The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-07-24

H438 Ne wish to ascend
~UAH these particular
Mountains. rather than the more accessi.
hle Cascades, should be so strong within
me cannot say, but somehow those cold,
rbite earth lips, lifting from between the
.annhire waters of Puget sound and the
eYer-bowing pillows of the Pacific, looked
40 wierd and lonely, so like jagged shad-
oxs stretched along the horizon of the
evening sky. that they were always
SORT of wonderment to me-a mys-
terious, poetic realm. The many strange
Indian legends connected with them con-
cerning a terrible devil whose direful
abode is said to be in the midst of their
rocky canyons may have had something
to do with certain pupils occasional fail
ure in getting his arithmetic lesson and the
irritabiity of the teacher who paid little
heed to the dream of grandeur seen
through the western windows, paid little
heed to the falling sun, his broad breast,
perced with a million flaming arrows, as
be sank, faltering, on the Olympics' awful
battlements and crimsoned them with his
diving blood. The indolent pupil saw all
this, however, and longed to stand on
those far off fiaring peaks. And now that
he is on his way, on the very verge of civ
iization at the present writing and is to
tell of what he sees and experiences in the
king of Northwestern dailies, the dreams
he dreamed in school honrs are more than
realized.
And now 10 the history of the trip so
far We left Tacoma for Hoquiam on the
morning of May 3. The personal appear
snce of our party attracted considerable
train, and no doubt they were justified in
staring at US, for belts, bowie knives and
six-shooters. with which we were amply
provided, are usually objects of interest.
think the women folks of the party,
although they did not acknowledge it,
felt tinge of embarrassment at being
seen with so desperate appearing COM
panions. At least, the one who is very
near and dear to the writer's heart blushed
severely when she observed kind-faced
old lady smiling at the '44.Colt's" swing
ing at my hip. On arriving at Hoquiam
We pitched our tent in Emerson park.
After camping for four days in the
park We saw Captain Hank, of the sloop
our goods carried up the coast to the
mouth of the Queets river. On the follow
ing morning We boarded the steamer Tillie
for three hours ride oceanward to the
Dyehut-a Chinook word meaning "the
road through" A long wharf running
out into Gray's harbor from Damon's point
was our place of landing. and by the time
We had walked the length of the dock our
shoulders ached from the heavy packs.
We passed a dingy old building where sew
eral curious siwashes had gathered, per-
haps to view the procession. The loose,
black sand by the Dyehut rendered fast
walking impossible. However. we made
good time across Damon's point, then
stood painting on fiower-dotted hill over
looking the Pacific ocean.
We looked, looked, looked. Mountains
Of breaking seas to the west; pale hands
lifted along the distant horizon from
north to south, as tar as our eyes could
reach, line of stopping biIlows-weary
wanderers, white with age, throwing
themselves PROSTATE on the shore
and sobbing as in despair How loud
their voices sounded TO us.-so loud, in
deed. that when the years have fallen like
drops OF rain upon the world they will
stili be as thunder to men-as a mere
droning in the ear of eternity! Descend
Ing the hill TO the wide, fiat sand beach,
We began out long walk up the coast of
washington, and what fine walking it
was flocks of sandpipers drew silver
circles around us, uttering at times their
shrili cries, and now and then a white
gull drifted over. We felt the breath of
the pillows III our faces. The sun shone
brightly and, despite the Foreground
packs the male portion of the party was
burdened with. all were exultant.
AT 4 O'Clock We arrived at the wreck of
We Abercorn. and discovered where she
NY by rows OF piling driven out into the
sui' The ships cargo of steel rails will
peraised during the summer. A mile fur
'ne- on We struck camp in Mr., Farrel's
enclosure, having walked six miles. We
xereali weary, and when some one men,
nohed the forty miles yet before US deep
sghs were heard but hot coffee, biscuits
qua bacon have great deal To do with
managing ones view of things. for when
sne seas h&1 clamhered over the sun 5 top
tlVst rim and the stars above biinked their
oauy eyes ne sang songs, made merry
ana watched those fantastic pictures seen
among the glowing embers of campfire.
atiehgth silence fell around the snowy
ssh'' ana ere l awakened a tremelous shaft
VI morn lay across the blankets like a
koldeh wing, Breakfast over, we
uused on, after looking sea
naFd To where mast showed
snoYe the breake,s This is all that is
sssloie OF the Fern iale, which went ashore
mere last winter.
PARTNER on We came to the Copalis river
.nu were rowed across in leaky skiff.
SopStls rock, aVeTltabls mountain of stone
s'"haing about 800 yards from the shore,
surrounded by "A white wall of foam.
gu us top some ambitious otter-hunter
mas bqilded 3 little houae and fastened
Win chains, and very picturesque IL
.9oAs, eiinglng TO that gigantic rock, high
suo'e the tumbling ocean. We camped
vi me banks of Boone creek. where
suI my feet badly in carrying a tair
ea.ueh safely across the cold, swift
sa'ers. There is a supply store near here
where We replenished our stock of pro-
VISIONS. The following day We made an
Iy start, arriving just at dusk at the
o.lps river. y strong breeze was blow
sng rom OF the sea. The sky had folded
- rs BOSOM ominous looking clouds. and
- ever our teeth chartered il was after
"ST1ihg the Moclips.
mere IS wide sand Hat here. covered
~. u1'h drift wood over which we were certain
we extreme high tides of winter seldom
.alle; The tent was pitched on the dry
saiIu beside big log, which served as q
inuoreak. supper was not fairly over
neh IL began 10 rain. Huge breakers kept
Easing farther up shore toward camp
Hignt ieil around us like black mist, and
vac booming seas shook the sand wherein
se stood. Nearer still the seethiug water.
came; We grew anxious, wondering what
should do in case it reached
~, Tor We discovered. alas! too late
nN me rising tide had raised the river Sc