The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1904-05-12
A Poetic Spot.

Editor Glacier
| DEAR SiR:--I have be- 90 ciarmet
with the scenery OF your 1ee illage, j
it will not be iDtrnding ! on ar time
want to tell you Of ew uelightfu
days spent at "Rand's Resort.
Accepting Mr.. Robert Rand kind In
vitation, we left the little city OF HooC
River, quietly nestled among the trees
and drove out the river road on the west
side
The oaks waving their branches to the
gentle breezes seemed beckoning us tc
come and soon VIC are on the road
among the frs, sweet scented pines and
| spreading oaks.
| II is q most delightful ride. To our
right the beautiful Columbia, like a
great silyersheet, among the ever.spread-
ing green, lies smiling in the sunlight
while above tower those rugged noun.
tains clothed in dark recedlng forests.
Now Mt. Adams rears its snowy head
above the scene and just below the
mountain stream of White Salmon emp
ties its cold blue waters into the CO.
lumbia
Now and then we pass homes nestled
among the green foliage. After pleas
ant ride Of one and one-half miles we
reach our destination, u most beautiful
summer resort.
1t forms an everchanging picture, for
here nature has combined rugged grand
ure with PASTORAL pietnresqueness. rocky
cliffs and ripping waters.
Here at our very feet babbling brook
plunges over precipice fiinging showers
Of silyery spray on the grim rocks two
hundred feet below
This is a sight not soon forgotten. The
falling waters, rugged rocks decked here
and there with maiden hair ferns and
bright green foliage
Ear below us the little stream rusbes
through green meadow and is soon lost
IN the broad Columbia.
The dark green forests on the noun
tain slopes are touched up with the gay
tints of towering shrubs; but we can
feast our ewes on this scene no longer.
A rustic bridge and path lead US into
fairy land Of greenGry. Such inviting
seats beneath the spreading oaks, such
cosy hooks among the mnrmuring pines.
To sit and listen to the secrets that
they tell, to listen to the song.bird's i note
and watch the fleecy clouds, charms as
sweet music stealing over the soul, and
we sit and dream the hours away.
Reluctantly we leave and 20 on down
the dear old fashioned garden, the old
apple tree laden with blossoms, shrub
berry and flowers, such as our grand
mothers had on the old farm,
We wander back TO the falls just as
the setting sun throws his last bright
ray over the sparkling waters and while
the gray mists begin to creep up the
mountain sides we listen 10 the beanti-
ful Indian legend OF the falls Of Wan
Gnln-Guin, the hidden treasure, the
dark haired maiden and her Indian lover
who stood on this very spot 80 many
years ago
Night has thrown her dark mantle
over the scene, the new moon and twink
ling stars are reflected in the wa,er,
when we come back once more to the
realities Of life and join our friends in
tie lighted hail.
Those pleasant days, how swift they
flew, and now are In the past, but though
they are gone they are hot forgotten, and
long will this visit remain asa green
oilsis IN memury's casket.
And now must leave your bright fireside
And return 70 the scenes Of the town,
must leave your fresh air and bright sun !
shine,
The thoughtaImpst brings dark frown.
Oh, love your green trees and the grasses,
Ana flowers With fragrance so sweet
IN, how can. leave natures beauties
And travel tile crowded street2
sweet pines, you have whispered me secrets.
Aid the oaks, they heckOn to me-
The dear old rocks and the mosseg
In the town never can see
hnve watched the sunshine and shadows,
As they play on the green clad hills,
And beautiful falling waters,
Thelr memory my soul always thrills
rhe rocks by the sweet babbllng waters
II plnce thHt love so welt
for their song IN the sweetest of music.
Aud its there that the song birds dwell.
Warm friends too, I've found In the country.
III miss them SO much when away,
sui on mem0ry's walls their pictures
shall stay fof many day.
like a beautiful green oasis
II been this fair country home,
and Ill always remember IL kindly,
Wherever may roam.
And now I know must leave you,
And bid you found adleu,
tnd though return 10 the city,
Dear country, my heart stays with you.
-~JEssIE ID. BRLKNAp.