The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-06-30
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.

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DEAR READERS OF THE NEW NORTHWEST:
After finishing our last editorial letter
on board the steamer "TeninO," we re-
spouded to friendly invitation to read
the same to the assembled tourists,
thereby securing a number of new sub
scribers to the Peoples Paper, who ex-
pressed themselves anxious to possess
it, that they might have opportunity to
read the present one at their own ex-
pense.
Amid pleasant conversation and
merry laughter we travelled on and on,
climbing the rapid Columbia at labo-
rious rate, but gaining continually upon
the hills that seemed to fatten as we
proceeded, meeting here little river at
its mouth, and there a foaming water
fall, that poured ceaselessly over the
roaring, rocky solitudes where the
rabbit and sage hen abide, sometimes
passing a solitary farmhouse, where
the one woman, who is a three or four
fold servant in all save wages, gazed
lovingly at the feminine life that she
could see from the steamer, and then
turned to her supported and protected
condition to hurry; perchance, for the
next hour, for the five minutes spent in
gratifying her curiosity, the farmhouse
in question being surrounded with
orchards and vegetables, the fields
loaded with growing grain, and the ad-
jacent common stocked with horses,
sheep, and cattle.
Umatilla's nose was in the water,
even as we had seen the nose of The
Dalles. The river had completely
swamped the Wilson Hotel, thereby
driving our friend, the landlady, to
the higher gravel for safety, and break
ing up her business for the present,
which is most unfortunate.
Went ashore for a little while as the
steamer was unloading, and materially
augmented our subscription list in a
few minutes. Had the pleasure of tax.
ing tea and strawberries with Mr.. and
Mrs. Leezer, who, like everybody else in
Umatilla, and all along our route, reads
the serial story, and anxiously awaits
its coming from week to week.
on the way up to Wallula in tht
evening, it was voted that we should bt
invited to lecture. Mrs. Mcmahon, al
excellent mother in Israeli who ha
been an Oregonian since IA, engineered
the matter, and a goOdly audienc
freedom for an hour and a half. Tn
captain and other gentlemen were at
fable, and the servants obliging. Th
occasion will be long remembered, an
the friends of freedom, who materiall.
assisted to cheer us ON our way, vii
! never be forgotten.
Spent the night on the boat, and wen
ashore in the morning, Mrs. Cumming:
e the good landlady of the hotel, maxim
e us welcome in her hospitable way, an
I Mr. and Mrs. Peabody also giving L
e kindly aid in our arduous undertaking
n Net the citizens of the little rocky
g wind-worn village in the bar-room j
: the evening and gave them ''talk,
> after which we slept peacefully, despit
, the oppressive heat, the first and hO
{ test heat of the season.
Monday morning found us aboard th
train, in company of the President an
owner of the railroad, DR.. D. S. Bake
Il This gentleman, though quite along
years, is as active and enterprising as
e man of forty. He has built al
equipped thirty miles of railroad at b
own private expense, after havir
RATED the timber used in it's constru
"a ton down the Yakima, a distance
10 two hundred miles. He owns all Il
a rolling stock, also, and naturally fee
,e great pride in his enterprise. Freigh
+ have been vastly reduced, aud the ira
,e cling public greatly benefited by Il
lie road in every way, yet, a few Grang
s. teamsters have raised cry about the
at private interests, which has compell
of most of the Walla Walla merchants
sign an agreement that they will d
transport their freight from Wallu
y except in wagons; all of which prov
:. that there isn't any monopoly amol
- Changers.
AS we were rumbling along over t
he railroad, the "dead-ox carr going
Id steadily over the solid road-bed that
er- were surprised to learn that we we
90 not upon springs, our sense of smell,
. ways the keenest, became insufferat
= offended.
y "Whaps the matter" we asked t
doctor, as we looked in vain for the {
caying carcass that filled the air wi
- putridity.
~ "The Secretary of the Changers, W
'' owns a farm near us, yonder, lost
horse some little time ago, and haul
~ it off his own land, and dumped
= against the track for the benefit of {
af passengers" was the explanatory rep
- By this time the stencil had he
- waited beyond, and we drew pl
breath with a sense of relief.
Human nature is naturally tyranni
when it has opportunity, no mat
lI where you may find it, good read
'' All of us, from Granger to scisso