, 1883-09-13
All Oregon


chives and records of the office o; Col
lector of Internal Revenue were trans
ferred by Major James R. Hayden, late
Collector of Washington Territory dis
trict, TO John c. Cartwright, Esq, Col
lector of the new consolidated district of
Oregon. About thirty years ago Wash
ington Territory was separated from
Oregon, and since then has had d dis
tinct existence in all the branches of the
Territorial and Federal public service,
and nowr just as We are on the eve of
Statehood, one OF the most important
branches of that service has been merged
into that of Oregon. The new coll, ction
district does not even have the name OF
Oregon aud Washington" but is Ore
gon' alone. Washington lumber,wheat,
wool and salmon have always been
known as Oregon pine" Oregon
wheat" Oregon salmon" etc, and now
the $4,000 that will be collected i'll
Washington Territory next year by the
internal revenue bureau will be Oregon
collections" In no way has the power
lessLess of the delegate III Congress been
more strikingly manifested than IN this
consolidation. Had this change been
made ten years ago 1t would not have
been SO unreasonable, as the collections
were then less than half what they now
are, and only one-third of what they will
be next year. The saving to the Gov
ernment viii be almost nothing, and that
is the only argument in favor of the
change. The same reasons could be
urged in favor of consolidating the GUS
toms service, the judicial department,
etc. We have yet to learn that Mr.
Brents made any effort to prevent the
consolidation. Had he done so there is
every reason to believe he could have
succeeded. The revenue officers and the
Congressman of Oregon did not ask it,
and, had they been consulted, would not
have favored it. The fact is, it Just went
by default. Washington will be divided
INTO two revenue divisions, the one west
of the mountains, to be known as the
Fourth, with Major J. r. Hayden De-
putty Collector, and the one east of the
mountains as the Fifth, with II. W. Fair
weather, Esq, as Deputy, both divisions
of the Oregon"
NIKA CLSTAWA CoPA PUYALLUP.-Thi
week begins the harvest time of the Puy-
oil hn AF
picking, the hop mamook of the gentle
siwash. Every man you meet steps at
least three inches higher and four times
quicker than usual and wears on his face
a look of intense, suppressed excitement.
The air is full of bustling energy. Lo,
the poor siwash, is flowing into the val
ley from all directions--north, south, east
and west-and by every imaginable
means of conveyance-by wagon, buggy,
canoe, boat, horse back, foot-back, mule
back. pony-back, cayuse-back. The
evening breeze watts to our ears the me-
lodfous howl of the mamOOk tOlcaRd-
mus, and the mournfIl wall of the In
dian gamblers can be heard. In walking
the streets you must tread cautiously lest
you run foul of the cluchman-she has
deposited her ample person upon every
bit of pavement and doorstep in the
town large enough for the purpose, and
sits in majestic Indifference to the world
at large, absorbed only in the loaf of hot
bakers bread, which grows small and
beautifully less under her attentions.
Be careful also that you are notrun over
by the Klickitat red-man-see him, rid
ing down the street at mad gallop, his
coal black hair streaming in the wind,
his bright rcd blanket struggling to es-
cape from his shoulders, his whip-hand
extended at full length, his savage face
and ghttering eyes aflame with excite
everybody and everything run
ming to get out of his track-whiz! flash!
he is past and gone! The "tenderfoot,"
fresh from the east, ,stares in open-mouth-
ed helplessness at the vacancy left by
the crazy apparition, and the by-stand-
ing Indian philosophically remarks '.skc-
SLSh-hO-"Sh-htiy -uuu! anu tL6 next
scene in the endless panorama begins.
For panorama it is from beginning to
end, the hop-pioking season in the beau
tiiul valley with its thousands and thou
sands of strange, wild aborigines gather
cred in from all the length and breadth
OF our vast, northwestern empire. And
the barbaric coloring and diversity of
costumes, the fantastic draperies, the
strange manners and unknown customs,
the picturesque groupings of these untu-
tored natives of the forest continually
form scenes of most absorbing interest
the observer. 'Tis worth a voyage
across an ocean or journey across q
continent to see. 1t is not long that
these scenes will be accessible, for the
Indian OF the northwest, like the Indian
of all other quarters of America,is is rapid
ly being obliterated from the face of the
earth through the influences of the white
mans civilization and the white mans
whisky.-Tacoma NetuS.
Our Territorial Motto.