The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-03-05
ON THE TIDE ROCK.

Ihe call me dot. My real name IS
Dorothea, but that being such mouth
full, I am generally known as "Dot." I
am the youngest of three, and having
had my own way from my cradle, it was
not refused me last November, when
my sister and her husband offered to
take ME abroad from them for the winter
months.
They had not long come from India,
and being sensible people, and detesting
our changeable climate, and likewise be-
ing in mortal terror of their lives, had
decided on bidding adieu to the England
coast until such time as the sun should
condescend to shine there once more.
AS far as was concerned. I am always
ready for change and excitement of any
description; SO that when dear old
'Jack, my brother-in-law, said, "Come,
Dot, pick up your traps and join u.s."
was nothing 10th and the last week
in November found us comfortably
installed in the Hotel d'Angleterre, at
Biarritz, with the glorious sun pouring
in at our windows, and the bluest of
blue seas dashing about on the rocks
below.
I have heard some people say there is
nothing to be seen at Biarritz. All,
blind and miserable creatures! Where
are your senses-where are your eyas?
Did you ever look elsewhere upon such
sea-such rocks? Have you stood by
Rocher de la Verge and heard the mag
nificent boom of the waves as they come
plunging into that cavern near, and
being repulsed, dash indignantly fifty
feet above it?
But am getting romantic, and that is
not my style-not mine, certainly : little
''Dot's." No, indeed, the idea makes me
die with laughing
My sister Geraldine Tor GERRY as I
persist in calling her, which makes her
very mad) goes in for being delicate, SO
Jack and I used to take long walks
together; he is a real good fellow, and
we are tremendous friends; but some
how, Notwithstanding, after had been a
couple OF weeks or SO at Biarritz, began
to feel the time hanging little heavily
on my hands.
The fact was 1 acknowledge my weak
messy there were no men worth speaking
to now, but collection, of the lame, halt
and blind, and make life burden to one
by perpetually recounting their several
ills, ailments, etc. Preserve me from
them ALL
Well, as I said before, it was getting a
little slow for poor me, and l was be-
ginning UO WISH nau uOC leIG Ocar. OlO
much-abused England, when I had an
adventure. Being hard put to it for
amusement, would sometimes take a
book and saunter down upon the rocks,
there remaining for hours at a time.
I am desperate tom-boy, and can
climb and scramble splendidly, much to
the annoyance of Geraldine, who declares
I get as brown as berry, and my hands
are not fit to be seem However, that
may be true, scramble as I do, and one
auspicious day (never to be forgotten) I
got a got a good way out among
some dear old craggy bits of rock. and
finding snug corner in which I just
fitted, settled myself down easily and
began to read. The book had chosen
was real sentimental novel, and I read
on engrossed, utterly regardless of time
or tide. Suddenly, however, the pangs
of hunger seized me I may add my
appetite never fails me) and glancing at
my watch, I discovered that It was long
past luncheon time. Alas, Miss Bough-
ton? what have you to answer for?
/ seized my shawl and proceeded to
make my way back with expedition,
when lo to my intense dismay I rer-
ceived that the tide had risen and entirely
divided the rock from the shore. Still
worse, the horrid waves were creeping
nearer and nearer, and not soul could
see to help me in my distress.
Imagine nv foA2iGuEnuDG1IrDn little