The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-07-30

ground which must ever be the delight
and despair of both poet and painter.
The lower mountains bristling with their
forests of pine and fir. green with the
foliage of this fertile region, contrasted
strangely with the snowy whiteness of
Mount Adams tinged here and there
with the crimson tints of the precursor
of the coming day.
But we must quit this scene, power
less TO but inadequately portray its
machless grandeur. Leaving the inn
mediate vicinity of the Columbia, and
ascending to the higher attitudes. an
ever varying landscape meets the view
and impels one to advance, and witness
with what lavish hand Nature has be-
slowed upon Us her charms. The ever
changing aspect seems to rival the va
riety of shapes assumed by the tinted
bits of glass in the revolving kaleido-
scope. The mountains themselves ap-
pear eager to furnish the most wierd and
fantastic features possible. At every
turn of the road different version of
mountain splendor comes into view.
The perpetual roar of Hood river is heard
in the distance. Now wea are descending
to the bridge which spans this mountain
stream. We marvel at the milky white
ness, characteristic of numerous
streams feeding in the regions, of Mt
Hood, said to be caused by deposit of
light ashes when Mt. Hoods was an active
volcano.
Our temperaments were not sufti-
GENTLY poetic to render US spell-bound,
magnificent as the scenery was. The
Jokes of Judd furnished US with a diver
sion. and song from the professor added
to the pleasure OF the drive. This was
the professors first trip to the wilds OF
the west, and to his anxious inquiry,
Judd suddenly discovers striking sim
ilarity between the noise made by the
rubbing of two trees and the yell of the
mountain lion. Eph, true to the traits
of the typical stage driver, also fancied
| that the cav Of a crow was the fierce
yell of some denizen of the woods
While enjoying the professors discomfit.
ure we drove in sight of the ''half way
house, where a stop is made to change
horses Here we met an old friend Mr.
L. D. Brown of Portland, and Mrs. Mid
dleton and daughters of Vancouver, who
had wisely. chosen the fresh health re
storing mountain air in preference t.
the doubtful weather at tAe beach.
Our hardest climb is now before US al
| the grade to the mountain is exceedingl,
steep. Here some of the more portl,
occupants of the stage, realizing tha
they must sustain their regulations Al
members of the Humane society, sug
gested that we descend to terra frma anG
walk dp the sharp ascent. With tn,
assistance of fence rail placed wher,
the surface area was especially expan
sive. Judd aided oneof the party to mail
tain his allegiance and standing as a hu
manitarian.
As we assembled to Higher attitudes
strange to say. the fora became NOR
numerous. Wenoticed great number
of the lily family, and other beautifu
:. flowers. Mr.. johnson, the Astoria bo
tanist, gathered here some 1000 differ
ent plants during the present month Q
July.
Before arriving in sight of the Inn W
drove past large bank Of SNOW lying b
the road. Suddenly emerging from tn
dense woods through which we wer
driving we came in view of Cloud Ca
Inn, q very appropriate name indeed
since large feecy clouds often entirel
engulf the Inn. The building is mad
of hewn white pine logs, and there is a
. air of comfort and stability about tn