, 1890-08-21
THE UPPER COLUMBIA
Delightful Trip From Spo-
kane to Little Dalles.
THE STEAMER AND The TRAIN
American Enterprise Compared
With British Fogyism In q
Friendly Spirit.

DhLLFrs mug Aho '''S
from Spokane to this place by MIR. Cor.
bins road Is fit one for the poet and
artist. From the time you enter the
elegant cars from the well-appointed
Spokane depot of the Spokane x North
ern till you reach the landing place OF
the Canadian steamer Lytton, you are
entertained and delighted. At Loon
lake the blue waters, the inviting shades
and tho evergreen glades bring to mind
. day of May.
1t is, indeed, picnic ground OF sur
passing beauty, and its proprietor knows
how to add to the charms of nature,
Through the Colville valley you are
now delighted with the green cxpanse OF
timothy meadows, and then spell-bound
under the shadow OF the lofty mountains
that rise on either hand.
Occasionally you see the dump of
prospect shaft or tunnel where the
brave, indefatigable miner has knocked
at the door of nature and asked Tor her
mineral treasures,
At Marcus you see tho log cabins built
thirty years ago by the boundary line
commits sioners, and he cont between
that day and this Is well shown by q
look to one side on q plateau overlook
ing the lordly Columbia at the cnpaclous
mansard-roofed, three-story hotel, which
Mr.. Corbin is just finishing. But as Mr.
Maxwell, the artist, took some views OF
II, l presume the pictures VIII soon
speak for themselves.
The story which was told in the morn.
ing by fellow traveller, who spent the
night in one of the cabins, calls to mi nd
the couplet--
"Thc goldbug hath the wings of gold,
The freely wings of flame;
The bedbug had no wings at all,
n.,t 10. ...ta \, tN,uf ha
A dozen prominent men are in our
&. II. Burns goes to Revelstoke per-
iecting connections and traffic arrange
ments with the steamer line. Mr. Boss,
OF the Omaha smelter, is having look
at the minerals of this new country.
Others are going forward to push the
business interests of Spokane flour
mills, etc.
Ceur a. Alene old-timers would be
pleased to see Mr.. Page, who was crippled
by an accident at Murray, going
up on the Upper Columbia to see
the mine found by his sons and Mr.
Brown, Ii Is n pleasure to see his face
glow as lac shows the rich copper glance
running 75 per cent. copper, worth S2o0
per ton. \ vein twenty feet wide of I b is
material will certainly pay him for his
years of prospecting.
Surely energetic, intelligent, honest
Toll is feWuTUeu even AT WHit sOlnc Cuh
the ''chancen work OF mining.
We look to the right from the car
platform us We go ON to the Little Dalles
and nearly lose our hat as We follow
terrace up after terrace, trying to look 10
the top OF frowning heights that over
hang the Bonanza and Young America
mines while on the lett rolls the Column
bia over sand bars and rapids, and across
1t lies the promised land of the Colvi.le
reservation, flowing with milk or honey,
or, what is the Same TO the prospector,
with game and gold and silver ores.
On this road we see the great civilizer
of modern times, the railroad, in all
stages of construction. The city end
shows the finished depot buildings and
section houses, and the cars glide over
the smoothly ballasted road bed. The
terminal end Is yet unballasted, and we
find ourselves watching the gravel and
sand as the jar of the passing train de
taches 1t. and as 1t rolls from its bed,
where IL has lain since the time when
Spokane was "a hole in the ground
and tile waters of old covered our coun-
try from these mountains to the Cas-
cRdes and the lordly mammoth sported
in the reeds and rushes at Latah, on the
shore of that ancient inland sea, and
trampled down the luXuriant vegetation
which formed the loam OF the garden
Palousc.
We move ON to the front; and the
track layer hurriedly adds another spike
before he steps ASIDE. We halt and wait
while the grading teams add few more
car lengths ot grade and see the sur.
veyor setting his stakes for further
portion of track.
But now we wait for the arrival of the
British Columbia pioneers who have
been urged to meet us half way. IL they
were not playing the -the-manger
by forbidding Mr.. Corbin--A American
rartan trAr fnr ~ ha IN mi N
crnl fields we would even now hear tho
echo of our engine whistle from the
wids OF Toad mountain and the precipi-
tous sides of Cape Horn, rejoicing the
hearts OF the owners of the kootenui
mines, for they are nearly all Ameri.
cans. Six hours have we waited and
still no steamer in sight
There is no hotel yet. but Mr. Corbin
takes care OF his guests and passengers
and treated ust TO splendid dinner at
the tent of the engineers.
Tall oaks from little acorns grow"
and soon the rush to the mines of Trail
creek Bear creek, Arrow lakes, Toad
mountains, and Warm Springs of miners
and their supplies, and the exchange OF
commodities with the Canadian Pacific,
and the return trip, laden with the dry
ores Tor the smeltersso of Spokane, will be
the oak following the acorn of to-day.
but, hurrah the steamer is in sight,
aud we salute with rcsounding whistle
our cousins from over the line, who
answer us with blast after blast; and
soon the rocky heights give back the
commingling sounds of American rail-
road and British Columbia steamer.
g. w. CoPLEN.