Daily capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1896-1899, 1898-07-20

stories are fat.
"l'ye run over these mountains
since " and I've never seen thing
to hurt yet. I've laid out for week
at time" said the guide, "and never
seen or heard Yarmlnt. Not but
what there's bear and cougar all
through these big woods, but they
wouldn't harm a child. They're as
glad TO get away as you are" Old
settlers do not carry their rifles. 1t
is too much like work, Only a man
with craze for big sport will come
in here armed with Winchester, but
there are great many fine rifles
brought iD here and always will be.
Frank Perkett has the best guides
and packhorses at Detroit for Hot
Springs, Lake Pamela aud Mt. Jeffer
son. He has fat horses, well broke,
and charges So day for mounted
guide and s1,5O day for pack ami
NAL. He finds the feed. A share Of
the way one could use wheel. Four
miles ou3 the Breitenbush tears
through canyon 1000 feet high on
each side. The first mile out is over
high bench, that drops off to the
river oyer steep bank. AS we came
to the edge our ears were delighted
with the musical roar Of the river
tumbling over its rocky bed, and at
the same moment burst of melody
came as 1t we're from Heaven itself.
1t was from the throat of what L con-
cluded was an American warbler, a
shy melodist, who sings early in the
morning. This bird is seldom seen
but may be heard almost anywhere In
North America, but not In the arid
regions. 1t is smaller than a blue
bird, with steel gray and pale blue
plumage. We heard number as we
wound along the stream, but none
after s O'Clock. L don't hear them
after o'clock at Salem. One flung
out his song over cataract thou
sand feet below us and it rose aboYe
the din Of the waters as a high con-
tralto scars above the chorus.
The pack train fords the river about
three hours out. We cross on a 200
foot giant fir that has been felled for
a foot bridge. The trail now leads
over a high bench half a mile south
of the river, whose faint murmuring
mingles with the soughing Of the
breezes far overhead. The next ten
miles were hard pull. We struck
into burnt timber soon after we left
Humbug creek. In crossing log our
eyes nearly popped out of our head
at sight of trout foot and a-balf
long. "The woods are full of them,"
as the boys say, but they scorn to bite
a hook OF any kind, and that is the
reason for the name OF the creek.
1 had been writing as / walked
along the first ten miles and this tired
me little and when we struck the
last slope on the long side of noun
tain and the sun was hot at the right
anRleIto strike.a mans back, be-
gan to feel like sitting down under a
tree. 1 put up my writing, got onto
horse for half amile, and then was all
right for the rest OF the fourteen
miles. It's good half.day's work TO
go into the hot springs from Detroit.
The trail Is much better one than
the trail to Quartzville or Gold creek.
There are no such steep climbs and
any lady or child, who can get onto
horse can ride over to the springs in
perfect safety,
The tenderfoot affords about as
much sport as any animal that fire.
quents the woods. He generally ar.
rives with fine fish pole. About the
Hrst thing happens he goes off log
into the creek, They let him work
his way out and he builds fire to
dry himself The particular speci-
men we!have in mind rolled himself up
into blanket aud went to sleep. The
fire fell down and burnt up one OF his
shoes and one leg Of his trousers.
The boys woke him before he burnt
up himself, and one Of them gave
him gunnysack to piece out his
missing trousers leg. He got an odd
shoe to wear and was a sight that
made sport for the boys as long as he
stayed. The +. I. is always welcome.
His folly makes him priced.
The trail into the.springs from De-
troit follows the canyon OF the Brett.
enbush. You are only once or twice out
OF reach OF its musical voice. 1
was tired enough 20 sleep soundly in
a cabin that anything smaller than
horse can walk into from almost any