The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1914-11-19

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After the guide had expained the
many different places, q spinster Of 80
blooming summers, and who had been
looking so intently into the depths Of
one of the bottomless pools, raised her
head and asked the guide, 'ls-this-
Observation-Disclosures" When an
swered in the affirmative she again
looked down into the boiling eauldron
and exclaimed in whisper, well. I'll
declare.
We next visited the DEVILS Kitchen,
another wonder of this field Of won
ders, which may be entered by means
of ladders which extend down to the
floor in the earth nearly 40 feet, and
from the numerous bats that inhabit
that region which is filled with hot dry
air, one would conclude that old Satan
had bat factory nearby. The bats
seemingly were blind and a person
with big nose was constantly in dan
ger of collision. However, the writer
fortunately escaped.
Notwithstanding the fact that we
had seen only the wonders at the Nam
moth Hot Springs, which covers an
area of nearly 200 acres, some of our
party expressed themselves as feeling
well repaid for their trip, though they
might not see anything more. We went
on our way, and ere long came to that
wild weird place called "Hoodoos"
which covers basin perhaps one mile
square.
In looking over this most mysterious
place, it seemed to me that in building
the universe there was great quantity
of culls and chips that would not fit in
anywhere, consequently this conglom-
Grafton of limestone was thrown in
that basin promiscuously, where it fell
in all fantastic shapes and positions.
They were all sizes and extended into
the air from 10 to so or more feet, and
scattered over this phenomenal field
we're trunks of trees standing that
we're scared with the frost of ages.
Really, the scene was a most strange
one; there was not sound to be heard
save the clatter of the horses hoofs
and the wheels of our coaches as they
rolled over the hard surfaced road, and
in passing through one felt the weird.
ness of the place, and as if he was in
great silent cemetery of unknown gods.
And yet to have not seen it one would
be missing one of the great phenomena
of that wonderland,
AS we proceeded further on our way
there seemed to be something of inter-
est at every turn of the road, until we
came up with a rush to the platform in
front of a great log building located in
the virgin forest. near the banks of
Willow creek, and the first night camp
of the Shaw & Powell Transportation
Co., located l2a miles from Gardiner.
This camp, like the others in the park,
is a city of tent houses, each one COM
fortably and substantially constructed
and finished with heating stoves, beds,
etc. On arrival we were soon assigned
to our separate tents, but had hardly
Strengthened the kinks in our hair,
(seeing so many wonders in that short
afternoon had not only befuddled our
minds but our hair as welD until din
ner was announced; a most delicious
meal of fried trout and anything good
that went with it.
Dinner was barely over when our at
tention was called to the bear that
were roaming about through the woods
and around the camp in search of
something to eat. 'Oh, Mama !"
There was "Joe" black yearling cub,
who had mounted the swill barrel and
the way he plunged into it, one would
think that he was a member of some
"stuck-up club" while his cousin,
Brown Billy, stood near by looking
longingly at the barrel, and then came
their uncles and aunts. In little
while old "Black Betsey," a stranger
to them all, with two real Teddy bears
month old came, and after survey
of the situation, there was some scrap
| ping for supremacy, and some of the
younger bear were only too glad to
save their hides by climbing nearby
| trees.
We watched their maneuvering until
the guide announced that he woUlo
pilot US too see the Sheepeater Cliffs,
which we're a mile distant, and many
of us followed him through the forest
and across pretty little glades, where
the wild deer we're feeding on the
tender grass that grew on the borders
of numerous little lakes, until we came
to the Cliffs, which in appearance re-
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that of the Giant Causeway in Ireland,
bat not nearly so symmetrical. But
the place was well worth seeing. The
Sheepeater Cliffs we're named after a
tribe of Indians who once inhabited
that section of the country.
IL is said that they were small and
inoffensive race of people whose chief
diet was mountain sheep which they
dispatched by means of snares and
bows and arrows.
| 1t is now p. m. and the tourists are
seated around the great camp fire.
The budget of stories and songs have
been exhausted for the time being, and
| the popcorn passed around and now one
of the savages, of the tribe of Abra-
ham, has been introduced, and notwith-
standing that in his talk he wandered
all the way from the Yellowstone Park
back to the golden days of old Jericho,
it was interesting. eSs
In the beginning of his talk he said
that Sin the Yellowstone Park there
were just two classes of people, Dudes
and Savages. "All tourists" he
said, "were termed Dudes, while the
drivers, guides, cooks, helpers, matrons
and all others were dubbed Savages,
and he, unfortunately, belonged to the
latter class" At late hour we all
retired and no doubt that our dreams
we're Of bears and savages, and thus
ended the first day of our trip, July 2.
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