Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1901-08-08
The Beauties OF Rogue River.

Donnls otOVait appeared IN tne leleRrem
Of August 3, appropriately illustrated
photographs Of scenes on the river
Southern Oregon In general aud Grants
Pass In particular is receiving great deal
Of free advertising through the columns Of
the Evening Telegram and also through
Eastern magazines, and Dennis Stovall
should receive medal and the thanks
Of the town for what he Is doing:
There are many charming rivers in
Oregon, rivers whose senic beauty and
grandeur Of landscape through which
they flow, can hardly be surpassed by
streams anywhere In the world; yet
among all the rivers OF our state there
are none possessed Of such varied
interest. such changing scenes, as iis
waters dash over the rapids and falls !;
none so grand, none so beautiful withal
as the Rogue, the great river Of Southern
Oregon. Far up in the mountains near
Crater Lake, the first springs forming
the Rogue, rise; then the waters dash
down the precipitous mountains, first
northwest, then southwest, until they
mingle with the billoxs Of the Pacific.
It is an impetuous, unnavigable stream,
winding at times through wild and rough
canyons, between the high walls Of
narrow gorges and at other times flow.
ing peacefully through verdant valleys,
whose broad. green fields spread away
on either side, In graceful slopes to the
the distant mountains.
Not 80 very many years ago the savage
red man, pitched his wigwam along the
Rogue's grassy banks, and while his
squaw beat the msnzanita berries on q
stone and made meal for his bread, he
dshed the stream for salmon or stalked
the mountains in search Of game. Then
the army Of white men entered, seeking
the precious glittering nuggets that min
gled with the gravel in the rivers bed.
The poor Indian with his ponies, his
wigwam and his squaw was driven far
back over the mountains, and now
the manzanits berries grow and ripen
and drop undisturbed from the branches,
for the white men can't use them.
The scenes along the Rogue present
ideal subjects for the artist, inspiration
for the poet, rest for the toiler who is
weary in mind and body, and a veritable
paradise for the sportsman. One gr ows
To love this old river as they enter into
Its secrets. There are at every turn Of
the stream, surprises OF beauty; and
here, as nowhere else, one feels that
they are near TO Natures Heart. The
water ripples a hearty welcome to all
during the day and sings ssoothing lula
by to the weary sleeper at night.
The sportsman, following the Rogue,
AZ It winds through the mountains, can
find an abundance OF game. The no
torious deer skinners" OF n few years
ago, who nearly rid the mountains oil
those noble animals. are now restricted
from their deadly work By the strong
arm OF the law, and the deor are b1com-
Ing more abundant Ia the Southern
Oregon mountains. |. isnow common
sight to see a beautiful buck followed by
doe walk timidly down into the Rogue
to drink Of the .stream's cool water Z.
Elk are yet seen too, as also black and
brown bear, panther and wildcat. The
eyer.hungry coyote continues TO disturb
the campers dreams with his doleiul
walls and shrieking cries. The woods
are filled with scampering squirrels,
while the cotton.tail and the jsckrsbbit
remain as faithful to the country as the
chapparal bushes over which they MIN.
bly, leap to the utter discouragement OF
the hounds.
Sportsmen, along the Rogue can have
any kind OF hunt that they choose.
They can find an abundance OF small
game near town, or they can 20 for q
week OF months hunt away back in the
rugged mountains. where the kings Of
the forest roam. Camping places are
as numerous as the ripples in the stream,
with cold pure water and delightful
shades; where the idle, the lax, or
weary can lie and listen to the soft sing
a a.