198 THE WEST SHORE. July, Clarence B. Bauley, Esq., editor and publisher of the Olympia Courier honored the city of Portland with his presence a few days ago. Mr. Bagley is an intelligent and sociable gentleman a good writer, and publishes one of the best papers in the territory. "How'b your father?" came thu whisper, Bashful Ned the silence breaking ; 'O, he's nicely," Annie murmured, Smilingly the question taking. Conversation flagged a moment ; Hopeless Ned essayed another ; "Annie, I I" then a oouffhinp: And the question "How's your mother?" "Mother ! 0, she's doing finely !" Fleeting fast was all forbearance, When in low, despairing accents Came the climax, "How's your parents?" THE SAND HILLS OF THE OREGON DESERT. A JUI'KNKY Of TWO DAYS, BV CAPT, 0. :. aj'Ite'pA J k. One morning, bright early, we left Silver Lake, in Lake county, for the Sand 1 lilts, on the sage plains, about thirty miles distant, in an easterly direction. We were on a general cam paign oil the Oregon Sahara, and were provided with a complete outfit of camp equipage) borne on mules and hardy Cay uses, while we, buskined and spurred like knights of the olden time, bestrode some of the toughest steeds in Lake-land, and as we were all mountain men five in number and considered good, we anticipated a pleasant and suc cessful tour through this very interest ing region. Our Hue of march was for some distance on the Ochoco road, across a sage plain bounded on the north and south by low ranges of juni per hills, presenting too much sameness in its outlines and vegetation to he of much interest. To the left of otir course was a pecu liar looking conical mountain, rising to an altitude of perhaps ,xx) feet above the surrounding plain, surmounted by a basaltic block perhaps 200 feet high and a half mtle in circuit. This promi nent land-mark, called by the settlers on Silver Lake, Table Mountain, could be seen by us afterwards from mountain summits fifty or sixty miles to the east ward. The sage plain which we were cross ing, is a favorite wintering place for the thousands of cattle now in that sec tion, the sage brush, which grows sev eral feet high, providing them with protection against the chilling winds which sweep over these plains in win ter, and the scattering bunch-grass and more abundant sweet sage, a little deep green shrub about a foot high, furnish ing ample food for them when the snow is not loo deep. This does not often occur, for there is comparatively little snow-fall in the land of sage and sand, and there is no danger to stuck except I in the most severe winters. After following the t chnco road! some fourteen or fifteen miles, we came to the base of the Juniper hills, at the northern boundary of the plain, where we took the road leading southeast to Mr. Button's ranch, some three or four miles distant, on an alkali lake. At the lake we found Mr. Mutton, an experi enced mountaineer and hunter, residing in his little cabin with a single tmguero as bis companion, and gradually grow ing into a fortune by raising line horses. Here we spent the night, encamped amid the white alkaline cUcrvcseence near the lake shore, lulled to rest by the rippling of waves among the sway ing tide-.. I ere w ere a thousand water fowls, principally of the duck family. There were the little top. knotted fel lows so qualMlke in their appearance, the line old mallard floating around fearlessly within a few yards of us, and some other varieties which neither of Ul remembered seeing before in all our Wandering!, Among the .edges and tall grasses, near the lake shore, w ere numerous nests, from which our hunt. gathered a bountiful supply of eggs foi our breakfast. The next morning we went on our waytacroH the sage plains eastward, tow ards the Sand WOt, HOW Only ten or twelve miles distant, Mr. Hutton ac company in- ui a. guide- ln lhat icinii v w the much spoken of "Tomb of the diants," oi "IWyard," where the petrified remains of pre historic Bnb Will are found in large number, and with the help of Mr. Hutton we hoped lo fad this interesting place. On Hear ing the sand hills We were surprised to see what appeared to be smooth-mown meadows, covered all over with new hay, raked and ready for hauling. On nearer approach we found, that all over the smooth hills of greenish-white sand, were little conical mounds, densely covered with green-foliaged shrubs three or four feet high. Perhaps at one time there was but a single shrub where now each little hillock stands, penetrating the sands to a great depth with its long fibrous roots. The sands, always drifting, gradually blew away from the tenacious shrub which resisted, with its