The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1896-12-13

tea niles distant ard having ben lSio
that the principal locations wers up North
creek I went up thar stream. much 20
Bonsyss disgust We went on for two
hou-s, ard for TIRE last hasf hour were
picking out disconnected stretches q
trail between vide snovcrfrts about two
feet deep. Finally. seeing no signs % q
camp ard having ro prospect of any
warmer place 20 sleep than q STOW bank
ca tn. shore Of ths small lake AZ TIA hssd
Of ire creek I turned back as il grew
dusk and rearhed prospeetor's cache
By the 1rxt ford OF the creek Here
were cooking utensils. provisions AK and
tent al under q brush shelter I PICKET
81 Bonsy On the hill above. built fra.
ate The remnants OF my dinner, laid the
horse bIark ets on the ground with my
sasSs. FOR S pfllow and the tent for COW
erinz. ard sept as sound and snug as
ever hope 10 sle=p. / was awakened at s
o'clock n thu morning By footsteps. ard
Jumped up 70 ind a man passing I'D
tire trnn. He was Billy wartchou. and
he pointed out trail running down the
right bark q rhe creek saying that the
camp wzs only half a mile below Il
turned out rhak the North creek trail had
beer diverted TO better ford further
down. ard tire camp WAS al the point
where it oranchsd of from the main tran
leading 20 Tire Twisp pass hastily sad
where everybody gave me a warm well
come, none more 50 than J. NJ. Mohney.
with whom / had spent an hour OF
rainy day on the Coiville reservation.
On the way Up the Twisp had spent
night az the state road camp, as Com
missioner J. Howard Watson was expect
ed back from Seattle at any hour, and I
called there on the return trip only 20
learn that ne had gone down the river
2 be. 4 srsrtr n
Ives. ard the fact that he was an old
newspaper man awakened fell0w-fsefing
between US. On hearing that I was go
ing up Lake Chslan. he suggested that I
should spend a couple OF DAYS at his homo
on the lake. near First creek. while writ
ing the accumulated copy, and I readily
accepted hts invitation He has a fine
farm on q level beach and the abutting
hills. and has a house which approaches
che ideal for that sunny land. having
broad verandahs on three sides, from
which one can look out on the lake with
out suffering from the heat. Mrs. Wat
san made il delightful refuge, after two
weeks OF hard travelling In the hroiing
sun, sitting dust and all-smbraclng brush.
Practical Joke ON the Captain.
Rested and refreshed. went from there
on the steamer SxhskIn 10 Meadow
creek. and a slight rnishap was made the
basis Of & practical joke on Capt. Wat
kins and Stewart Johnson. the pilot The
only persons camped on Meadow creek at
that time were Mr. Johnson's father,
Charles Johnson. OF Lakeside. and $. j.
Gray. and / was directed hurriediy TO
their camp when l landed, but had no
clear idea whether IL was on the lake
shore or up the creek near the mining
claims. I tried the creek first, and rode
up the bed until I found myself with
wall OF rock on each side and another In
front. over which the creek ieaped In a
waterfall. / turned back and took one
of a tangled maze OF trails leading up the
mountain beside the creek. but an hours
wandering brought me to a jumping-off
place on the wall OF the canyon. Then /
went down again to the landing on the
lake and rode along the shore, keeping
a keen lookout for any human habita-
tion. I soon spied two men rowing to-
ward me on the lake. and I hailed them
at the Same instant that they hailed me.
On landing they proved TO be the very
men I was seeking. Two men who had
seen me land and learned my destination
had stopped at their camp and told them
OF my coming and that I was likely TO
miss the trail, so they had started in
search OF me. Picke,ing Boney near the
lake with their horses, / gladly Joined
them. and my wandering became good
joke. Mr Johnson rowed across tho
lake 10 Railroad creek and arranged with
l.. II. Willard and Andrew Cruusrine to
show me around the mining district the
next day. a Saturday We started soon
after sunrise and did not return until late
IN the afternoon. In the meantime the
steamer had come down the lake. and
Messrs. Johnson and Gray had told Capt.
Watkins and Stewart Johnson. with slmsi-
lated anxiety. that ] had not arrived and
must hs lost far up the mountains; that
Messrs Willard and Crumrine had gone
in search Of me. This story kept the
food steaznboatnaen on the anxious seat
for two days. as they did not run on sun
day Their fears for my safety were re-
moved on the Monday afternoon. when I
again led Boney aboard the boat to go up
10 Stehekin. and the auartette OF practical
jokers enjoyed a hearty laugh at their
friends expense. on my return from
Horse Shoe basin Mr.. johnson made me
welcome for two days at his handsome
home at Lakeside, and he and Mrs. john
son sent me on my way TO Wenatchee
with the most pleasant rscOllections OF
Lake Cheinn. They have an orchard.
vineyard and garden which are a beauty
spot in that pretty town and are deserved
~ It's pride.
one OF the few examples OF Boney's re-
pugnance TO going into the mountains oc-
I.eavenworth. / had disn~ounted to Stake
my thirst at n small stream near Old MIS-
sion about fourteen miles from Wenat-
chez. and had neglected 20 throw the
Birdie over the horses head. He had
Jared we'll at Wenatchee feastinC on oats
and resting in a good stable, and evidently
suspected that he had a hard trip ahead
OF him; 40 he turned round and started
~ A brisk trot whence he came. I was IN
hot pursuit on 3 line parallel with the
road 20 head him OF bat was far behind
him. when I spied n man riding toward
the runaway. I YELLED Catch that
horse" and vas mounted again after
half-mile run in such heat as Western
Washington scarcely knows.
Grouse with Charmed Life.
From Leavenworth went up the Ieicls
with John Bfork 70 see the recent dlscoy-
cries In that vicinity. and give the mos
quitoes and black gnats an opportunity 70
rexale themselves on our rlch. rudy gore.
There we're millions % them. and they
were ail models of Industry. the black
vnats being only second TO the mosquitoes
IN their powers o. persecution. although
much smaller. We camoed in the forest.
I've miles above the mouth of Jacks creek,
on the left fork Of that stream. ard turn
e. our horses out 81 a small meadow close
az hand. We were ready 70 start back
81 noon the next day, bat no horses were
Ia sight Mr.. BtoFE went 70 the next
creek below and satisfied himself thai
thew had not gone down the tran. 50 we
struck out separately on parallel c0urSes
uo the valley 20 End them. took the
level swamp ground along thu creek and
had 20 play acro0atlc tricks in walking
haif-gunksn legs % Avoid going 20 the
nsffdla In mud. We carefully examined
the great meadow hsif a mile above the
camp without finding sny signs o. them
ard returned dishelrtenei- our minds f1-
Il with the gloomy possibility Of having