The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1916-10-12

snail never 10rget tnat Tragedy.
The mother of the dead lad was lying
in a wagon at our side Of the stream
nursing a week old infant boy. A
search was made for the body of the
victim, but We could not find it, and
yet it was necessary for US to push on.
We learned later that a train follow
ing ours about three days saw the re-
mains of the poor boy lodged on rocks
at Salmon falls.
eat Salmon falls we found another
party that had preceded US. They
we're very much excited over the mur-
der of one of their men by the Indians.
as they thought. They asked US to
assist in a search for the guilty per-
son. In the pursuit it was soon found
the tracks of but single man were in
the wet sand. The shoes had nails in
the soles of them. and it was decided
that the murderer must have been a
white man. A man, who had formerly
been member of the train we thad
overtaken but had left early on the
morning following the tragedy, was
shortly :overtaken. Found guilty. the
man was sentenced to be shot. A cap
was placed over his head. and men,
some armed with loaded rifles and
others with guns containing blanks,
we're ordered to execute him. When
the prisoner was ordered 10 stand up
he did SO, but began to run. Then
turning, he cried, Il will not die run
ning.' He fell as he uttered the cry.
The bodies Of the murderer and his
victim were placed in the same grave.
| might add that the murderer was
given fair trial by jury.
1--WE reached The Dalles during the
last days of October. We had run out
of -four three days before our arrival.
my father having used up much of our
supply In feeding our oxen on huge
slices of bread with chunks of salt
pork In between. The food was given
as remedy for some kind of poisoning
that had attacked the animals while
they were crossing the plains. Before
we arrived at The DalIes my mother
walked three miles ahead Of the train
to secure some Of the precious food
material. Before returning she had
baked some buttermilk bread, and it
was we'll. for my youngest brother.
tormented by the pangs of hunger, was
crying for food when she arrived again
in camp.
"The SHOWS had already closed the
trail to the Willamette valley TO the
south of Mount Hood. We left all of
our stock at The Dalles to be wintered.
Because Of the severe weather every
last one of them perished.
IA portage railroad, the cars drawn
by mules, was in operation at the cas-
cades. The road. | think. was built
and operated by Putnam and Daniel
Bradford, who with Capt. Ainsworth
and others built and operated the first
steamboats, on the Upper Columbia. ~
The Moore family crossed to Oregon
City, where they remained for short
time, the father later filing on a dona.
tion land claim seven miles from Sa.
lem. The wedding of MIR. and Mrs.
Mcclure occurred in 1858.
"Rev. Boone, pioneer Methodist
minister, whose home was on Boone
Island at Salem, officiated, says Mrs.
Mcclure. "The Oregon legislature was
in session in a little house next door,
and at Rev. Boone's request, all OF
the legislators were invited in TO wit.
ness the ceremony.
81 have a book telling of the pioneer
history of the Methodist church and
giving biographical sketches Of many
of the pioneer ministers. When grow
lonesome ! take the book and read il
over. Nearly all of the men at one
time or another preached at the little
| log cabin home of my father
MIR. and Mrs. MCGUIRE resided first
at Oregon City, where MIR. Mcclure, @
miller by profession, could follow his
trade. Because of his poor health they
took up a donation claim three miles
east of Amity. For rs years they lived
there. developing their fertile tract.
Then renting the farm to their Oldest
son, they went to McMinnville to take
up the hotel business.
| Mrs. Mcclure is known far and wide
for her hospitality as a hostess and fol
her famous cooking. The hotel at Nc,
Minnville became the center of social
life there, and many were the balls, the
banquets and the dinners that were
given. Mrs. Mcclure, while she spends
the summers at her home here, goes
each winter either to California or ths
willamette valley. During every sea
son spent at the latter point she is fire.
|quently encountering some old tims
friend of the days when she keptfth'
hotel. Last winter with her daughter
| Mrs. Laura Baldwin, who lives will
her mother, Mrs. MCGUIRE was spend
ing the winter in Salem. They spen
one day at the home of Hon. william
Galloway.
"The taste of those delicious will
blackberry pies and other Igood thing
you used to cook, Mrs. Mcclure. viii
never cease from my memory" lde
clared Mr.. Galloway during the day o
the visit.
On a lot adjoining the home place o
his mother here II. c. Mcclure severa
years ago built home. He has sine
moved to Portland.
"While the family of W. B. Nc
CURE, another of my sons, still live
here" says Mrs. Mcclure, II miss m,
other boy and his son, Leslie. who's
antics and songs on the lot next doc
always held an interest for me. HI
used to come and sing for me. H,
was known while here, you know, a
the nightingale of Hood River"
To Mr.. and Mrs. MCGUIRE we're borl
IL children, all of whom survive wit
the exception of Mrs. Frances Ward
who passed away in 1902 in California
The other children are: Walter B
Mcclure and Mrs. Laura Baldwin. o
Hood River; Huner c. Mcclure, Ches
aw, Wash. Henry C. Mcclure, o
Portland; George H. Mcclure, of Col
fax. W lash. ; Chas. e. Mcclure. of Spo
kane, Wash. Arthur B. Mcclure, o
. Thornton, Wash. Grant U. Mcclure
} of Westburn; Mrs. lClara D.Wolchlegel
} of Laurel, and Mrs. Anna B. Lewis
J of Zion City, Ill.
IL do not believe that woman SUI
wives in the Northwest" says Mrs
Mcclure, "who has done more wor
than | have done. | believe. when W