,
chasing the beautiful delusions of a
''good time," without rolling up my
eyes, elevating my nasal organ, clasp
ing my hands, striking an attitude
and gasping out with fiery Indignation:
'They know not what they do. Soon,
aye, very soon they will return dis
gusted, disheartened, disenehanted. :"
Now, methinks, "why not disenchant
them before they gO?"
So in the silence of my room, where
not a sound is heard save the snoring of
my companion and the mosquitoes
chanting their siren melodies, sitting by
my window, where, waited on the even
ing breeze, come the faint sweet sounds
of the barking of innumerable small
dogs, and the clear, ringing bass Of
myriads of amphibians bearing the
euphOnious appellation of "bull frogs" f"
amid all this dreamy silence, take my
pen to write "ATy Bitter Experience in
Camping Out"
Bear with me one moment if digress
a trifie from the vital subject at issue to
describe my sleeping friend. Her hair
is twisted up on crimpers, tied at the end
with white wrapping twine, excepting
the front, which is rolled over part of
"Monteith's Physical and intermediate
Geography" Pale Luna's rays shine
with a silvery light over the bed tick,
and with the winged demons lowering
over her devoted head, waiting to drink
her life blood, she SHORES peacefully on
dreaming sweet dreams / doubt not
OF school, Of thrashing, boys and scold-
ing girls. Sleep on, oh beautiful
maiden! curl papers, touch very ten
derly her fair young head; mOonbeams,
don't shine in her face, you might
awake her musquitoe, still chant thy
heaven inspired strains; cen though
thou art false, I would not have her
dream Of thy treachery; yea, sing on,
but for PHYS sake, LET ME alone!
Now for my experience. School had
been dismissed for the summer vacation
of 1870 when / received an invitation to
go with party to the Coast.
If anything could have dampened my
ardor in the enterprise, it certainly
would have been the young man who
gave the invitation. He was dressed in
a buff-cOlored, eorn-eolored, snufi-col-
ored, brownish, yellowish suit, with a
pale green melancholy-lOoking neck-tie
lie had Uery green expression Of coun-
Uenanee, an impediment in his speech,
ana freckles. In fact, / could give a
uesenption ,.sc Of the entire party in that
niue "ord, hoTrid, with a few prefixes
anu suihxes. Mrs. V. was small. did
uer mar over roll, and was freckled.
MISS M. was tall, had large mouth.
wore eurls " and was very freckled:
ahO'her member of the party had once
had the smallpox; he rejoiced in a
proboseis that pointed northess, ond
southwest, and where there ,,,os,,,. :
smallpox pitt there was freckle and
Uice Uersd. Your humble servant was
short, had a pug nose and many n
freckle. The driver was long, lean.
cadaverous individual, with a mouth
that was in continual pucker as if he
was just contemplating a whistle which