The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-08-27
A GRAND TRIP UP THE coIuMelA.
of Interest In Company with Mr.
E. Schanno.s

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the journey homeward, from Portland
to Cello, of that section in which its
editor, Mr.. Hugh Lindsay belonged, on
the return trip of the National Editorial
Association, June 1st. Mr.. Lindsay
says: The scenery along the route be-
tween Portland and The Dalles is grand
beyond description. For twelve miles
we course along the Willamette river to
its junction with the famous Columbia
river, where magnificent view can be
had of Mt Hood, Mt. st. Helens, MI
Adams and Mt. Rainier. little farther
on is Fort Vancouver, an army station
beautiful for location. Next rises be-
fore US the stately palisades of the Co.
lumbia, and following in quick success
sion come bold and impressive rocks,
charming glens, solemn. crags, and the
enchanting waterfalls, Oneonta, Bridal
Veil, and Multnomah.ssA At the latter
the train stopped as if tosbathe us in the
glory of the scenery. The beautiful fail
Springs from a height of 826 feet, plung-
ing down the n1ossy mountain side, and
spreading into-spray and foam the MATER
mighty Columbia. Reaching the cas-
cades, where the vast volume of the
river comes dashing through the solid
mountain walls, the excursionists trans
ferred to take steamboat ride farther
up the river TO The Dalles. There are
many legends told OF this romantic Sec
tion, once the home of the Chinook.
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aloose island, bleak, bare and rugged,
the burial place of the Indians, and
where Victor Trevitt, an eccentric Or
egon pioneer, was buried at his own re-
quest and white monument has been
erected to mark the spot.
While surveying The Dalles, we made
the acquaintance of Mr.. Emil Schanno,
a retired wealthy citizen, who kindly
proffered to escort II. II. McQuillan and
wife, of Massachusetts, and self and
wife, to the salmon fisheries, about two
miles up the Columbia. The invitation
was accepted, and after drive behind
a beautiful pair of sorrels through sand
dunes made by the wind driving the
sand from the banks of the river for a
great distance inland, we arrived at the
fishery at o'clock in the afternoon,
just as the fifty Ghinamenwere quit
ting work in the canning process.
The cannery we visited was known as
The Dalles Packing Co.. owned by Ever
ding & Farrell, established in 1887, with
500, 900 capital. The gentlemanly man
ager, J.H. Havely, informed US they
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under contract with, a boss Chinaman,
and the sworkmen make from SIG to $50
a month The legal season for catching
salmon is from April 10Th to August
10th. Since April Goth this .cannery
has put up about 400, 900 pounds of sal
mon. There are forty-eight cans to
case. Last year they put up 10000
this year. Their capacity is twenty-five
tons per day, but in 1890, which was an
extraordinary year for salmon. one
wheel caught forty-one tons in one day.
This is not as big story as the one told
by George Francis Train, who said he
visited the dalles many years ago, and
the run of salmon was so great in the
Columbia river that he walked across
on the backs of the fish. We asked the
proprietor OF the hotel about this story,
and he said that Francis Train did not
walk across the river, but he did get
halfway over on the backs of the sal
mon, and then got frightened and turn
ed back. The redoubtable George Fran
els Train is still living, however, and he
and the landlord can fight it out.
It ie an actual fact, whether our read
l.ers believe it or not, that we saw salmon
that weighed sixty pounds caught in one
tof these wheels, We wanted to bring
I-one home to convince any who might be
disnosed to doubt their Yetaeity, but