The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1895-11-20

between banks of golden gravel and to
go on and on to where no man ever was
certain. Afar on Portland Heights the
electric lights flashed in jeweled beauty,
and one involuntary began to look for
Orion's shield, the bright Pleiades and
the many other consultations that make
the midnight sky so attractive to the
observer. The steamer behind threw
out a heavy black pillar of smoke in
which the dancing red sparks frolicked
and played like children just out from
school, then the breeze would catch the
smoke, caress it lovingly for a moment
and our pillar would be transformed into
some cark genuii.
But day dawn is approaching, for the
red altar fires are burning on the mount
aims in the eastern horizon, while the
west remains dark and presents only
rude charcoal pictures. Mt. Hood, the
bride of the morning, has now caught
the glowing fame, her snowy crystals
are turned to gold, brighter and brighter
she appears till the eye is dazzled with
the brilliancy, and the king of day
has appeared. His first command seems
to be to send troop of angels with
FURNISHED wings to throw shower of
spirit flowers over the blushing bride,
making her go fair and beautiful that we
hold the breath in ecstasy, only for a
moment are we thus delighted, and then
smiling most sWeetly she wraps white
veil OF mist around her and our bride of
the morning retires with the king of day
to white palace of fog.
| At about 8 80 ''the mists have rolled
in splendor from the mountains and the
hills and the sunshine warm and tender
falls in kisses in the rills." The scenery
along the banks is most pleasing, the
forests are in their brightest autumnal
foliage. Old nature has been at work
with her paint brush, and seemingly has
used either shore for her palette on
which she has placed her most brilliant
reds, Colds and crimsons. These bright
colo-s are caught and reflected in all
their beauty in the river below.
Rooster Rock is one of the first points
of special interest pointed out, We cay
special because all have been interesting
from the first moment. The next is
| Cape Horn, most peculiar handiwork
of nature, composed of massive rocks
that rise in palisades in abrupt and
rugged grandeur from the waters below.
They are gray and moss covered and rest
on peculiar formation not unlike piling
and one is lead to fancy the crunbled
! foundation of the castle of some feudal
king, but closer study into the twisted
tiers of stone above tell of the angry rage
of the volcano in earlier days. The
view becomes so fascinating that we
long to be Argus-eyed in order to drink
it all in. Ever and anon white veil of
mist is thrown over some scene that
gives it look of fairy enchantment.
The Multnomah, Oneonta, Horse Tail
and Bridal Veil falls each call out all the
adjectives at our command and cause us
to think of the sublimity and goodness
OF God. Castle Rock stands out in
feudal splendor, surrounded by a strik-
ing background of dark green, fair ard
rugged cliffs.
The fsLwheels that are scattered all
dlOLS IuC OduhS vi Lllc LlN0E are u1OSl
interesting and we so wish we could see
them in operation. We are approaching
the rapids now, the waters seethe and
boil and try to make US believe we are in
the st. Lawrence, among the Thousand
Isles. At the Locks we rest an hour and
investigate the extensive works being
constructed that are at present employ
ing some 800 men. The undertaking ii
large one to give an open river, but VIZ
believe the surrounding country will
more than pay for it in few years
We next board the Regulator. For ar
hour or more the scenery is seemingly
mere rugged and the mountains higher
than before. The rocks become hills
the frs grow thicker and denser, anC
their needle pointed fingers sharper al
they point upward to the clear eky
along the river banks the shore is sand,
and trees with golden foliage grow tha
form bright frontispiece to the shadow.
frs and mountains beyond. Memaloos
Island, the burial ground of the red maj
of the forest, is past and we note tt,
solitary grave of the one pale face, VIII,
was such friend of the braves and de
sired to be buried among them. Tn,
mountains are growing lower, we hav,
less timber little stretches of orazin,