The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-06-01


tian stOre-keeper, and, together with his
excellent wife, hotel-keeper, druggist,
and family physician, also a Good
Templar, and, we believe, Granger,
entertained us at his house, while the
whisky ring congregated at the little
wart of saloon on the hill, and the
warehouse below was occupied as neu-
tral ground by both factions.
Night came, and there was opposition
among the people, young and old, as to
where the dance should be held. For a
time it seemed as though the liquor side
chad it," But Good Templar made a
little speech, and the scale turned.
Temperance led the victorious party off
in triumph to a neighboring house, and
whisky followed suit, munching sour
grapes.
We were sleeping the innocent sleep
of the righteous and knew not till morn
ing that the two wings had had row.
But murder will out. Somebody who
had been foiled in his efforts to promote
whisky, and was also fuddled with it,
had taken revenge upon Mr.. Casio for
being a temperance man by cutting his
cats tail nearly off, and leaving the
poor creature to drag the disabled ap-
pendage under the logs and bridges,
with a feline feeling that all men were
monsters. Poor puss 1t was not to be
wondered at that its humane master
was aroused. Such a down-setting as
king alcohol received on that otherwise
quiet Sunday morning, as the landlord
preacher, while defending himself with
liberty pole, denounced the coward
who had MANNED his cat, will not be
soon forgotten. We remembered Peter
Cartwright and looked out through the
window and listened, and honored DIR.
Casio more than ever. The man who is
ready to back his religion with his mus
Gle when necessary is honestly in earn
est. After while all was quiet Oh the
Willamette, and we went out to recon-
noiter. But poor pussy was afraid to
trust even women, since a man had
thus maltreated her, and we called for
her in vain. Then we all went down to
the school-house, nearly a mile away,
where we held a temperance meeting,
and then back to dinner. After this we
patronized a peripatetic picture gallery
which was doing thriving business.
At four o'clock we embarked in an
open boat for Thomas Buckman's farm,
three miles up the river, on the Delecta-
BILE Mountains, where all parties retired
at a late hour, with the skies as clear as
crystal, giving promise of q nipping
frost. But morning brought, instead,
another binding, driving rain. What
could be done? We had to go home;
but how? A bright idea struck our
liege. He would go back to New Era
in the small boat and take the morning
train, and ourself and boys would hail
the "Fannie Patton" at ten O'Clock.
Now, good lady reader, if you want
more fun than you can ever pay for,
just try running down slippery side
hill for quarter of mile in a pouring
rain, the mud over your shoes at every
step, while you clutch your Sunday
clothes with both hands and let your
best hat catch the storm. Then, when
you're nearly down the hill, and begin
to imagine that you're over the worst OF
it, aud turn to look after the boat, and
find yourself sprawling in the mud,
with your head downwards and your
body at an angle of forty-five degrees,
and you pick yourself up and go blum
dering on, while your smallest boy in
following falls flat also and raises pit
iful cry for the aid you can't give him
if you don't think circus is tame for
ever after, you've poor appreciation Of
enjoyment, that's all.
But the dear old boat hove to, and 9
slippery plank was made to span slip.
perry space, and we, with slippery feet
passed over it, while our good friends
the Buckmans, bade US God speed, and
we steamed down the river, wet, muddy
and jubilant.
Two days at home-days of active
toll, with company and hurry and story.
writing and worry-and we were of
again, the financial needs of the Peo,
ple's Paper keeping us almost con,
stantly upon the wing.
Stopped over night with dear rela.
tives in the suburbs of Woodburn, or
one of the finest farms in the State
where the time passed all too quickly
with so much to talk about, and on the
morrow we were off for Salem, stopping
for a while at the store of Captain
Hedges, in Woodburn, and gladly re-
newing the acquaintance of other day:
with his estimable wife.
Two hours by rail, and again we are 6
guest in one of the pleasant suites o
the commodious Chemeketa Hotel.
The State Grange is in session, anC
this is its headquarters. How we re-
joice to see so many toil-bowed womer
in attendance at the Grange meeting
True, we are not a Granger, and car
only meet them when not in session
but many of them tell US that but fol
the Grange they would have no interes
in life. 1t brings grateful change t.
the monotony of their isolated exist