The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1911-08-31

where the party found themselves
after several hours hard work hewing
way through the dense underground
of piece of land which had evidently
at some remote period been designed
to become an apple orchard. The
owner of this place was clothed in
some queer white garment of home
manufacture, and presented wild and
haggard appearance he spoke no in
telligible words, but from signs and
gestculatlons interpreter Schumann
was able to gather that he had once
gone by the name of Homer Rogers.
After giving the poor fellow some food
and stores, and promising to stop on
the return journey, the party contin-
ued on its way, and encountered no
| further difficulties until reaching q
notorious medieval castle known as
| Clip Clap Inn The dreaded stronghold
is maintained by fierce band of ma
rauding Amazons who have come over
land straight from the jungles and
wilderness of Portland, and fortunate
indeed is the lonely traveller who
escapes with even an empty purse.
Here, hunger already making itself
felt, the ladies of the party descended
in body from their horse and bought
$48 worth of ham and eggs.
The rest of the party pushed on
though continually forced to wait for
stragglers. At Cooper's Spur a halt
was called and consultation held and
two more of the party succumbed to
the terrific pace. j. Goldsbury, presi-
dent of the Upper Valley Digressive
Association, sank to the snow and
cried bravely. Better to die on
Cooper's Spur than live on the sum-
nit. Mayor Blodgett crawled to his
side and answered, Little friend of
all the Peepul-l too will stay with
you" Ii was simply said, but meant
much and with sorrowing hearts the
rest pushed on.
To recount the dangers, the CALLING
hardship, the fierce heat and glare, the
heroic fortitude displayed by every one
and all, were beyond the power of
your correspondent. Time after time
an exhausted climber would stick to
the ground only to hear the inexhor
able cry of the rear guard, Leave
her rise land again the heartbreak.
ing pull would begin. And other diff
culties were met with-though it is
perhaps indiscreet to questionIin any
way the conduct of any individual, yet
it is only fair to say that the progress
of the party as whole was much
hampered by the inopportune minerio-
logical curiosity of one member, who
would insist on stopping every eleven
and one half feet to gaze long and
earnestly at a piece of rock or snow
directly beneath. him. This occurred
with especial frequency near the top,
so that finally the leader of the party
was compelled to find a small frag-
ment of rock on the offenders nose,
and while he was thus preoccupied,
drag him gently along.
When the Summit was reached Mr..
f. McCrea was 'resusitated" and pre-
sented the message from the Mayor of
Blodgetville to Mayoress Mutt of Port
vile, whose party had meanwhile
ascended from the other side. The
message read, 81 greet you Mayoress ;
your boomers are buttes. Signed
Hon. g. w. Blodgett.
The return trip was relatively un-
eventful the two members of the
party left at Cooper's Spur were re-
covered and the women and children
were rescued after sharp skrmish at
the Amazonian Castle.
On reaching town again, Mayor
Blodgett at once called meeting of
/ the people, and after some informal
discussion, an organization to be
known as the "Never Again Club"
! was formed