long arms deep into the sand, until it was left alone with its sand heap. This it gradually made green and beau tiful by sending out leafy branches from the roots all over the surface of the mound. Some of these mounds were only four or five feet high, while others were not less than fifteen or twenty, and they were all so densely overgrown with the foliage that they presented a remarkable contrast to the smooth, Bandy lield around them. Those who ; traverse these plains a tew centuries hence, will perhaps find that the smooth sand-fields are no more, but instead, ! rolling hills covered with bunch-grass, and the various shrubs, which grow so thriftily on the so-called Oregon Desert. Going still farther on, we found a considerable area covered with rank looking grass, which was arranged in rows, as if drilled by hand. This was curious, and led us to investigate another device of nature to hold fast the drift ing sands and gradually cover them with vegetation. We found that each row of grass gfew on a long root, a little less than a hay cord, running in a direct course near the surface of the ground, and sometimes of great length. On these long roots the blades of grass grew, only a few inches apart, forming well defined rows. Crossing over a ridge, w e came down into a little valley perhaps a mile in length, and not more than a fourth wide, ln this were two small alkali lakes or ponds, two or three hundred yards apart, tilled with little brown water-fowls with curious tufts on their heads, and stilted, long-billed snipes. These birds were apparently unac quainted w ith our species, for we rode up within a few feet of them, and they only seemed annoyed w hen we came too close lo the nests which were numerous amid the grasses on the beach. A large area near the lakes was frosted with little shells, and we found some petrified bones only broken frag mentsalong our route, as we crossed the little valley to the sand hills beyond. Passing over this last range of low sand hills, we came into a valley where the low ridges and mounds were densely covered with grass and shrubs. Beyond this valley was a long, volcanic ridge, covered with sage and scattering juni pers and with a single grove of pines on the west side the only pine trees, I believe, in this part of the Oregon Desert. In the valley we found a sprinj; of tolerably good water, bub bling up out of the sand and forming a pretty little meadow. Here we en camped, and sat around our sage-brush fne until long into the night, talking over the adventures of the old pioneers who sometimes, awav back "in the days that tried men's souls," missed their w ay and wandered for days and even weeks, foot-sore and half famished, through these cheerless wastes, until the old Cascades were reached at last, and they threaded their way through migiuy torests to the land of promise beyond. Our own adv entures with wild beasts and wilder men, on the frontiers, came in for their share of the conversation, and in this part of the programme, we found our friend of a day, Mr. Button, one whose thrilling life experiences had made him a pecu liarly interesting story-teller. The next morning we rode back to the two little lakes and spent several hours among the remains of the ancient animals, wdiich were much more nu merous than we were led to think by our casual investigations of the day be fore. Among the sage brush, half covered by the sand, We found what were apparently the bones of horses, petrified, and seemingly nearly twice as long as the corresponding bones ot the horses we rode. There were other bones more massive, probably of the mastodon and other giant mammals of the olden time. On the north shore of one of the ponds was a black mass of volcanic scoria, forming quite an ex tended field, sloping down from the sand-hills to the shore of the pond. Distributed all over this were b'okfin pieces of petrified bone, which at some former time, when the lake was many miles in extent, perhaps, were proTmbly carried up here by the waves. I also found in this lava bed a finely formed stone pestle and several shallow mor tars, indicating that the Arabs ot the Oregon Desert used to do their milling here, perhaps before the advent of the grasping pale-face. But it was reserved for me to accom plish the great achievement of the day. Crossing over a low range of sand-hills to the southward, my horse sinking down into the loose sand half way to the breast at every step, I found par tially imbedded In the sand a shoulder blade thirty-five inches in length, weigh ing, although the thinner portions were broken off, not less than forty or fifty pounds. Going hack