The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1879-10-10

little business. The press reporters quar-
ters. near the entrance, affords the Bohemi-
ands ample opportunity to write out their
ESSAYS ON matters and things in general,
provided they can shot themselves up IN
themselves and close their ears to the COM
plimentary remarks and curious gaze OF
passers by, who consider them something
out of the ordinary line. Sam A. More
land and N. J. Levison, the irrepressibies,
represent the Oregonian. +. X. Henderson
and Mrs. q. S. Woodwork of this city,
the Standard. w. L. Eppinger the Bee and
his own interesting journal, The Oregon
Farmer. s. A. Clarke, the Willamette Farm
er; beside dozen or more additional repre-
sentatives of the weekly press throughout the
state. 1t is surprising to note the number
Of newspaper men one will naturally run
across at a place of that kind; and the man
who owes the printer has hard time in
dolping them, for while he is slipping to
one s,de to avoid 81 so creditor he will
rush matily into the arms of some publisher
whose paper he has been taking for years,
perhaps. without thought of what it costs
the printer, and then he realizes indeed that
'sThe way of the transgressor is hard.
A stroll around the booths shows, at a
glance, they are well filed and the proprie-
tors more than desirous of securing custom
Candies and cigar venders allure you with
all kinds of honey words, and you can hard
ly make yourself believe that q fellow is
prevaricating when he assures you, with
tears in his eyes, that this is the place to get
five pure Havana cigars for quarter OF
dollar. Enter an oyster booth and compute,
if you can, the depth you will be compelled
to dive into your stew to rescue therefrom
the solitary bivalve.
That there are tricks in all trades but ours,
we are more than ever firmly convinced as
we casually contemplate our surroundings.
There appears O scarcity of lottery schemes
ON the grounds this year but it may be be-
cause it is too early in the week and we may
have no cause for complaint before the fair
is over. There is the usual blind fiddler,
but we must confess he is an improvement
on the average, and it is really amusing to
listen to some of his songs, which are in
many cases original and more or less humor-
ous The book agent is here, in all his glo-
ry, and were we to subscribe for them all, it
would not only break us up in business but
it would render us in fit condition to be
examined on a.charge of insanity, and we
are already weak and faint from over exer-
ton in dodging them.
The receipts at the gates on the first two
days aggregated about 81 400. The third
day of the fair, which was Friday, showed
an Improvement in all departments, although
lowering clouds kept many away, and old
Sols benign face as it peered forth occasion
ally, failed to dispel the gloomy predictions
occasioned by the still prevailing south wind
The various department clerks have been
kept sufficiently busy to keep them warm
| in entering articles for exhibition: Geo. 5.
4 N II; cho1 ioh
and every where, while Secretary Waite is
omnipresent, as it were Everybody pre-.
diets way up time, provided it don't rain,
proviso by the way that it is well enough
| to guard against. The campers this morn
| ing look somewhat demoralized. Their
abodes at best are far from comfortable and
the rain drops festively sporting in odd cor
ners and too often investigating the myster-
les of the family circle, are apt to breed dis
content and cause campers out to wish they
had never heard of such thing as an Ore
gon State Fair. Contemplate, if you can,
the inconveniences of the situation. They
retire at night weary and worn out, for
hours, perhaps, court Morpheus, in vain.
A perfect pandemonian of noises reign su-
preme outside and it is not until the early
morning hours arrive that they can close
their eyes in undisturbed sleep. Meanwhile
the constant patter, patter OF the rain on
the roof sounds aught but pleasant to ears
refined or otherwise. Soon a monstrous
drop works its way through the crevices
and falling hits the old man plump on the
end of his rum colored proboscis. He starts
up and rips out an oath which, in turn,
rouses the old Lady who in rolling over gives
the Young one dig in the ribs and it sends
up yell. The older children hear the hub
bnb and they awoke to find the bed clothes
saturated with rain and themselves almost
frozen. Then they commence grumbling
and the dog sets up yelp, which others in
the camp take up, until the combined clat-
ter sets the horses to neighing and dis
heartened mule takes up the refrain and sets
things up lively until the inmates of every
camp in the neighborhood are fully aroused
and further sleep is out the question. The
women folks busy themselves in covering
up, and thus protecting the edibles
from the inclemency, while the old man
makes himself generally disagreeable in find
ing fault with everybody in general and the
weather clerk in particular. Ascertaining,
beyond doubt, that sleeping is thing OF
the past the old brute finally hustles out
and endeavors to kindle up fire. The wood
is wet, the matches are wet and the devil is
to pay generally. Securing few live Goals,
from less unfortunate neighbor, he blows
them into fame and at thesame time blows
the old woman up for ever sanctioning the
idea of camping out. Breakfast is finally
ready, and such breakfast. l dare not
even attempt description of it. Suffice to
say that having eaten it everybody is crosser
than ever and they all start out to see the
sights in mood anything but enviable in
its general character. This, however, is
but the gloomy side of the picture which q
few hours sunshine will dispel and create the
utmost harmony and contentment in here