Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-08-08

was frightened at the sight of a long
green monster on the backs of two
heard the riders frantic shouts as he
and his horse disappeared around a
bend.
Once past the rocky runway clear
sailing brought US quickly to the mill.
In the dusk we had difficulty seeing
the dam at that point. and before we
were aware of the fact we found our
selves on a fair way to riding over
and plunging into the pool below. For
few moments it required all our
strength and knowledge of back
padding to avert catastrophe. That
was the most thrilling event of the
trip.
1t had not been our intention to camp
out for the night, but desiring to add
local color. we left the boat above
the dam and decided to walk on into
the Zoo to spend the night Before leav-
ing the mill, however. we hid our pad
dies and frying pan in some tall grass,
pulled the canoe out of the water and
turned it upside down. Having seen
to that. we went on with the intention
of finding out Just what a sleep in a
geological garden was like. We never
spent night like that one. OF course,
the fact that we had nothing but
mother earth for Mattress springs and
pillow made little difference. IL one
is sufficiently weary and reasonably
accustomed to il, cobblestones are az
comfortable as feathers. 1t was a won
derfui night with a sky full of stars
and a moon as large as fancy can
describe
admired it. too, for the cries of birds
and beasts from every corner of the
place made pandemonium. Sleep was.
indeed. light and nimble thing"
imagine II you can, trying to sleep
in an African jungle with all its deni-
Zens endeavoring to prevent your doing
so Dy making the night hideous with
their noises. Then transport Yourself
TO an Indian jungle under like condi-
tons. substituting tigers and such for
the lions of Africa. Then, using the
same imagination, come back to Amer
lea again and try the same prescrip-
tion FOR western plain when wolves
and coyotes hold high revel Now. IF
your imagination will stand the strain
stretch 1t little further by combininp.
all the above mentioned and suggested
sounds into one big sound, throw in
the barks of some seals from the
Pacific. the yaps of pair of Canadian
foxes. the boot Of owls from every
where, and. to make it universal
monkeys cries and a zebra's BRAY. and
YOU will then begin to have small
idea of what we heard and WHY we
sought the solace of our own sweet
homes where we slept until far into
the following day.
We continued our journey the follow
ing afternoon. When we returned for
our craft, our odd attire and the canoe
itself were cause for much speculation
on the part of the people who had come
out to the mill to play bridge in the
shade and stay for luncheon.
Almost every one has seen "old
Plerces MILL" at the waterfall above
the bridge at Klingle road One Isaac
Pierce built it in 1922. The Oldest inhab-
liant informed US that twenty-three
years ago it was in operation. He had
witnessed. he said, all the changes
from the ante -bellum days down to the
dinner given there by Secretary Lane
to President Wilson, and not long after
ward secret service men had prevented
him from "peekin' in at the party" as
he put it, when the McAdoos had their
first large dinner party after their hon.
eymoon.
Not far away we saw through the
trees. as we passed. Klingle House. an
old place covered with moss When the
property was purchased by the govern
ment both the house and the mill were
left standing. Six years ago the latter
was put to it's present use.
A short distance below this pictur-
esuue spot we entered that portion of
the valley set aside as the Zoo. At the