The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-12-11
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.

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DEAR READERS or THE NEW NORTHWEST.
Although at home again, and for the
nonce, both editor and correspondent,
We have some things to chronicle con-
cerning our last journeyings, which we
find it more convenient TO jot in episto-
larry than editorial form.
Our last hailed from Lafayette, and
you will remember that we promised to
go from thence to Dayton. Well, We
went. Mr. Dale, the gentlemanly and
obliging Sheriff of Yamhill, was going
over to Dayton to serve a summons on
somebody, and, as it is an ill-wind that
blows nobody any good, we and Master
Ralph, Jour "neglected baby" who
sometimes accompanies us on short
Journeys to "take care Of mamma - }
were accommodated by the Sheriff with
a free ride TO Riley's hotel. This hotel
is kept by a son-in-law and daughter OF
Mr.. Jacobs, now deceased, who founded
the business nearly quarter of CEN
tury ago. Here you get the best of fare,
OGuS anu lO1-
pitable, friendly and dhonorable treatment
in every way.
The day had been unusually pleasant
and balmy, but the evening was omin
Gus Of rain. Prospects for a lecture
looked decidedly blue, and we were
fearfully homesick But, when the hour
arrived for the meeting, the neat and
commodious Methodist Church was we'll
filled by an earnestly appreciate audi
ence. General Palmer introduced us to
the waiting multitude, and we soon felt
at home. The contribution to the cause
was liberal, and the good people were as
social as though we had always been ac-
quainted.
Dayton is another town which we
have booked for protracted meeting in
the future.
The morning brought a fearful rain
none of your Oregon mists, but a regular
drenching outpour from the overcharged
heavens
Steamer started before daylight. Mas
ter Ralph grasped the hand of a gentle
man and started ahead with the admo-
milton, 'Look out for the mud, mamma"
which we did-to no purpose. There is
a long incline Of steps leading from the
warehouse TO the river; steps that were
made when Oregon was young, and they
were horribly slippery, dark and muddy.
Had saichel in one hand and bundle
in the other, Of course, (being a woman,
and our shoes and skirts attracted so
much of the classic soil of Yamhill, that
they were literary ruined. Don't know
but we had better let them 10 some en-
terprising woman-gardener for potato
patch.
Somebody took Ralph by the hand
and led him forward on the boat, caus-
ing us to lose sight of him in the dark
ness. We feared that he'd fallen over
board, ard for time were almost fran
tic. Then, after looking everywhere
else, and calling ourself hoarse in q vain
attempt TO make him hear, we rushed
into the cabin and found the Young
American calmly experimenting the
porter, who was building a fire. If we
hadn't been a Christian we might have
spanked one embyro protector" Asit
was we admonished him Uery gently,
and received for answer, "Why, mamma,
don't you suppose Pm able TO take care
of myself? could travel alone to Bos-
ton if you'd only give me enough cash"
Nv. cfnhaI fnr fhaf nI,f1.lfa
He's bound to go to Congress or to be
Governor or do some other damaging
deed yet, if his precoeity isn't nipped in
the bud
About noon our steamer, the Dayton,
drifted iuto the basin at Oregon City.
While We were seated upon a bale of
brown paper in the warehouse, impa-
tiently awaiting the swinging round of
the Welcome, so We might get aboard, a
gentleman who knew us we'll, came
along and said: "Mrs. Duniwav, |
should think you wouldn't find much
pleasure in leading the life of an timer
ant missionary. Wouldn't you be q
great deal better Off at home? We
looked ruefully at our mud-be-spattered
shoes and skirts, answered in this wise
ga man was once aboard an ocean
steamer, and when the vessel began to
roll fearfully, lie grew very pale. He
was leaning over the side of the vessel,
yelling oh, my! IN choking accents,
when the Captain came along and said,
'Halloa there sick - The man gasped
out spasmodically, You don't think Pm
enduring all this for fun, do you D"
Our friend saw the point and promised
to subscribe for the NEW NORTHWEST
for his wife who had long wanted it, but
couldn't get the money.
We climbed board, at an angle Of
forty-five degrees, and were soon en-
sconced in the steamer cabin, where,
with a lady friend, we spent an hour
quite pleasantly.
Reached Portland at five p. NJ, and
have been rushed, as usual, ever since.
A. J. d.
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