The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-03-28
A SURVEYORS STORY.
Bv w. w. GOODRICH.

| ter supper he beckoned me out the open
door, pointing to the eastward. The new
moon stood on end the Indian could not
| hang his powder horn upon that crescent;
the handle of the big dpper dipping into
! the Pacific ocean. The waning rays OF
the setting sun, becoming chilling gray
| steel color. Placing his arm about me III
| q fatherly sort of way walked back into
almost instantly. He made a roaring fire,
| and drawing up our log chairs he looked
| intently in the flames Turning upon Inc
| sayagely, he asked
What are you doing here?" in a voice
full of wonderful melody that strangely con
| trastcd with his manner and actions.
Simply a civil engineer looking for, an
| air line from Seattle to Nattsqui WIZ Il
| grade not to exceed fifty feet to the mile
! and not over three degree curves was my
| answer.
| His reply was still more savage.
| You cannot get higher up than Linden
| to get what you want, and never VIII You
! get through this canyon. You are the first
man to land on this shore, and don't know
! why you wish to come here or Tor what
| purpose you invade my home.
| ! replied as before, explaining that ! wished
| his advice and counsel, and that az he knew
the whole country he could put me upon ITS
| topography. Turning has gaze into the
| fire, he said:
an 1S4S / was a student in a theology
| cal seminary in New Jersey. was IN
my tnlru year. l. niu Ei'tuiiittl lipiI VI
! lcgc with first donors, and was candidate
| for the ministry. | was preaching each Sab
! bath at some church in the several states
near to the seminary preparatory to my ac-
cepting pulpit and its charge
! Continuing he said: .
con the banks of the Blue Juniata liv-
| ed IGlder-hs name is none of your business
| His only daughter refused my suit and my
| least polite attention that showed love
even in Il simple form, in public or private
| Her distressing GOODNESS drove me away
. from civilization | took n wind jammer
| from New York for Frisco, and when the
| Frazer river excitement broke out L took
the Snoqualime trail for the mines, com
ing into this beautiful canyon. have
| lived here ever since Noble woman, trust
| ful woman. mans only friend in times of
| sorrow and grief, when all have left,
in his hour of trouble, trial and po7esty,
she alone is his solace, his strong arm to
| lean upon.
Here his massive frame weled with
| emotion, the tears, coUT$ing down upon
his beard Bending over upon his hands,
| lis elbows upon his knees. he soliioQuized
"She fatty refused me-
With an agonzng groan he sought ref
! uge in the open air and when he returned
[ was nearly asleep. lie abruptly shook
me and said:
What dill say when 7 went out?"
She fatty refused me- were your
! words"
well, she did refuse me. From that
| time to this no mortal man knows who L
| am, nor where | came from.
| He eXtcmporized 4 bed out of bearSklHs
! and | was soon asleep with this strange
weird character looking intently at me.
At early day he awoke me for service,
| taking NE into II cave where Stala SlnltcS and
! stalactites in wonderful profUsion, thin
| seams Of native silver, Sol', copper and
galcna with side walls of slate, gray cop
per in massive veins, carbonates i'll varying
| thckHesses. loose and in mass, greeted the
| eye AT the further end was a large
| block of quartz of almost native gold, III
varying thickness, some veins IN flmy
| threads again thickening TO several inches,
then pinching up to nearly nothing.
He said: "Terah died in Haran on his
the 1s1st wonderful pulpit discourse [
have ever heard. His voice was resonant
with strange melody. Ie liked himself
TO Terah on his way to the Canaan of his
early love and his life blasted by his blight
ed love The magnetism of his manner,
the strange surroundings of this church
and its beautiful interior, the native archi-
lecture of the infinite Creator, was q scene
that artist can portray nor no camera
can depict. His prayer to Almighty God
of his early love and for their meeting
again. Rock of Ages Cleft for Ne"
and Jesus, Lover of Ny Soul" were espe-
cialy rendered in rich tenor voice that
echoed and re-echoed through the vaulted
ceiling.
Our days were spent in viewing the grand
scenery of this grandest country upon the
face of the known world In no other
part of the whole world is there such sub
lime, such exquisite, rich, soul-inSpirinG
scenery as is about Mount Baker and the
headwaters of the Nooksack river
After being his guest for several days l
told him | would have to go back to camp
and go on with my line, at which he was
highly disturbed saying he did not want
me to leave him and | must stay with him.
There was a strange light in his eye in
the meantime, which rather unnerved me.
Still ! acted with apparent unconcern.
l had been with him about ten days
when he spelled upon his fingers these
words, "C-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-f"
What does that spell!'
"Catherine."
'I-N-G-R-AM."
''lngram-Catherine Ingram" | said.
',Wilkesbawe. Pa he said. kate they
called her"
We'll, what is your name?'
Spelling again upon his fingers AL
my name, but don't tell any one" he
added, should You ever get among the
Boston"
The next day While spearing salmon in
the rapids below the hut | escaped. Shoot
ing the rapids l got down to Nooksaclz,
and regained the camp, my men having
given me ny as lost, as N'yucll had re-
turned and tod the men of the sacred
chiefs having knocked me down and car
lied me off, and that when he picked me
up | was limp and lfeless.
The survey having been completed at
Yorbs on the Frazer I took the steamer
with my men. back to Seattle, and then TO
Frisco Ia San Francisco | penned the
following letter to Catherine Ingram, of
Wilkesbarrc. Pa.
Would you like to knew the whereabouts of
Albert Doce?
In less than a fortnight 1 received the
following answer:
| will pay any and all expenses to see Mr.
Docc, and Will come on at once; meet me at
the Palace hotel. calling each day upon the
arrival Of the overland train, until l conc
The steamship Columbia, Caprai:t i}olics.
had two passengers for Portla nd-iDr.
Barker, a noted specialist in brain dis
eases. and Miss Catherine Ingram.
4 lady of petite figure dark blue eyes.
firm curved lips and a pleasant way, fer
all, her every expression showing the ten
sion she was laboring under and the
thoughts of meeting an absent one she had
longed to see, but had about given UP all
hope of ever seeing again. I told her the
whole story of this old man as / had expe-