Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1873-06-05

The man still wears his raven name long
about his shoulders, and the squaw sits
wrapped in her blanket, her cheeks and
forehead dyed deep vernillion. The
location of the modern town Ii still the
same, and when you stand on tlie broad
fine dock, the view seaward is very beauti-
full The broad mouth of the Columbia
forms fine bay, twenty-five miles long,
from seven to fourteen wide; on both
sides bordered by very high hills heavily
timbered, except on the south side Mt the
entrance, where there is a gradual descent
to low sandy strip of land on which Fort
Stevens is situated. If the day is clear,
the white barracks and the stars and stripe
flying from the flag staff arc clearly seen
while nearly opposite, guarding the north
ern entrance, is the high promontory of
Cape Disappointment, ON which the. white
tower Of the lighthouse is also visible,
though fourteen miles away. Asyou turn
from the beautiful bay with it's waves
dancing in the sun or white capped by the
breeze sweeping in from the Pacific, you
see before yOu the little town; part built
on tcrraccd streets cut from the hills in
the background, part built on docks, the
tide running up under the pilos. The
majority Of the houses are neat, modern
little cottages, all with front and side
gardens filled with fruits trees and flowers
in the summer.
Our winters You know are not like the
Eastern ones, with severe cold and snow
but are long and rainy; endlessIy rainy
it seems sometimes. But Oregonians
never confnc themselves to the house for
the rain. A long board walk extends the
length of the town along the Bay; and
hero VIC walk on these mild winter days,
sometimes through soft Scotch mist,
sometimes through driving rain. DC
casionally, the heavy clouds lift and the
welcome sun blesses US with his warmth
and light. Then we find dry board to
place on an old log on the beach, and sit
enjoying the grand scene before us, listen
ing to the roar of the breakers dashing
over the bar, or feeding with crusts the
screaming sea gulls who have been hover
ing near the land for food while the storm
RACES outside. Very often some stately
old raven approaches lured into security
by our motionless figures, and commences
dolorous cry, which, after reading Poe,
one can very readily interpret into "Never-
more"
Our modern, comfortable hotel is built
on the dock, with nothing before to inter
cept our view, and possesses broad win
dows, from which we watch the white
| winged ships and steamers coming in over
the bar, from England California, Austria
liza, China or the Sandwich Island; and
loading again for their return trip with
canned salmon and the world renowned
wheat of Oregon.
On tho first bright day which would
permit of pedestrian tour, We visited the
| site of the old fort built by the Astoria COM
pany for protection against the Indians
but of course the palisades have rotted
long ago; and in the old graveyard, We
| had to part the bushes to read on weather
beaten tombstones, the dates Of 1911 and
ID. Perhaps,
"IIere lies, his head upon the lap Of Garth,
youth to fortune and to fame unknown"
Certainly many of the pioneers on this
coast were the of stuff of which heroes are
made, not forgetting the brave yoman
who accompanied them.
M.tl.S.