The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-12-09

prettlest of which, Multnomah Fail, has
sheer drop of nearly eight hundred
feet. Following closely the bank of the
river we could see splendid new road
IN course OF construction, the Columbia
Highway, over which we hope to motor
on our next trip to the West. We pas
sed through the Cascade Locks and up
the river as far as Stevenson, where we
disembarked to make the return trip bv
train. In the height of the tourist sea-
son excursion steamers are run all the
way up the river to The Dales and re-
turn, but we were too early to be able
to take that trip. Stevenson is town
apparently without any excuse for ex-
lstence save for its twenty odd saloons
and perhaps a dozen inhabitants. The
sun kindly made his appearance as we
went down the river valley, and we Sue
ceeded in getting few pictures. Later
that evening, as we were returning
from a cafe and cabaret we found our
first evidence that we were in the rosa
country, buying al a corner flower store
beautiful bunch of little pink roses for
quarter.
The sightseeing auto trip that we
TOOK as usual next day introduced US to
the most uncomfortable machine it was
our fortune to find throughout our trip,
1t carried about thirty passengers. and
rode as though built without springs.
However, the ride was enjoyable enough
to make US forget the machine, and we
saw miles of beautiful residential streets.
destined in few days to be still more
beautiful with the rose bushes along the
curbstones in full bloom, giving Port
land its name of the Rose CITY. We
were too early for the Rose Carnival.
held there each year early in June, but
the roses were already beginning to
open, giving US a faint idea of what
their glory would be soon.
Up to the Heights above the city our
auto went, taking the corkscrew turns
on the hill at a speed which made us
hold our breath, until we came out in the
park far above, where a splendid piano.
rama lay spread out before US. Mt.
Hood, Mt. Adams and Mt. St. Heens
rose in the distance like giant ice cream
cones, and near at hand two beautiful
bronze Indian statues aroused our ad-
mlration. One, ''The Coming of the
White Man," particularly appealed to
us-the old warrior chief Multnomah
was represented standing in calm dig
nifty, his arms folded, gazing off impas-
sively to the East, while his Indian rum
ner painting from his journey was point
ing toward where the white pioneers
were making their way over the noun.
tains.
The flowers and shrubbery in the park
were beautiful, as in the other cities we
had visited. We went through the
largest log cabin in the world, built out
of Oregon timber for the forestry ex-
hibit at the Lewis and Clark Exposition
at Seattle, and afterward brought back
to Portland and preserved as memorial.
After our sightseeing trip we went
to lunch with some Western cousins
whom we had never seen. 1t took only
few minutes to get acquainted, how
ever, and we were soon delivering the
many messages with which we had been
charged by Eastern friends. Home
cooking had SO delicious a taste after
long experience of hotel fare that fear
we gave our Western cousins scandal
GUS idea of Eastern appetites. The af-
ternoon passed so pleasantly with music
that we nearly forgot we were leaving
Portland on the g. Is train, and when we
did realize it there were hasty goodbyes,
and scramble to catch the trolley to
take US back to the Benson. Here our
trunk was soon packed and sent to the
station, and we had time for little chat
with Mr.. and Mrs. Reist and Mr.. and
Mrs. Abrens. who came in to call and
to say goodbye until San Francisco.
The trip over the Siskiyou Mountains
next day on the Shasta Line took US
through more spiral tunnels and over
heavy grades that would have seemed
wonderful had it not been for our pre-