The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-09-18

but there was much to see and much
more to talk about, and cold as it was,
and hard as the wind blew, and sea-sick
as we were, we guess we enjoyed it
though our education in that line has
been neglected; and q sail boat to the
uneducated excites about as much
genuine appreciation in the stomach as
operatic music conveys to the ear that
hears without understanding and ap-
plauds without wisdom.
a good fire and quiet nap at Arrigoni's
partly refreshed us by lecture time, and
we were met in the evening by fair
audience gathered between showers
to whom We spoke for an hour and 4
half upon politics.
Astoria is improving rapidly at pres
ent. The farmers warehouse, new
cannery and a goodly number of new
residences are in course of erection, and
business is quite brisk. Several ships
are lying laziIy at anchor, and the o. ).
n. and w. r. Il. Company's boats ply
busily between Portland and adjoining
places, the opposition making travel
cheap and brisk. Good reader, don't
imagine that We mean TO say that tran
sit is rapid when we tell you travel is
brisk. You'll make a great mistake if
you so understand us.
Col. Taylor, who is President of the
Clatsop County w. 5. A, very kindly
engaged hall, planned lectures and in
divers other ways accommodated US, for
all of which we trust that a heavy ac-
count is being placed to his credit be-
yond the river Jordan. Certes, l0e can't
repay him, at least, not in his country.
Collector ID. w. Hare and his inter-
esting family entertained us pleasantly
at their home on the hill side. These
excellent friends, with many others in
Astoria, are strong adherents to the
Woman Movement, and have unwaver-
ing faith in the determination of the
party in power to fulfill its pledges.
Reader, did you ever travel up or down
the Skipanon? No? Then follow US. The
Katata, an infinitessimal steamer about
the size of your neighbor's bathroom,
blows tiny whistle and you go aboard,
stopping to enter the little cabin, and
with your fellow travellers you proceed
! leisurely adown the Columbia, hugging
the shore and feeling cautiously for the
mouth of the stream you are in quest OF,
and which, at least, is indicated by a
cape of tide-land meadow, which you
leave upon your right, and 90 winding
through the labyrinthine maZes of q
slough, so crooked that its banks remind
you of the raveled loops of your friends
crochet work, with which the busy kit
ten has been playing until the whole
combines a seemingly inextricable
snarl. But the Katata snorts, and pants,
and labors, and you look out for the op-
posite banks and wait, neverf finding them
where you think they ought to be, but
fetching up at unnumberable kinks in
the stitches, till at last, having "knitted
| ten, purled three, loOped six, dropped
eight and narrowed SIXTEEN" as they
say in fancy work, you 'linish Off your
last scallop and wind up at Skipanon
landing, where you mount the stage in
a binding rain-or 'Ce did-and proceed
/ toward the seaside.
our destination this time is Morri-
sons Church, two miles from Skipanon,
where we have an appointment to speak
in the evening, with very poor pros
/ pect for 4 large attendance But the
clouds break away, the neighbors are
notified, good Mr.. and Mrs. Morrison are
hospitable, everybody is sociable, and
we meet a surprisingly good audience,
within hearing of the roar of the ocean,
whose breakers have dashed against the
shores of the Morrison homestead, where
the family have lived for more than
thirty years.
Back next day to Astoria in an open
boat. Being tired out, we get excused
from filling an afternoon appointment,
and we rest at Mr.. Hare's till Monday
evening, when we, for the third time,
meet an Astoria audience. Then we go
aboard. the Dixie Thompson, enseonce
ourself in a cosy room and fall to sleep,
aided by the ceaseless lullaby of the lap,
lap, tapping tide.
Home on Tuesday, and on Wednes-
day take the morning train, delegate
from Nonpareil Lodge to the Temper
ance Union. A. J. d.