The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-10-08
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presents very active business front.
Its streets are crowded with country
customers, coming to town to exchange
their commodities for tobacco, calico
and groceries, and, per consequence, the
merchants drive thriving trade. The
town presents somewhat antiquated
appearance, with here and there new
dwelling-house going up, to relieve the
monotony of an otherwise general de-
cay. The cars reach the station every
evening between seven and eight o'clock,
and the overland stages leave the hotel
an hour or so after, consequently every
thing else accommodates itself to that
idea on weekday evenings, making the
lecture hour so very late that our audi
ences were smaller, except on Sunday,
than at any other point along the route.
But the people are thoroughly awake
ON the woman question, the most no.
ticeable progress being visible among
the women themselves. Quite a num-
Der of new patrons enrolled their names
upon the subscription list of the Peo-
ple's Paper, among them several who
would not have looked at it year ago.
Some gentlemen from Portland have
taken charge Of the Mcclellan hotel, and
if they will only plaster it throughout
and kill the bed-bugs that have taken
refuge behind the cloth-and-papered
walls, thereby defying all other at
tempts to destroy them, they (the gen.
tlemen, not the bugs) will doubtless
find their enterprise paying one. Mr..
and Mrs. Mcclellan retire from the busi-
ness with the general goodwill of the
travelling public whom they have served
long and faithfully.
At six o'clock on Wednesday morn
ing our good hostess, Mrs. Hall, awoke
US to partake of choice breakfast, pre-
paratory to making our long journey
over the mountains. We were soon on
our perch beside the obliging driver,
while the unfortunate possessors Of in
side seats in the rattling coach received
our sincere sympathy.
For a half-hour or so after leaving
Roseburg we toiled along between two
rolling ridges, with here and there q
farm upon one hand, and feeble line Of
hillside fence upon the other, in full
view of great bald hills, with occasional
clumps of trees upon their sides, like
the hair below the ears of an elderly
gentleman, and once in while few
struggling frs at the top, like the stray
capillary shoots yet growing upon the
crown of a younger man; and after 9
while we saw, upon the very summit o.
one of these, a mammoth fir and wide.
spread oak living in wedlock side by
side, just like some respectable ole
couples we wot of, the husband all state
illness and loquacity, and the wife al
rotundity and argument. AS we watched
them we fell amusing. In fact, Brothe
Hammond's musehas taken possession
, of US lately, and everything that strikes
us like an odd fancy sets our fingers a
, tingling in some sort of doggerel. If W,
ever get to the insane asylum over it W,
, hereby advise our guardians to prose
cute our evangelical brother for innocu
, lating US with metrical rabies. Blu
here is our stage-coach rhapsody owe
that "forest couple" The thin,
"whistles ITSELF" so of course it's ''inspi
! rationale But hear:
! In lonely grandeur there they stood
> Upon the mountains rim;
With dignity he gazed on her,
, With smiles she gazed on him.
''My darling, we have braved ;" he said,
''The storms of life together,
4 And on each others charms have fed
: Through calm and windy weather.
And now, when we are growing old,
Your bounds you overspread-
= On my preserves you're poaching.
Nature ordained that should be
, The head of this 'ere family,
And thus preserve my dignity.
3 Take in your bounds, you naughty tree,
D And strive to be more womanly,
f Don't dare to be outgrowing me,
I Then will cease reproaehing."
s "Dear Mr.. Fir" the oak replied,
Her dumpy neck upstretching,
While her broad arms she opened wide,
Deep shadows round him fetching;
t ''Dear Mr.. Fir, cannot help
n My very plump dimensions.
If you, yourself, will broader grow,
And cease to boast and sputter so
e About your fancied dignity,
J, I do assure you we shall see
q An end TO these contentious"
"Get back into your God-made sphere,
:. Or shall cease to love yOu,"
In lofty tones cried Mr.. Fir.
any province lies above you.
J. Your proud dominion pll not brook.
am free white male, ma'am;
- The other frs in scorn will look
Take in your spreading sail, ma'am."
y 'God made me as am" she cried,
r Sand if twas not intended
:. That should thus stand by your side,
You needn't get offended),
Just call on Him TO curtail these,
: Ny beautiful dimensions;
And if He will, I here declare
I'll make no more pretensions.
e But why should we, like silly men
A And women, hold contentious
d O'er rights which God doth grant TO both
With wisest of intentions ?"
i "Once, madam, you were proud to bask
Beneath my shade," said he.
" Because could, but now the task
u Beyond me lies," quoth she.
Il "You're tall and am broad, !" she said;
g "You grow and so do I, sir;
% gain in breadth and you in height,
!. So cease your silly cry, sir.