The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1894-08-07
CORRESPONDENCE.

Though lost to sight Astoria is indeed
TO memory dear, and lest you should
Danish us from your memory, we send
you greeting from Olney.
Embarking at very low tide Tuesday
morn on the Mayflower, we are beset
by grave doubts about reaching the
promised land in reasonable time, and
resign ourselves philisophically to any
fate, yet inwardly implore Neptune to
save us from being grounded OH the
sllmy, oozy banks Of Young's river.
In answer, doubtless, to our suppli-
cation, when we reach the mouth Of
the Klaskanine, the captains whistle
calls-not spirits from the vastly deep,
but fish boat from Olney to which we
and our numerous belongings are trans
ferred.
How apt the Roman name, impede
ments," seems to us as we watch the
slowing away of cot bed that sudden
ly seems to have become centipede,
saddles that are all horns, mattress
that resembles a small fort, besides
baskets, bags, bundles, live chickens,
ana several persons, in one fish boat.
Anxiety over our baggage, does not
prevent an appreciation Of the pretty
river whose banks are so exactly and
wonderfully duplicated by the sharpestI
of shadowy reflections in the water, TIN
one can scarcely tell where substance
passes into shadow.
Despite all delays, we at last land
safely at Olney, where the novelty OF
exploring unknown grounds, adjusting
ourselves to the palpable inconvenience
of our surroundings, occupies the day.
Night sees weary feminine group, as
sembled in an attic ready for sleep.
How jubilantly they seek couch of hay
and cot bed, scorning the one bedsteadi
rs too common! How soon, alas! are
they disillusioned, and each wishes she
had chosen differently! While the
sleepers on hay think that may be good
beddine for horses, but poor material toI
keep one from unpleasant proximity
to the floor, the enc to whom the COT
has been assigned wakens often from
uneasy slumber, saying in Scriptural
language, but with unscrlptural
thoughts, "the bed is so short that shel
cannot stretch herself thereon, and theI
covers are too narrow to cover herselfI
Herewith" After hours spent in that
shivery borderland between comfortablei
warmth and positive cold, watching the
sky gleam through the tiny holes in thel
roof, and thinking the exaggerated
thoughts that fill a sleep.ess night,
morning dawns at last.
Socrates said '"To want nothing is di-I
vine; he who wants least is akin to the
Gods" The transition from the ordina-
ry comforts of life to this extraordi-
nary lack of them, makes one realize
how superfluors are many of our wants.
One soon becomes oblivious to such
trines as odd sizes, shapes and styles
Of dishes, inadequate supply Of knives,
and in time may grow to relish the
taste of the river water, though it be
"a little too thick for a beverage and a
little too thin for soup"
Life near to natures heart has its
of which fishing Eek
ertion" is not the least The cavalcade
on this occasion consisted of three
three children, two horses and
2 dog. The first glimpse of the trout
stream is exciting, because Mrs. Careful
spies therein large trout, which all
greet with CHEEKY voices but do not
hasten up stream on piscatorial pleas
ure bent, while the lazy one Is content
to spend the time in the loveliest messy
nook imaginable, concluding that to do
nothing and succeed at it, is better than
angling for fish that will not be caught
Three tiny trout-real trout-crowned
the efforts of the five, and our return
Trip furnished a scene for an admirable
snap shot
While waiting near the horses for
Mrs Careful to have another try for
that big fish, Sir Alderney Bull came
down the road with roaring
voice and lordly mien, when over the
fence in a trice go the crowd into the
ield where Mrs. Careful is serenely
fishing. "Oh mama, have red dress
m" exclaimed the youngest in frantIc
ones as she hid behind tree, with just
Is much bravery in her little heart.
however, as the grown people could
Ioast.
Sir Aldeney, after apparent delibera-
ion, walks majestically through a gap, .
n the fence into the field where We
tood-but not long-for over the fence
I'll go with the agility of acrobats, even
rhe Lazy One hurrying faster than ,
my one else.
With nothing more serious than the
oss Of two flies and the tip of fish
'ole, as Sir Aldemey did not deign TO 7
ook at us, homeward we go. I
Dear Mr.. Editor it is time for me, !
o find the pitchfork with which to stir
p our beds, therefore you escape any |
hing further this time from {
THE LAZY ONE,
Glover Knoll August 4 1894