VOL. 3 No. 4.
POKTLAND, OREGON, DECEMBER, 1877.
AN OREGON WINTER,
Whilst bleak December winds are
sweeping over all the Eastern aim
Western States, we in the most north
western section of the Union, in the
same latitude as New York, but with
climate tempered by the Gulf
Stream, are still basking In the mellow
sunshine of n late Indian summer. At
this writing, December 22, the sun is
bright overhead, with the thermometer
ranging from 55 to 70 degrees. Roses
and many of the more tender varieties
of shrubs are in full bloom outdoors.
The grass is growing finely, wild straw
berries are blooming on the hill-sides,
whilst now and then blackberries and
raspberries are still being gathered
from belated bushes. Just think of it,
you dwellers of New York, Boston,
"Philadelphia, Chicago, and other large
cities, who are paying fancy prices for
a diminutive hot-house bouquet to dec
orate your Christmas or New Years1
dinner-table with, that here in dear
Oregon it is within reach of the poor
est to have their Christmas tree dec
orated with the very choicest of flow
ers, grown in Nature's most favored
floral park, "the Pacific Northwest."
Nor is this an unusual winter. During
the winter of 1876-7 the grass at no
time slopped growing, and at no time
were roseduishes without either buds or
full blown roses. To a new-comer our
winter rains may at first seem disagree
able, and yet they insure m never
failing and bountiful crops, whilst poor,
parched up California, is longing fo
these verv rains. Once acclimatised U
Oregon, and no sane person wmild
ever wish to live anywhere else.
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