The Daily Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Or.) 1876-1883, 1881-02-19
Editorial Correspondence.


p. NJ. Our postal cards, dropped
along the route daily, have kept |
you posted in sort of way con
cerning the trip from San Fran
cisco. which has been pleasant,
and in a general way uninter-
rupted, until last night, when we
were plunged into so many snow
drifts after leaving Council Bluffs
that before daylight this morning
we were six hours behind time.
OF this, however, personally, was
wholly unconscious, having retired
at an early hour and slept most
profoundly until 1:15 An. The
lost time was nearly all made up
after leaving Cedar rapids, Iowa,
and We rolled into Chicago-or,
more intelligibly speaking, flew
into the city so miles per hour 2:+5
behind time. The Chicago and
Northwestern is the pioneer line,
and will always be popular so long
As DIR. w. II. Stennett is at the
helm. and such engineers as we
have had to-day are at the throttle.
Our train to-day had most oblig-
ing set of officers, from 2reasers to
hotel clerk and conductors. The
hotel car is a fine addition to the
Outfttings of the line. Meals are
served to order as the train flies
along, and the bill Of fare can only
be compared to our own Occident,
which is certainly the finest hotel
in America. We have been here
now Just long enough to get
bath, partake Of dinner, and finish
a cigar, hence our thoughts, al
ways of home and THE AsroRIAN,
lead US to a communication Of
ideas for our friends and readers.
Mr.. and Mrs. r. w. Janion and
family, Mr.. Carpenter, Mr.. Shater,
the old man, and the General,
were left at the depot hopeful of
pressing on toward New York to-
night. The Boston chap and about
ten ethers accompanied us TO the
Palmer. The old consul from Fiji
left US at Council Bluffs for II.
Louis, hence we are pretty much
the same as alone, here ia this
grand hotel, as when we landed
here last May. The Indian statue
still stands near the State street
entrance, but is not half so familiar
TO us now as it was upon that
other occasion nearly nine months
since. The rOtuRda at the Palmer
is not nearly so filed with men-
we miss Pinchback and hundreds
of southern men, delegates and
lobbyists here then. We miss that
impertinent fellow called an inter
viewer, also the Grant decorations
which Potter Palmer displayed
then afor effect" We miss the
"statesmanlike" arguments of the
colonel from Texas. The only argu.
mentwhich we have been compelled
thus far to listen to was one I've
tween a couple of Suckers 1--WE
presume they came from the inter-
or of Illinoy), as to the identity o.
Potter Palmer. One coRtended
that the darkey who runs the man
elevator was p. p, and the propo
sition was strongly denied. W.
have no means of knowing uPor
what basis this claim was set al
unless it be from the fact that TIN
aforesaid cnllerd person puts OF
SO much style, so many airs, tina
ordinary people might easily mis-
take him for the proprietor. Quit
the reverse, however, is it wit
Palmer; who, with all his wealt
and opportunity for aristocrat
notions, is very plain and CIV
gentleman.
But we will presume that yo
want to know something abou
the weather. Susan Coolidge ha
written another poem, in whic
she remarks that
Under the snow lie Syeet things Qua Oi sigh
COUGHING like birds beneath down
breast
They cluster meath The coyerlet warm an