The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1902-09-12

American name; 1t may have had an
Indian one. There were no trails In
the woods on that side Of the mount
ain. Moreover, dense smoke combined
with the strangeness of the country to
confuse their compass. For some
hours the party wandered about lost;
finally toward evening they came out
on the lake shore as much by chance
as by calculation. About the campfire
that evening some one, apropos of their
recent scrape, told the story of the In
dian who was lost In the woods; when
met by a white man and asked If he
was lost, he said: "No; Injun not lost I;
wigwam lost" Soon after getting
back to Portland my father wfote a
letter to The Oregonian, giving an ac-
count of the trip, and in the course of
this article suggested the name "Lost
Lake" which II has retained ever
since,
From the high point known as
Huckleberry Ridge = the one that
appears on the right of most
of the photographs of the mount
ain from the lake magnifi-
cent view of the lake, the surround
ing mountains and of Hood is obtained
The latter appears immeasurably high
by reason of the foothills that lie be-
tween and give the massive and more
imposing foreground and foundation
to the mountain. One Of the first
things that is noticed upon arrival at
the lake is the vast area of burnt tim
Der that whitens the large m 9untain.
which rises up from the left hand or
northern shore. When climbing
Huckleberry Ridge, more and more of
the timber land, off toward the middle
of the Cascades, comes into view, that
is lamentably Scared and scorched by
forest fire. In looking at these burns,
1t is gloomy comfort to know that
what Is left of all the timber in sight is
now within the confines of the govern
ment reserve, and is regularly patrolled
and watched by forest rangers. These
rangers have to pass searching civil
service examination, and must be
equipped physically, mentally, in dis
position and in woodcraft for their
lonely calling. All the summer
months, until the fall rains, they camp
singly at some strategic base in the
midst of the territory for which they
are responsible. If fire breaks out
anywhere within their limits, they
sling camp stuff and grub upon their
horse, and out they "hike," straight
over the mountains, the nearest way to
fight it. If all is quiet in the terrific
ry of one, and he sees a fire anywhere
in part of the reserve appOrtioned to
another, no matter If it be two days
journey off he must go and help con-
troll it.
There was one of these fine fellows
in camp at the lake this year. Barney
Cooper, a son of the Mount Hood plo-
neer for whom Cooper's Spur on Mount
Hood was named. AT the recent heavy
fire on the Mount Hood road, near
Cloud Cap Inn, he had four other rang
ers, from country all the way from
Mount Hood 10 the Three Sisters, help
ing him handle it, A pillar of smoke
rising out of distant forests on the ho-
rizon has always fired me with sort
of rebelliOus, revengeful spirit 1t
does me good, though, now, to think
that any place in the Cascade reserve,
Wneil SUCH appedISl IL lHednS ALSO tldt
trusty woodman is crashing his way
to it, to fight 1t to the end.
Barney Cooper came to supper at our
camp the last night we stayed at the
lake this August. After jolly even
ing around the campfire, as he was
pulling away in his boat to his snug
camp at the inlet, he shouted back
| "Hell ANYBODY that's thinking of com
ing out to come right along! Barney
COoper's summer resort is all ready
for fem!"