The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1892-08-25

was only one made ofgenuine native dye,
ana we found out the ditference-it was a
Gull pink and will last much longer than
our analine dyes now used by the natives
IN their basket work. There was one
horn spoon, inlaid with silver, very VAL
liable, which got first mention, of course.
W then went up To see the final glory of
the sunset at 10 O'clock, and some one
| asked who got the prize.
Sh-," said the pious old gentleman,
pointing upward.
why, but you sat here and looked at
the scenery all evening on Sunday and
enjoyed it,
"Ah but that was made by the Good
Man Above" said the Pious Old Gentle
man.
Yes" said we, "but the Good Man
Above made the indians and they made
the baskets"
But he shook his head and rejoiced that
ne had not gazed on those wicked baskets
downstairs, while we were left in state
oI doubt as to whether the Good Book
stated that we had been made in Gods
image or that He was made in ours.
l must say, however, that our Eastern
tourists were not like any ever heard of
Defore-but that may be because they
came from Jersey, Virginia and Ken
lucky, mostly-they were of the most
generous disposition. They gave ample
lees, and of their own accord got up a
testimonial to Captain Hunter of the
steamship Mexico. The doctor was
CHOSEN To make the presentation speech,
Tor every one felt that she would do it
just right. 1t was quite thrilling mo-
Inent when the Captain came up on the
upper deck in answer to a request and
found us all there waiting for him.
AS the Queen OF the Roses" said after
wards, IN her sweet, sympathetic way,
o. 90 ln,1 Il,
his desk and let him find it there" For
we can never forget that moment-the
bronzed, Swedish commander standing
there amid the group, being addressed in
stately style. and presented with q case of
silver-and all looking intently-he was
such an untiring, gooQ-hearted, friendly
Captain that we all loved him, and he
could feel it i'll the air. The man, over
come, simply gave his heart great
thump with his list, and his eyes filled.
1t was the most genuine thing | ever saw,
but felt we all ought to be somewhere
else.
And then we came to Victoria-where
Dickens characters have came to lite
from out his novels, and walk the streets
on their native heath-for we saw them
with our own eyes. And next to Port
Townsend, where we saw the Jelly fish
floating i'll the water in state of ecstasy,
and the Salvation Army tramping the
streets in religious feryor-and the glory
of that last night on board! A grand
new moon. like scimiter of red gold
hung IN the western sky, and the roseate
hues fringed the horizon, and the phos-
phoreScence of the water, in the shadow
of the ship, gave it all a glittering I'M
reality that was wonderful. And one of
the seven sisters played on her banjo
and the Captain on the violin, on deck,
and all sang in chorus-and then we
danced on the upper deck.
And so we came into Puget Sound, and
to the fair city of Tacoma. 1t was in the
morning, bright and clear, when we
gathered our bundles together and babe
farewell to our fellow-p passengers. We
all felt little touched at heart, for we
pad become like family, away off on
that long journey together, far away
from the great world.
The HPerslanS" wished us q safe
journey, all gave us kind words, and the
duchess Dowager" came down from her
nights Of ice aud snow, and said: Good
bye, beloved" and Red Cap" and [
were on dry land once more.
WHAT was it that made us so hapny
that day? What was the reason we can
never forget the fair city? That evening
we sat and watched the sacred mountain,
thirty miles away, snow-wrapt, beauti-
ful and mysterious. We had seen many
wonderful sights, bat Mount Tacoma was
superb in her loneliness and isolation,
her head among the clouds. We watched
the twilight tints play upon her and she
blushed even after the sun had disap-
peared, and then the gray Of dusk claimed
her.
Come, the procession is over, the glory
has departed" said to Red Cap. Let
US return to our book" But 1 gave one
more glance in moment. "Oh, come
again She is bluShing still Once more
the sun has kissed her. though we are in
the shades of night" And thus it was
that thrice we saw the afterglow play
upon the snowy crest Of the glorious peak
OF Tacoma, comingilike TRANSPORTATION
out of the shadows.
ELLA STERLING CUMMINs.
Tacoma, WASH, June %, 1892.