The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1895-09-14
A.rsrr. UP THE caun D,AIrss.
Delightful Journey BY Lake, River An
Rail.

Delightful Journey BY Lake, River and
Rail.
A correspondent Of the Spokesman.
Review writes as follows Of a trip up
the lake and river:
Soon after arriving at Coeur d'Alene
City our car was backed down to the
wharf where the steamer Georgia Cakes
lay ready to take US across the lake.
There was slight breeze stirring, just
enough TO make the water ripple. Thir-
ty miles up the lake we touched at Har-
risoD. q busting little town where the
lumber interest seems to be well taken
care of. From hero we started for the
CGur d'Alene river, half a mile away.
At the mouth it was none too wide for
the boat TO enter. Plenty OF fish ard
cells were driven ont of the bed OF the
stream through the weeds and moss
that grew on either side, which brought
forth ordinations Of "Oh, what big
one" and "There goes another" from
the delighted passengers. The captain
noticed our enjoyment and allowed our
fancies to run riot, but afterward,
when seated around delightful lunch
Of game, fish, fruit and vegetables,
furnished by the surrounding country,
told us that the fish and eels we had
seen were only the moss and weeds put
in molten by the swells from the boat.
This dampened somewhat our imagin-
alton. Our chagrin was Of short dura-
ton and soon forgotten as each bend in
the river like q shifting panorama
brought new scenes to our sight. Here
miners cabin nestled in some shady
nook well up the mountain side, or some
cool, inviting mountain stream almost
hidden by stately cedars As it came
bounding over rocks and through gor-
ges in its haste TO find resting place
in the placid waters of the Cnur d.
Alene. Extremes always meet" it is
said. How in contrast is all this; the
delicious coolness. fragrant breeze,
shady retreat, with the tired and dust
begrimed prospector with pick and
shovel and pack as he winds his tortu-
GUS way up some steep mountain trail
or some thrifty rancher's helpmate
standing in the blazing sun out on
some rocky point, her arms swinging
like the handle Of the town pump, tell
ing the captain TO put ashore, that the
other half Of the firm is below ready TO
throw on board several sacks Of pro
duce, consisting Of potatoes. beets cab,
bzcc, etc, destined for the mines up the
river.
Al this season Of the year tie Cpur
d Alene valley puts on thrifty appear
ance. Fields OF waving grain, barns
almost filled to bursting with bright
looking hay. while the truck patches
fairly groan with their weight Of cab
b2ge, beets, turnips and other rege-
tables. But il was not till we arrived
at Mission, a small place al the head
Of navigation, our eyes were treated
10 sights that would make a Snake river
fruit grower enyious. Orchards OF de-
iicious pears, bright, rosy-cheeked ap-
pies, plums and appricots, their limb.
supported by dozens Of props. Here
i, was necessary TO take the trail road
for the balance Of our trip. AS we
passed Ca;aldo We noticed the smolder-
ing ruins Of a planning mill. We learned
this was the property Of Calhoun Bros.
and was insured for $4,000. Our train
being late short stops were made at
Kingston, Wardner junction and Os-
borns till we arrived at the end OF our
journey at the bright and lovely town
OF Wallace.