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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (March 1, 1882)
The West Shobe. mT$n R (It Samuel, rubltaher. -UU. O. IWMhlnfUroBt, Portland, Oregon, March, 1882. Intend t the PotUiffloo. , tt Annan, 1 Hlnglt cent SPECIMEN NUMRER. ,.....WS-ae receiving this copy of The Vrr-rSHoRE will please consider it an L-. Nation to become a regular sub- scril.;r. r w C t' 1 r: t" l i; i c 1; v. r ' IT b r OREGON'S BARNEGAT. I gat beach on the coast of New ' j a famous spot among the sports : ( f Philadelphia and Baltimore, " ' .nt good shooting and fishing ' the Summer season, with none aciety exactions of Cape May ! T -g Branch. At Barnegat the ud gentleman go to "rough it," " s ladies in big straw hats and the i blue flannel shirts, come home e campaign among the sheep blue fish, Cape May goodies, , Tail, Plover and Bobwhites, i like Indians, and vastly more ed physically and better satisfied ry way, than the youths who la white flannel by day, and swal Jled coats by night, and the girls 5 principal exercise is unprofitable J or dancing the "German" until nidnight at the different Hotel ". Oregon has a Barnegat, with ains and trout streams "thrown ." W e do not refer to Clatsop Beach, Unity, both being places of so tension,and where the most excit- iusemint is to make sand castles, washed away," as Tennyson says, sit in the glare of the sunlight and f the comforts of Portland . The ;at of Oregon that we refer to it sand spit between the blue Pa id Tillamook bay. There are ' places in Tillamook county campers go for the summer ally from Yamhill and Washing jnties such as Hoquaston and ldi, but the pleasure seeker who to be in the very centre of every vorth seeing or doing must camp i the H alloc k sand spit. Here ) some'hing new to do every day week for a month, and the J atmosphere inclines a man to t even more than is laid out in ogramme. Perhaps I can best f to the reader the pleasures of a r at Tillamook by giving briefly a experience. At Astoria I got on board the schoon er Alpha, which carried me to Garibal di, on the north end of Tillamook bay, boarding me besides for $5. The trip was a very delightful one, and after spending a night in Baker's bay, which we profitably employed in catch ing inanimate torn-cods, which, strange to say, bit as well in the dark as the day, we crossed over the bar into the al most motionless Pacific. We ran down close to land, and almost within hail ing distance of the people at the Sea View House, and within easy stone's throw of the new light house on Tilla mook rock. The water was fairly alive with a kind of black water-fowl, that were so gluttonous that we could sail almost over them before they could paddle away. At first I thought these birds tame, but soon found they were unable to fly on account of their being so completely stuffed with little fish that their wings were insufficient to lift them. Occasionally one would strain itself terribly and vomit a yard of min nows, and then fly off with a satisfied quack, while the less fortunate dived, fluttered, and made nil sorts of wild ef forts to get beyond our reach. On ar riving at the entrance to Tillamook Bay, we found that even that little har bor was cursed with a bar, and the breakers were dashing over the sand with an ominous roar. Our captain waited his opportunity, and heading the schooner straight for port, she was struck in the stern by an immence wave and carried through the raging and lashing waters, safely over the bar into the placid anchorage at Garibaldi. There is a cave in Ireland that can only be entered by means of rowbonts and the help of a propitious wave, and I recollect being struck by the accuracy with which the boatman made the land ing on the gravel at the end of the cav ern ; but it remained for an Oregonian to use a big schooner in that way. In good weather the run from the Colum bia bar to the entrance of Tillamook bay, can be made by a coaster in about twelve hours. Arriving at Garibaldi, I was taken to the home of a fisherman, who had three spare rooms in the sec ond story, sana carpet, tans wall paper,' sans, washstand and sans doors. The table of this hostel rie wat "not much far style," perhaps, but for quantity it was prodigious. Although it is nearly two years since I sat at that "festive banquet board," the mountains of hot biscuits, the layers of fried eggs six strata deep, and the inexhaustible sup ply of smoking clams and the generous washstand pitchers full of fresh milk loom up before me to this day, like the memory of a last night's pleasant dream. My first day at Garibaldi was spent in watching an Indian sneak ud on crabs in his noiseless canoe, harpooning them ' through the back m a most dextrous manner, and in noting the excitement produced among the handful of people at Garibaldi, by the arrival of immense schools of little fish the tame that the birds had been feeding upon out in the ocean the day before. There were tons and tons of the little fellows swimming and splashing in every direction. A stone thrown among them was rewarded by a flash in the sunlight, for a radius of twenty feet, that sounded not unlike the rush of winds, and ' resembled an irruption of silver from the bowels of the bay. All sorts of methods were devised for catching these little stran gers, but everything failed except the use of a salmon trout net, belonging to Mr. Hallock that some half-breeds used. The meshet were to large that milliont of the fish escaped, but others got tangled, and choked ud their means of w r t escape, and thus several bushels were captured. Down to the beach matched the denizens of Garibaldi, and toon every home In the town wit supplied with a new kind of diet. No one then knew what kind of fish they were, but we all voted them delicious they be ing almost as full of oil as the Alaskan candle fish, and at delicate at smelt. At Garibaldi the Miami river empties Into the bay. and it it in this stream that our old townsman, A. B. Hallock, caught those fat salmon trout that he has to often tent talted in barrels to Portland. It may be contrary to uWaU ton" to fish for talmon trout with a seine, and doubtless there are men who would call it "murder In the first de greemen who fish for pleasure