The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1905-01-19
CORRESPONDENCE.
ODEII.

The merry jingle of the sleigh bells
furnish inspiration for one paragraph al
least this week. Last Sunday the noise
of the bells broke the monotony OF what
is usually a quiet day at Odell. Sleighs
from Mount Hood, Hood River and
Odell lined past the Little White Store
for hours. Clarence Copple headed the
list for music OF the bells. Behind his
pair Of grays and with string OF bells
on the harness OF each horse, he drove
like a prince up and down the line. The
Joyous, happy days OF sleighing have a
wonderful fascination for those OF tender
years and awaken recolleCtions within
us old fellows reminding us OF care
free days when we were young and our
blood was warm.
The roads are in excellent condition
for sleighing at this writing, and the
wish OF the writer is that they may rer
main until the warehouse stock can
again be replenished. From present
appearances inside the warehouse some
thing has been doing. A smashup Of
the bobs cost us the loss of two days at
the beginning OF the storm last week,
but they were out again the first of the
week laden with supplies for the Little
White Store that is always doing busi-
ness.
Oscar Fredenburg and Joe Holden
made a record-breaking trip in their
cutter last Saturday evening, arriving
at the Little White Store Just one hour
out from home on their way to Hood
River.
Looking through the window and out
upon the grey fringed mountains our
eyes meet picturesque II not cheer
less picture, and were II not for the eye
OF faith we would wonder II all nature
would not die under the icy grasp Of de-
fiant Winter; but looking through and
beyond the mist and storms and gloom
of winter, we see again young life aspiring
into existence under the gentle touch OF
spring, and we know that seed time and
harvest shall come again. May we not
learn q lesson from the changing sea-
sons2 When trouble, sorrow and disap-
pointment come to us, weighing us
down with gloom, may we look through
them all, hoping and working for
brighter and better days, remembering
that
"In all lives some days must be dark and
dreary,
Some rain must fall
The furnace of the Odell school house
is beyond redemption. II never did
work right; so finally, last week the di
rectors we're compelled to put in stoves
one in each room, and the children are
now comfortable.
w. l.. Carnes and family, who spent
some time N the Willamette valley
near Junction City, have returned home.
They we're visiting Mrs. Carnes' parents
and w. L. reports a fine time. He en-
ioyed the rare sport OF duck shooting
along the classic banks Of Long Tom
which il historic from the fact that there
is the place where an old lady, during
the food OF 1862, was out poking around
hunting the well, when the entire coun'
try was vast lake Of water. Besides
this, Long Tom was the childhood home
OF Congressman Williamson. He tell
the story OF bnying his first. marbles
from my brother, j. M. Shelley, across
the river at Harrisburg, and this r.
minds us that II don't matter 80 much
where man is as what he is."
Up TO the beginning Of thestorm sur,
veyors we're busy about odell chaining
and driving stakes for the railroad
They are looping the East Side OF the
valliy, and ere long 0dell and Pine
Grove will be linked together with
bands OF steel. Pine Grove may truly
boast of the best wagon road, but they
must be content with the same kind o
railroad that we have.
Mr.. Black, who for some time has
been in Portland hospital, will return
home in few days.
Dancing seems the order of things al
Odell. A big dance every week at the
Odd Fellows hall.
Hubert Morton is spending a few
days in Portland with friends there.
Quite number OF Mt. Hood people
attended the dance here last week. Al
the reporter does not dance, he is not
prepared to furnish list of the visitors