The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-11-06
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.


of rising at four and a half A. N, aud
hurrying out in the darkness to reach
the Dalles-ward bound steamer, any
thing but agreeable in either anticipa-
ton or fulfillment. But, with the ever
ready assistance of our gracious liege,
we were soon ready and aboard the o. S.
n. Company's little steamer Welcome.
The cabin was crowded to its utmost
capacity. The Oneonta having laid off
for repairs, the little boat found it diff
cult to accommodate the rush of travel,
but we were all good-natured and neigh
borly, and made the most of our narrow
quarters. The Welcome is snug and
staunch and new, being intended for the
lighter uses of the company for short
routes, for which it is admirably fitted
up.
The forenoon passed, as life in steam
boats usually does, in reading, chatting,
criticising your neighbors, surveying the
river banks, farms and mountains, COM
menting upon passing events, and won
dering what time of day you would be
enabled to get to such and such place.
A prolonged race with the Otter, over
which some of our company grew very
much frightened, resultedin our steamer
bidding the ambitious craft that had
tried to pass us Welcome goodbye, as
our captain {" held the nozzle agin" the
cure and sent our boat snorting up
the Columbia, plowing the foam with
her uostrils, and grunting under her load
like an overburdened and complaining
elephant.
Eleven o'clock and the Lower Cas-
eades met each other at precisely the
right moment. Old Time cheerfully ex-
changed kiss for the Cascades picture,
and we all entered the cars and were
soon over the portage, and climbing the
circular stairway of the ecommodious and
well kept steamer, Daisy Ainsworth.
Here we had a dinner that would do
honor to the famous Fall River line.
The boat is elegantly furnished, con-
veniently arranged, neat as pin and
The United States mail steamer
Teazer, which the citizens of The Dalles
consider appropriately named, because
it runs in opposition to the long-esiab-
lished line, is doing thriving business,
being well patronized by the citizens of
Wasco in whose interests it was placed
upon the river.
The Daisy Ainsworth landed at the
wharf, Permenas Adams was on hand
with an omnibus, and those bound for
the Umatilla House and other destina-
tions in the Dalles, were soon seated Uis
a Uis, as in the Broadway bus, and rat
Ting over the stones at a rapid rate.
Our genial friend, r. Pentland, Esq,
met US at the hotel and took us 10 his
elegant home, where we enjoyed de-
lightful visit with his happy and pleas
ant family. The guest chamber, where
we write, overlooks the broad Columbia,
the pointed pines, the everlasting hills
and gray, basaltic rocks, for which the
place is noted. Below us smiles the
peaceful town, adorned with trees and
walks, and fountains that surround
tasteful dwellings, where twenty years
ago the wild Indian roamed over the
rocks and sands, or basked lazily in the
shimmering autumn sunshine that now
beams upon asters and chryssnthemums
in the door yards or lights the holly with
a blood-red glow, as it kisses the vine
embowered widows of elegant homes.
High up, on yonder collonnades of
rock, and almost within a stones throw
Of our seat on the window-sill, sits Lo,
the poor Indian, with his papoose and
squaw with an old blanket shawl spread
beneath their feet for n tabble cloth, and
as they sit upon its edges and pick meat
from the skull of an OK, like vultures,
you almost conclude that the civiliza-
ton of the white man is somewhat su-
perior to their primitive mode of pre-
pairing and partaking of an epicurean
repast. But tastes will differ. Evei as
we write, the Indian looks upon us with
benign compassion, and his squaw eyes
us with n critical leer, which makes us
nervous Evidently they considered us
badly out of our sphere.
Saturday evening brought us a fine
audience in the cozy Congregational
Church, where people of intelligence
and culture and good humor and good
manners, listened for an hour and half
to the gospel of peace on earth and good
will TO men aud women.
Attended the same church on Sunday,
and enjoyed a good sermon from Mr..
Butcher, formerly of Albany. Our friend
Mr.. b. Is well appreciated here.
The Dalles people take great pride in
pointing out the former residence ofPro-
fessor Condor. One lady said, awe
took Mr.. Condor by the hand and
helped and encouraged him, and sent
him out from among US with a national
reputation" In this we gladly ac-
quiesced.
Yesterday afternoon, while we were
heartily enjoying coy chat with Mrs.
Postmaster Wilson and Mrs. Rancher
Donnell, both widows, and consequently
striking exceptions to the generally ac-
cepted sophIstry that women are sup
ported by men, Mr.. Adams and lady,
also firm friends of the Woman Move
ment, came along and took US out for a
drive. The crystal atmosphere was so
pure that you could hardly sense your
own breathing. Outover the rocky hills
we went. up among the mines. with their