The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-11-11


every Jump; but we are used to it by this time,
and endure the long ride through the darkness
with a woman's forttude.
Bake Oven is stage station and post office,
presided over by Mr. and Mrs. Burgess amiable
aud hospitable couple who are enjoying the sue
cess they so eminently deserve. Their rancho is
romantically situated in a winding gvalley through
which living stream is eoursing, and is bounded
on all sides by an upland plain, which is given
over to the use of immense iocks and herds
We here yielded TO the hospitable invitation OF
the courteous host, and, after supper gave the
crowd of teamsters who were at the hotel for the
night friendly talk" which so pleased them
that we spoke again by invitation on the morrow
which, being election day" was the scene Of
unusual activity and interest. The polls were
opened in the ladies' parlor where the gentle.
manly judges presided over the destiny Of the
voters with becoming gravity. Half dozen la
dies were present every one Of whom expressed
herself determined to vote for the next Pres
dent" and, judging from the popularity Of the
suffrage movement here, have no doubt tha
they will. About one O'Clock the polls were CLOSED
for a hOrse-race, and we all went up the hill i'm 1
pouring rain to see the fun, which-such as i
was-lasted for an hour, and we then returned
wet but jolly, to the hotel, where a goOdly crowC
had assembled from radius Of forty miles arounC
to hear the lecture. The occasion could not hav,
been more opportuney chosen. In the ladies
parlor sat the judges of election, around then
their wives and daughters, and in the men,
sittng-room, which densely crowded, sat o
stood an attentive band of interested hearers o
the gospel Of liberty for women. The silly sophis
try which claims that it will degrade women t.
20 to the polls was happily exploded here by prac
I Il
and amiable wife, who is a sister Of Mrs. Young o
the Occidental Hotel Of Portland is living a few
miles from here upon "A sheep rancho, and doing
well. Mr.. and Mrs. White formerly Of Portland
aad their interesting daughters, live near, ais,
upon sheep rancho. The Misses White, one o
whom is the district schoolma'am, favored oui
lecture with excellent vocal music with organ ac
compartment Mr.. r. Booton, a successful stocl
man. and bachelor, very kindly interested him
self in circulating the announcement Of the lee,
ture and in bringing out the ladies from an adia
cent rancho by the hack load. The woman VIII,
has the good sense to marry him will be i'm luck
Six p. NJ. came on apace, the lecture was over
the polls were closed, and il was sipper-time
The day had been quietly and orderly spent "A,
though the election had been held by the men an,
women Of Laramie City. The crowd dispersed
and at seven O'Clock we mounted blackboard fo
the night drive Of forty-seven Cayuse miles across
the country, our destination Burnt Rancho. .Th,
rain had ceased, and the glitterihe ;Sfars beame,
down upon US from ti,e hsiiag heavens. lik,
myriads of diamoia points ,Fhe little buck
board upon A1lsh we sat hesde tho gentIemank
driver weit liollbing ovet.the rooRs IKE buckin,
pony, andtha fatisnt hofses pulled their load owe
the slippery ridges with the stoical fortitude o
law-abiding heroes.
Eleven O'Clock, and Antelope Station Here ,
shivering woman rises from her bed to distribut,
the mall while her protector and head, the post
master de jure, who gets the salary, snooze,
costly beneath the blankets Wen wager AZ
opinion that he "thinks too much Of women" t,
permit them to vote, if he can help it. The WON
an growled, and wonder. There was no fire
and we climbed into the blackboard again anC
travelled on, our teeth chattering.
Cold Camp, upland district Of six miles in
width, was reached after a while and the drive
explained that it was the coolest spot on the jour
ney We mufied up still closer in the rugs anC
blankets, but the air was like frozen razors, anC
we were glad indeed when the "divide" wa,
crossed and the buck board dropped into friendly
gulch that screened us from the wind Slowly
and YEARLY the hours Jagged, but on and on We
went and at two A. NJ. we reached the head of the
John Day grade Here a scene of indescribablC
majesty rewarded US for the journey. A fog came
up from the river so suddenly that we were hardly
aware Of its presence till we were i'm it, The thick
vapor enveloped us like wet feeces, and the mis-
confused the faithful horses. Wedrove to a higher
point, little above the fog, and beheld the adja
cent heights, all magnifed by the creeping vapol
that danced attendance upon the castellated rocks
as though the high carnival Of the clouds were il
oouId baor tho riN-or s11rga and rOa r
but could not see il. NOwwe were upon the grade
A fright misstep of the horses would precpitat,