The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-09-03
AUTUMN LEAVES.
The Most beautiful Season of the Year
Is Here.

A trip down the old Columbia Just al
this season Is well worth a day Of any
mans time. The air is mild and pleas
ant, and the forests are rapidly taking
on their brilliant hues which so delight
the eye and yet are saddening to the
heart The hectic flush of death upon the
face of nature Is always a reminder OF
the common lot of men, and one perforce
recalls the form of some loved one gone
before, or stops for breathing spell and
a communion with self upon the prob
lens Of life and death and wonders how
he viii meet the great change when the
summer comes for him. If the tWig be
examined from which the bright leaf has
fallen, to decay upon the ground, an
embryo bud will be found which with
the advent of spring becomes new life-a
new growth. So with the human kind;
what Is termed death but reveals the
bud Of a new life that SHAH be grander
and more beautiful than the first state.
How much Of comfort in the thought to
those left alone for a span of years to
battle With life's difficulties.
These and other thoughts crowd the
mind of the lover Of nature at this sea-
son and not all of the thoughts are sad
ones. The harvest moon will soon look
down upon abundant crops, insuring
peace and plenty to the industrious; the
toi,ing farmer will reap his reward and
through him all others win be benefited;
the year has been rounded out through
its different seasons from seed time to
harvest; prosperity is again about to
throw its mantle over our beloved coun-
try, and as the boat gracefully floats on
the bosom of the mighty river one is
reminded that in the Columbia Valley
there is plenty Of room for thous-
ands of toilers from the less IA
vored section of the land and that the
steel highway now being laid along the
shores of this great water course will
soon make it possible for these people to
settle in this fruitful land and prohtably
till the soil or hew in its vast forests.
Thus first sad thoughts were turned
into hope and despite the clouds which
gathered in the sky later in the day, the
traveller could best feel that 'all things
come to him who waits"
Among the many magnificent steamers
plying on the Columbia there is perhaps
none more comfortable for the sight,
seer or family party than the Ocean
Wave. Her cabins and st lterooms are
large and comfortably furr shed With all
modern conveniences an her officers
are always polite and ready to accom-
modate the public from the grumbling
man Of commerce to the crying baby
Captain West Whitcomb and Pilot VIM.
Buchanan are proud of their handsome
boat and Always ready to explain the
mysteries of the wheelhouse to their
guests or afford the tourist a view of the
passing scenery from the best point of
observation. First Officer Captain Al.
Gray is always ION deck" and Purser
A. w. Mckenzie and Freight Clerk B.
Seeley look after the shelIels and the
slowing away Of the large families under
their care. Chief Engineer Joe Hayes
and Assistant Kellogg take great pride
in the powerful machines under their
charge and give them more attention
than mother does her badly.
But the department which most inter-
ests the tourist or travelling man, who
is always ready to eat five meals day
with innumerable luncheons on the side,
Is the dining room. Here Steward il.
Hook and Chef Bentram shine, with no
uncertain Night. as the well cooked ana
well served meals Of the Wave are re-
nowned.
The delicacies Of the season and dainty
It'd bits always at hand, are greltly ap-
preciated by their hosts OF friends.
The Wave Is not a racer, hut is certain
ly second to none in point OF comfort