to the top of the nearest mound, I waved my hat and called to my comrades, who assembled, wonder-stricken, around this remnant of an old-time giant. Here Mr. Hutton, placing the bone carefully on the saddle before him, bade us good-bye and left us for his lovely ranch, while we rode on back to the little spring among the sand-hills, the next morning to continue our way eastward, through a trackless region, towards the Wagon-tire Moun tains. Ashland, July 13, 1877. THE EDEN OF OREGON. During a visit to Southern Oi on the 15th of July, we observed in the gardens of Messrs. O. Coolldge.at Ash land, and Peter Brltt, at Jacksonville, some magnificent fig-trees. They were in full bearinsr. and the frail w lust turning ripe, whilst the second crop was commencing to form, A very excel lent article of grapes also grows in this county, and at Mr. Hritt's place we tasted a one-year old claret of his own growth and manufacture; and we very much doubt If it can be surpassed In the much boasted of California vine yards. Cold is found In Jackson county, and thousands of dollars have been taken out, as is proved by the washed out hill-tides as seen from the road lead ing from Roscburg to Jacksonville, w hilst millions still lie buried awaiting the advent of capital. All the grains and fruits known to the tropics grow here to perfection. Extend the Ore von & California railroad to Jackson county, j and she is capable of supporting the entire present population of Oregon. Gray's Music Store is the most com plete on the Pacific Coast. The latest ' publications, u well as all kinds of Musical Merchandise, can always be ' found in their salesrooms in Odd Tel low's Temple. I lere is also the agency for the world renowned Burdett Organ, .1- well as the ever favorite Stcinway j Piano. A visit to Portland is not com plcte w ithout having called at Gray's. ' The West Shohe, Portland, Ore gon, is one of the very best literary pa pers in America. Its columns abound with rich reading, the cream of family literature. Central City (Neb.) Coitr. Messhs. Jacobs Bros. & Co., of this city, arc manufacturing extensively Clothing of a very superior, article, of Oregon City Mills cloths. Our read ers should always ask their merchants for clothing made from Oregon City cloth, for not only will they then re ceive a most excellent article, but also help to build tip our State by patron izing this home industry, which gives employment to many skilled laborers. A Skillful Mechanic Some time ago we made mention of a mag nificent monument in course of erection , by Wm. Staiger, the Salem Stone Cut ter, over the grave of ex-Mayor Mon roe, at Odd Fellow s' Rural Cemetgry, near Salem. By our Salem exchanges we sec that the monument is new com pleted, and all of the papers there are loud in their praises over the taste and skill displayed by Mr. Staiger in this work of art. The Willamette Farmer, in speaking of it, says: "It is one of the latest and most striking monuments, a really beautiful memorial of affection and remembrance, which would well grace Laurel Hill or Greenwood." Any of our readers desiring to erect a memo rial to some departed friend, would do well to call on Mr. Staiger, as his taste and skill are unsurpassed in this State. Geo. V. Traver, the enterprising agent for the Home Sewing Machine, has now arriving and on the way, a large shipment of these favorite ma chines. Our readers will do well to consult our advertisnig columns, and note the Immense reductions made by Mr. Traver. No excuse now for go ing without a sewing machine. HlRSTEL & Co., of No. 77 Front street, receive by every steamer large shipments of the very latest publica tions, as well as all the novelties in the Stationery line. A person might call there almost daily, and always find something new. Their arrangements with Eastern publishers and manufac turers are complete, and merchant! from the interior will find it to their ad vantage to give them a call or send them an order. Tin: old established house of Meier & Frank, occupying the extensive ware house cor. of Front and Yamhill, do a very large business. Their stores are always crowded, as their patrons find1 it advantageous to deal with them. They are reliable and worthy of pat ronage, and their stock of General Mer chandise is very large. At the Pacific Hoot and Shoe Store of Champlin & Hollabiugh, No. 77 First street, can always be found a com plete assortment of fine and heavy Hoots and Shoes for ladies', mens' aw' childrens' wear, at prices to suit afi classes. They h ave none but the vt'r) best goods In stock, and purchasers will find it to their interest to fcive them a call.