The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1895-08-22
VACATION JOTTINGS.
Sounds from the Sea. A Dash
of Spray Fresh from Old
Ocean.

Better late than never" is very coz
! venient, if not consistent, old adase Ny
! intention has been to write few notes to
your many readers, long ere this, but when
minister goes away to rest and recuperate,
the pressure of inactivity aud incidence Of
ten prevent much correspondence, and his
pen is almost forgotten Bat the GAZETTE
and friends at home have not been out CT
mind for even day. At our cottage every
week, We have welcomed most gladly the
tIdings from Corvallis, and the region round
about, brought to US by the pleasant visitor
the Corvallis GAZETTE. We thank you,
dear old friend, for the news from home so
kindly given US, and wish you abundant
prosperity.
Once more for a few weeks we have been
tie south of the famous Nye Creek. There
are very few changes at Newport, and its
surroundings, except here and there new
cottage and an improved sidewalk. There
Is as much sand and wind as ever and the
roads are as rough and the hills as steep as
ten ears ago. The possibilities of this place
to become the most popular summer resort
on the northwest coast are as great as ever.
The reality, however, is rather slow in be.
ing manifest. Today we sit at our window
and look out upon the Pacific whose breezss
are as invisible, balmy and invigorating as
ever, and whose tossing waves are as rest
less as the sweeping winds and strong cur
rents can make them. Sometimes the great,
blue fringed with flowing folds of white, as
the dashing pillows break in foaming laugh
ter on the rock-bou beach. Now and
then a steamer, sailing vessel and fishing
craft move to and fro upon the watery deep
Familiar and unfamiliar faces meet US on
every side. Children sport in the sand and
play in the water, for women aud children
abound this year. Age and youth, beauty
and ugliness medesty and rudeness mingle
an the broad walk and bathe in the surf.
The bloomer girl displays herself more than
is really necessary, while the young urchins,
half frightened, cry out "Who comes here?"
Sitting in front of us is contemplative.
looking man, with gray hair and the evi
deuces of care about him, gazing intently
and thous shtfully upon the sea. Alongside
of him is the attentive nurse keeping guard
over noisy. stirring child, while the mother,
dressed in gay bathing robes, is Hopping in
the tide. Near by are two men seemingly
more absorbed in what is published in their
newspaper, than in tine crowd that are wash
ing themselves in the salt, surging sea.
The weather has been so cold of late, that
almost all of the bathers, as they emerge
from the water, have the appearance of the
poor child after its mother had given it
severe spanking In another direction there
is a sweet family picture. Ths father
stretched out upon the sand, in turn onter-
tains wife and babe. The mother acts as if
there were none so dear to her as he who
ministers so kindly and responsively to her
comfort and enjoyment; and while we are
looking, there comes that ever interesting
object-the attentive young man and the
receptive maiden, who are all unconscious
that anyone is behind them, and who see
nothing before them, but happy, loving
present and a hopeful, joyful future.
But we did not think to write of persons
speak of the real pleasure and health we
have gained the past month. Men and
women from far and near have gathered here
and our own beautiful little city of Corvallis ;
boH ptoti the
happy throug. We have been glad to wei .
come so many of our worthy citizens. The
ligaified old gentleman and the spectacled f.:
I'D lady; the middle aged gent and his
growing family around him, making music
n the air, and the young married couple
With the babe of few months in their arms 4
ire all down on the beach searching for
water agates this morning, while on the rock
Ionder sits maiden artist of 40 summers,
ketching the touching scene. These are :
Ill from Corvallis-cellege and school, pull
Dit and pew, shop and store, office and bank,
,arlor, kitchen and cradle are all represent
ID, and the picture is indeed beautiful. I
And yet there is no picture like this big, .
Tar away the sobbing sea sweeps the hori {
ION, while the unfettered waters sink and
well, flow and fash in the sum- warm rays.
Then some shouts "There goes the ship +
md we think of the ship in the ofing, *
vhither bound and how laden. |!
There are ships that went to sea many,
many years ago,
They have not came back to me, but are I
sailing to and fro. e
They remind me sf the gulls, fly ing low, b,
flying low.
Their sails shall ne'er again be furled +
In this ftful, feeting world;
They have reached the peaceful shore, q
Where the blllows chafe no more,
And they dwell within the shadow of 5
the throne evermore, evermore.
Oh, the mind as well as the body gains r
est and health and vigor amid such scenes
nd in such air as one breathes on this shore