The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-12-20

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In Portland we decided to take the
Opposition line"1 and had no reason to
regret our choice. Leaving Portland in
the morning on the steamer Dalles City,
we reach the cascades at noon, where
we connect with the steamer Regulator
and reach The Dalles in the early
evening. As the steamer leaves Port
land about daylight, those who desire
can find pleasant state rooms on the
steamer and avoid early rising. We
take advantage of this privilege. It
seemed quite romantic as we went on
board the little steamer moored at the
foot of Yamhill street. 1t was beauti-
full moonlight night. We sat on deck
enjoying the scene until all was quiet
along the shore and a distant clock
chimed the midnight hour. We were
told of our departure from the shore the
following morning at daybreak by the
screeching whistle of the steamer. At
seven the breakfast bell rings. We fpd
the Dalles City a neat little river
steamer, the tables supplied with every
thing to tempt the appetite and the
officers and employees most obliging and
attentive. The early morning is gray
and foreboding, but soon bright patch
of sky is seen in the east and before we
are aware of it the clouds, mist and fog
disappear and more beautiful autumnal
day could not be imagined.
Through the kindness of the captain
and pilot we are invited to ride in the
plot house and the journey throughout
VAS one of inexpressible delight. Cap
tain Short is a merry, good natured gen
tleman, full of jokes and although pass
ing over this same route SO many days
in the year he does not seem to be weary
OF the green clad mountains, the gray,
som Der rocks, or the cool, dark-shadowed
canons. As we glide along over the
quiet water he calls our attention to
many points of interest and tells of
many Indian legends in regard to Ger
tain localities. As we near Cape Horn
we notice the queer shape of the rocks,
rising hundreds OF feet i'll the air. Those
near the shore have separated from the
main rock and resemble gigantic fingers
AS VIC IuC
cape the pilot says: There is the cap
tain's Baptist church." l looked and
saw that Nature had chiselled in the
rock, the exact shape of church.
why is it Baptist church2'' said 1.
The captain said "I call it Baptist
church because it is convenient to the
water" The mountains are many of
them covered with tile green fir trees,
with shrubs and trees,
brilliant as the autumn tints, while
often there is nothing but the gray, bar
rem rock cut into the form of turrets and
castles and towers, looking like the ruins
of some ancient city. Over these rocks
come tumbling into the river and again
the water .pours down from dizzy
hights, giant stream carrying every
thing before it.
Multnomah falls is the most beautiful
of any along the river. The mountains
here rise to the hight of two Thousand
feet and from the midst Multnomah falls
rushes down eight hundred and forty
feet, an immense body of water flashing
in the sunlight like millions of diamonds.
From the steamer the falls seem like a
narrow ribbon in comparison with the
broad mountains by their side, but we
are told the stream is fully forty feet in
width A huge boulder in the midst of
the river has been called Lone Rock. 4
The captain tells us the Indians think
that one of their giant warriors tried to
ford the stream with this rock on HE
head and letsit drop. before be reached
the opposite shore. After passing
Muitnomah falls the mountains are very
beautiful. Deep, dark gorges and can
ons where the sunlight never penetrates.
spea K to us of the home of the bear, cum
ming wolf and wild cat, and the captain