The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-05-23
UNALLoYED PLEASURE.
The Excursion to the Cascades ON satar-
day Last.

day Last.
The Regulator had about 160 passeng-
ers aboard when she started on the ex-
cursion trip to the Cascades last Satur-
day morning. All were excursionists
save, possibly, half dozen persons who
had other business on hands. Among
these latter were DIR. Taylor, W. Wise
map and G. E. Haight, who were bound
for Trout Lake on a weeks fishing trip.
A stiff up-riyer breeze met the Regulator
as she steamed down the river and the
air was cool and bracing, gradually dy-
ing out and getting warmer till the noon
hour when it became perfect, typical,
Eastern Oregon summer day. The Regu-
lator band discoursed choice selections of
music at pleasing intervals till the arrival
of the boat at the Cascades, when the
happy crowd, repaired, with well-filled
baskets and whetted appetites to the
grateful shade of the wide spreading
poplars that line the rivers bank. At
ter hearty lunch young and old scat
tered in all directions, the ubiquitous
candidate lfor we had several on board)
to see that his fences were in good re-
pair and the majority to inspect the
locks and view the raging torrent as it
rushed madly over the falls of the Cas-
cades in its haste to reach its mother
ocean. Not few walked the portage
to its western terminus where the big
state wharf boat surges and creaks
against the piling as it lies half exposed
to the mighty down-pour of the seething
boiling torrent. Here it was found that
part of the government bulk head had
been torn down so as to admit the
wharf boat into the canal when it may
become necessary to do so, time that
is probably not far off as the river is ris-
ing rapidly under the hot SUM- Re-
turning to the boat through the govern
ment grounds the reporter learned that
about 100 men are now employed on the
works, between 40 and SO of them being
employed in cutting stone. Meeting
John Remington, a. warm hearted
native of the Emerald Isle, who is jan
itor OF the government bunk house, a
cordial invitation was given to inspect
the building. John is an old man, long
past the prime of life, but it is due to him
to say that everything under his charge
is-kept as neat and tidy as my lady's
boudoir. The building has two floors,
and covers an area of Al by $50 feet.
Everything upstairs and downstairs
was as clean and sweet as pure air and
the busy hands of the faithful old Irish
man could make it. Mr.. Remington is
known on the works as the Marquis of
Waterford" He was. born in Pilltown,
county Kilkenny, many years ago,
where his father had been blacksmith to
the Marquis of Waterford, made famous
by his eyentful life and tragic death in a
fox hunt, about the year 1865, and still
more famous perhaps by his being the
original 'iWebber'' of Levers novel
"Charley O'Malley." Taking the re-
porter to his own quarters the old man
opened trunk and took out a we'll worn
bible, and, opening the title page,
pointed with pardonable pride to the
inscription, Presented to John Ken
nington by Lady Waterford, Jany. 25th,
1885," 81 would not take 500 for that
bible,' said the old man, and every
intonation of voice and manner told that
he meant every word he said
Salmon fishing is quite an i'm
portant industry at the Cascades,
and not a few make comfortable living
at it. The Cascade Falls Fishing compa-
ny are taking out, with one fish wheel,
located about a mile below the falls, from
five to six tons day, N. Nelson caught,
the other day, in twenty-six feet of net,
200 fish at one haul, that weighed 900
pounds. Nets are placed all around the
wharf boat, since the Dalles City stopped
running, and hardy natives of the land
of the midnight sun were navigating the
rapids and eddies below the falls as plac-
idly as ever land lubber sat in a rock
ing chair in his own parlor.
At 2 80 p. m. the whistle OF the Regu-
lator called the excursionists back to the
boat and by O'Clock we were steaming
back to The Dalles. A few miles below
Memaluse Island happy thought sug-
gested itself to Mr.. Allaway, the oblig-
iEg agent of the boat company, and the
reporter was appointed committee of
one to put it in execution. Repairing
to the pantry where Captain McNulty
was partaking of a hasty cup of coffee !;
the suggestion was made that it would
confer great pleasure on the passengers
if the boat was put in for few min1ites
at Memaluse Island 10 allow those of us
who had never visited 1t to
see that ancient burial place, where
Vic Trevitt and SO many aborigenes
sleep their last sleep. The captain
promptly replied. 81 will see when /