The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1909-02-10
WallOwa.

Often in epic and poem grand.
Praises are sung of some magic and'
Pictures painted by skillful hand,
Telling alike the story
Of suns that shone and breezes that blew,
Of flowers that bloomed and trees that grew;
Or that roamed, and birds that flew
Adding to earth their glory
Again and again. some tiresome tale,
Of wandering search, for Holy Grail
Has caused the poets eye to fall
To the sights that bound US.
Thus in land, which we know SO well.
Here in Wallowa, where we love TO dwell;
Who arisen that dared to tell
OF the beautiful world around us!
Listen ye then, the lay sing,
OF the land where every man Is King
Where Nature smiles on everything;
Never her gifts abatng
Search for its equal in distant Cline
Mid ancient verse tresome rhyme
Oh. tell the country, place or time,
To excel the I'm relating.
Up the Columbia's rolling stream,
Up where the blue crest mountains RISE
There in valley, meath sunny skies
Lies the land of the Lapway dream.
Mountain encircle1 every hand
Traversed by streams that forever flow
Down from the regions Of virgin snow
Was the Chief Joseph Land.
Ages had passed. since moccasined feet
Made the first trail in this valley sublime.
Ages had passed; yet in all Of that time,
Never pa,eface had this retreat
Here, when the melted high the slide
Joseph had gathered, about him, his band;
Tod them that this forever their land,
Home while they lived, and when they died.
Brought them n summer to fish by the lake.
Deep in whose depths, spotted salmon and trout;
Or from the foot hills the mule deer to rou
And from the swamp land the wild duck take
Then when the fur had grown long on the bear,
Down the Imnaha they hastened their way;
Made all the journey in night and day;
Put up their lodges and wintered them there
Once when the trail up the canyon they took
Joseph had halted in horror aghast,
Pointed to footprint of Boston mans last;
Pointed, and gazed with incredulous look
Chiefs point your arrows more at the deer;
Set for the mallard longer your snare;
Kill not the coyote, the cougar the bear;
Save for the paleface your hammer and spear'
Out from the alders, a faint curl of smoke
Sends its signal that white men have come
Cabins have built and have founded a home
Pines are brought low at the bold woodmans stroke
Shows that for ages had melted and sought
Shortest and quickest, their path to the sea-
No longer gurglng their song Of the free
Course through the bitches which for them wrought
Rocks, that for centuries. untouch ed by the sun,
Kept in secusion their copper and gold
Now to the miner their riches unfold
Offering wealth to be sought for, and won
Marble and granite, tale, fespar and coal
Ready to yield up their service of worth
Lie half concealed meath the soil of the earth
Waiting for to assign them their goal
Up through the canyon with clater and smoke
Worming its way toward the snow Crested height
Flashing the clouds with its far-fing ing light
Churns the hugh engine with ponderous stroke
All through the valley the grain fie Ids are spread
Far, Ger the hills, Craze the cattle and sheen.
Tall orchard trees guard the Lapway's sleep
Mingling their roots with the bones of the dead
GENE w. HALL.