The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1895-06-11
AStoria'S New System of Water
Works Assuming Shape.
THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES
Mossbackism Overcome and the City
Will Take Her Place in Front
Rank of Modernism.

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clples OF mossDacKlsm ana Is destined TO
remain only an insignificant fishing sea-
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VI '"e "e" ""'ei" i"oiAS sySten' as olu
large number of citizens last Sunday
afternoon.
marty, ~ o,antler,an datar,,,ro,t % -
iol VneinseiFes the "orh pelng uone, ana
its magnitude, started out for a walk
over the right OF way. The summit
Of Fifteenth street hill was reached,
when short rest was taken before un-
dertahng the tramp over unfinished
roads. The afternoon was beautiful-a
soft and dreamy sort OF day. In the blue
haze OF distance, over the tree tops and
valleys below, could be seen Saddle
mountain, like sentinel, ever watchful,
standing guard over Nehalem valley,
while the glistening waters of Young's
and Lewis and Clark's rivers, with the
intervening green meadows, made a pic
ture whose beauty never tires.
From the summit the trail, broad
driveway which follows along the SOUTH
ern side OF the ridge, in its many wind.
ings through the erstwhile trackless for
est presents many wild and picturesque
scenes. Here high embankment across
some ravlne gives a glimpse through the
dense forest where the thick underbrush
effectually excludes all but the most
hardy; there the stump of some monarch
Of the woods by the roadside, now COW
cred with hchens and ferns. tells of some
past storm Of mighty force. Again the
mountain towers high above the road
way, its sides, almost perpendicular, COW
cred with moss and the ever present
graceful ferns, a feature of the coast
landscapes. Now the road passes be-
tween high banks on either side, cut
through the hill, and dips into the ravine
below, spanned by a high bridge. A gray
squirrel, on the side of a large tree
barks saucily at the intruders, but shows
little sign of fear. Further along a. turn
in the road brings the ramblers upon a
colony OF handsome blue jays who scold
Justify at being disturbed, but are too
tanltedo take to fight. their bright pIum-
age aeongst the dark green of the foliage
MAXI, a pleasing contrast.
A gNiig of men and teams on the road
momentarily cease their work to gaze an
the strangers. when the loud voice Of the
ubiquitous foreman is heard to exclaim
to them, "well lads, are you'se fellers
layin' Off"
The way is now through the denser
woods and is refreshinq,v cooI tho swee,
scent of freshly turned eanth mingled
with the natural aroma of the forest ia
fully appreciated by the dwellers in
cities where coarser smells pnsdomin-
ate.
At length the Damn is raocbed +h,t
of Parelli. Here some fifty men, mostly
Italians, are gathered in groups about the
doors of their gypsylike tentsI while the
tempting odor of the evening meal. under
preparation, reminds the visitors that
they, too, are hungry. The camp is
pitched in a beautiful spot in the heart
of the woods, "a spring of ice cold water
a hundred feet below in the rayine fur-
nshing a never falling supply of that
necessary adjunct to all abodes. An in
teresting study of human nature was
given in the motley group of men. who
for the most part were much more in-
telligent looking than the majority of this
class Of laborers. In one group an evil
dent leader was making a talk to his
fellows upon some subtect of seeming in,
terest. as all at times interrupted the
speaker with remarks. and the gestures.
earnestness and flow of words in the
musical language of Italy claimed the
attention of the visitors even though thev
did not understand the meaning of what
was said.
After Ia short rast ond rafrash,oou4 a