The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-03-31
A Thrilling Adventure.

things, several boxes OF samples con
signed to Junius Crosby, II Boston
drummer on his way TO Alaska. He
came to Portland on the Northern
Pacific expecting TO find the sample
trunks ordered shipped there from the
San Francisco branch of his house.
On learning of his loss he wired San
Francisco for fresh supply and
pending their arrival decided to visit
mn old friend OF his boyhood days who
has ranch on the Columbia opposite
Wyeth, and who had often written him
to come and enjoy the hunting and
fishing, of which he had given rather
glowing accounts.
The two days which he spent on the
Columbia and the thrilling experience
he underwent in that time, were told
by him in Portland on his return to
life aud civilization and will form a
period in his existence he can never
forget. When sufficiently recovered
he told his story, while wrapped up
in warm blankets with his feet in II
mustard bath.
al caught the L. u. train out Sat
urday night, intending to put in Sun
day with my old chum. All l knew
about his location was that his mail
was addressed to Wyoth, Wasco coun-
ty, Oregon, SO | bought a ticket to
Wyeth. 1t was pitch dark when /
got oil the train, and all ! could see
was little shack of station and n
lot of big trees all around me. 1 had
hardly got off when the train pulled
out and left me. / soon found my
self gazing at big, hnrd-looking
backwoodsman who had come out of
the darkness from somewhere after
throwing n mail sack aboard the train.
"'Can you tell me where Charley
Green lives?' inquired. There's II
Charley Green lives across the river,
but you can't find him this time
o'night,' he said, cycling me suspi-
ciously. 'Where did you come from?'
1 told him, and expressed my anX-
iety to get across the river II he would
show me the ferry.
"'There hain't no ferry nearer
than White Salmon and that hain't
runnin', nohow,' he answered. 'Tho
best thing you can do, young man, is
to wait till mornin' and get an Injin
to paddle ye across in n canoe
al didn't like that scheme for n
cent, for it was cold, raw and threat
ening rain, and didn't feel that /
would have trusted that old chap even
if he had volunteered to find for me
place to sleep, which, however, he
didn't. After talking the question
over, and with considerable conxing,
he finally agreed, for moneyed con-
sideration, to roust ont an Indian to
take me across. Ii the Indian was
sober and would condescend to take
me across, well and good. If he was
drunk, which the old fellow seemed
to think most likely, and refused,
mine was the loss. l followed him
along narrow path toward the river,
stumbling along over stumps and
roots, doing my best to keep up with
him, till We reached q tumble-down
shanty on a flat near the river. A
series of heavy blows on the door suc-
ceeded in calling forth responsive
grunt from within, and after n little
more delay the door was opened and
q weazened-faced old Indian peered
out at us. In dialect 1 could not
understand my companion explained
to him what l wanted. A few depre-
catory monosyllables and shakes of
the head informed mo that 'Lo'looked
with decided disfavor on the propo-
sition. Further conference and the
promise of good stiff reward caused
him to change his mind, and without
another word, Indian like, he started
off down path toward tho edge of the
water.
"'He's sober enough, guess, young
feller.' said my companion, $50 cut
along after him, but be keerful he
doan't cut yer throat and rob YER
With this cheering admonition he left
me and soon disappeared in the dark
ness, leaving me in decidedly uneasy
frame OF mind, heartily wishing had