The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1917-03-01

the weather. Several days ago he was
in at the harness shop of W. G. Weber,
after his weekly allowance of old
strings and bits of leather. Mr.. Weber
in a spirit of levity asked him why he
had made such blunder in predicting
snowstorms.
George Strengthened his bent form,
and with fire darting from his good
eye, uttered the following:
"You soon dead" Then he turned
and left the shop and Mr.. Weber has
not been bothered by him since.
Pursuing his custom of yaers, George
went tottering on his way Saturday
morning, making his daily calls on
friendly whites. Yet despite the IL
inch snow blanket, the depth of which
was increasing at the rate of an inch
an hour, the old redskin marched along
more majestically than has been his
won't. George consistently refused to
make comments on the weather but,
the smile on his wizened face and the
CLEAN of his one good eye evidenced,
as plainly as if he had spoken, an
81 told you 80. F."
Simultaneous with winters srecur-
renee, condition welcomed by all
orchardists who say the snow will be
of inestimable benefit to the Valley
fruit growers, Indian George was the
most talked of individual in the Hood
River Valley Saturday. Recently the
old Indian meeting his tillicum of days
beginning with pioneer times, E. l..
Smith, asserted that he had withheld
deep SHOWS during the month of Janu-
airy at the requests of numerous whites
who had promised him good pay for
the service. "Now white man no
pay" said George, and in his wrath he
intimated that he would give a DEM
onstration of his powers.
Inspired by the snowfall of the past
week. W. H. Marshall, a rancher of
Dee, enclosing in his missive silver
quarter, wrote to Mr.. Smith as fol.
lows, the letter dated Februry %:
"My Dear Mr.. Smith: won't you
kindly call up Indian George and offer
him the enclosed to call it off.
SIN anticipation of the pay he ex.
pected from you people of the Lower
Valley he has given US fine winter,
but in his wrath at not getting the
money he has evidently started in to
show US. Please propitiate him to the
extent Of the enclosed"
The Precipitation" was not delivered
until Saturday morning. 1t probably
arrived too late. Passing-the-time of.
! the-day conversation in the Hood River
Valley Saturday was jocular and cen.
tered around George Chinadere. Call.
ing from Dee that morning, A. Ander.
son, of the Oregon Lumber Co. Office,
declared that the concern, if its repre-.
sentatives had realized the power OF
the ancient Siwash as snowmaker,
would willingly have paid the old mar
| 500 to have WITHHELD the latest blasts
of winter. Mr.. Marshall letter was
productive of other offerings te
George, and the old man returned Il
his hut Saturday night richer than fol-
many moons, jingling a pocketful Of
two-bit pieces.
| The need of vindication for Indiar
Georges weather prediction was the
inspiration of the following poem, con
tributed by William Davidson, West
Side orchardist:
Old Indian George, the ancient Lo,
He pulls the trigger and let's it snow
With mystic key he opes the sky.
The blanket of beautiful is one
squaw high.
Get out your shovels and make your
| trails,
Old Indian George-he never fails.
S. F. Blythe met George on tn,
street one day last week and contrib
uted a coin.
81 feel like all of us owners O.
houses in Hood River that were vacan
last summer but that are now filled,
says Mr.. Blythe, fought to divvy VI
with George. His predictions of !
hard winter last fall, / figure, fillet
| o,1r houses ,,