The Dalles times-mountaineer. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1882-1904, 1897-09-04
ASCENT OF MT. ADAMS.
The Trip Described by an Amateur Noun
tain Climber.

hearing some one say: This remlnGs
me of the sleeping beauties in the
wood" | am still wondering if the
owner OF that voice meant what he
said or if he was making fun of our
| towseled hair and bl;stered noses aud
faces with the powder washed off in
streaks. If thought he dared make
fun of us ] would never speak to him
again, would you? Our noses looked
| like the headlight OF an engine or
search light, but the professor need not
make any remarks about our proboscis
for his nose was red too, but L think
that was caused by the contents of d
certain bottle saw him carrying, and
whose label did not spell milk, though
the contents did look the color of lacte
al fluid, but will not say any more for
| l promised to say nothing and with me
mum 8 the word" as every body knows.
The professor is good cook, and of
fered to get breakfast if we would only
tell him what the bill of fare should
be. We thought OF quail on toast and
other delicacies, but told him we would
get up after awhile and get breakfast,
but when we tried to "arise" we found
we were almost paralyzed, so after
several trials we got up and prepared
the morning meal.
We found that two of the ponies had
left us the evening before, so the two
girls rode the professors pony and
the other cayuse, with the professor
and the guide walking ahead. leading
the pack animal, we started off on the
procession homeward bound. The
first thing we proceeded to do after
leaving the sheep camp, was to get
lost. The trail we had been following
ran out, as the saying is, and we struck
out for steep hill ahead of us. We
could not think of letting single hin
in sight go ''unclumb," after having
been ascending the mountain back
there only the day previous. We were
afraid we would lose the art of climb
ing if we desisted too soon. We ar
rived at the top and began to hunt
around for trail, and found beautl-
full, well-worn one, which seemed to
have been travelled every day for
years. We were innOcently happy
over the find" and said this should
have been the one to have taken us to
h1t 20, Of . hnr tnSr fnll raA
the trail over logs down into shady
woods, across purling brooks whose
banks were fringed by beautiful ferns
and wild ginger, by the pretty twin
flowers which have such delicate frag-
rance in their pink bells, and we
stopped few moments to drink in the
beauty of this sylvan scene. We
travelled on again, happy in the
thought that we would soon be back
in Minnehaha camp and resting from
our trip.
Soon we are traversing more rocky
country, where huge pillars of grey
stone rose hundred feet in the air,
then we went through dense bracken,
and crossed another stream of clear,
cold water, and then the trail led
through more open country down d
steep hill. and we found it almost
noon-sime, but concluded to not take
lunch until later. We were going
down very steep, rocky little pitch
when noticed the horse which the
girls rode, shy little and wondered
what the reason could be, when my
pony began dancing down hill at
Maud S. gait, l holding on to the
bride in front and to bundle of rope
attached to the saddle behind, with
small yalise tied to the right side of
the horse standing out straight, with
my eyes bugging out and wondering
what had come over the spirit of my
very slow pony, my bonnet
flying with every jump, but | de-
termined to stay in the saddle, and
trying between the bounces to ejacu-
late the word which occurred to my
mind, yellow Jackets" / found
was right, for on the shoulder of my
pony, saw bug of the tailor made,
or small.waisted variety, known as
wasps. The professor came running
to meet me and inquired the reason of
nay sudden rush. When L got breath
enough ahead to tell him. how they
all laughed and wished for kodak.
must have been u study for either
kodak or camera, and wish | could
have seen myself ss others saw me.
A short distance from where this in
eident took place W. arrived at quak-
ing aspen grove near which was a
spring, and ! could see the hills around
/ remarked to the girls
that when We should get to the little |
town of Glenwood, that ! would get |
some one to take us to Trout Lake. |
The guide heard this remark, and at |
once began looking about for the right |
direction. He said; I'm three hours |
We shall arrive at Circle City" (which.
Is near the White Salmon bridget | |
said, do you think so. Mr.. Smith? So
IN we trudged, getting very weary and
of what we would have for |
Sunday dinner. Visions OF fried spring
chicken and its accompanying
lainties flashed through our minds,
md helped US to keep from getting too
lungry. Let me remark that we had
started out from camp with provisions
enough for two days and this was near
he close OF the third day, Every one
Use could make the trip in two days,
md why should not weP This we
bought of at the time we left camp
happy.
We Travelled and travelled, over logs.
through thickets of fir underbush,
cross canyons. over hills aud at last
fter about four hours riding, ! gently
inquired OF the guide, where is Circle
ity, Mr.. Smith" only silence for an
nswer. I believe the .glide was ,
riled" and 1 wondered if it was be-
ause of my innocent question: or be-
ause he did not know where he was
at" He told me after about a half
our of studied silence that these
oods were as new to him as to me.
lid, "oh, knew all the time where l :,
as, we we're going straight to Glen I