The illustrated west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1891-1891, April 25, 1891, Page 279, Image 17

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    THE ILLUSTRATED WEST SHORE.
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The Northern Pacific has awarded a contract for forty mogul and eight
consolidation locomotives. They are similar to engines of the same classes
which have been previously built for the road. The eight consolidations are
of the "octopod" class. They have 22x:8 inch cylinders, and weigh, in
working order, about 1 50,000 pounds. The first engines of this class, for the
Northern Pacific, were built in 1888, and since that time the company has
had built twenty-four engines of that type, or thirty-two with the eight now
ordered. The orders for them have been continued almost every year since
the company began using them.
At Seattle Judge Hanford recently rendered a decision in which he held
that honest and proper land entries cannot be annulled by officers of the
general land office, and that the powers of the commissioner of the general
land office are limited and do not extend beyond the jurisdiction of the courts.
The opinion will tend to prevent claim jumpers from wresting from honest
settlers the fruits of their toil by flimsy pretexts.
Placer mines in eastern Oregon have produced $10,000,000, and if prop
erly worked could be made to more than duplicate that amount. Baker Chy,
to which most of these mines are tributary, is working hard to obtain the trade
of the Seven Devils district in Idaho. There will be a big rush to that sec
tion this season.
Under (his heading are published as many as possible of the poems entered for the
monthly poetical contest. See announcement in advertising columns (or particulars.
No. 4-
'NEATH THE ALDERS.
0. tempt me no more
From this dark river shore,
Nor tell me of home, and of ease;
No home can be found
In this wide world around,
No rest, but beneath these old trees.
Only help me forget
That we ever have met,
Let your (ace from my mind, fade away ;
Let me ponder alone
Of the one who is gone.
And remember no more, this sad day.
For my heart Is at rest
With thai still, manly breast,
And my hopes are gone, as the leaves,
Which, fluttering around,
Soon (all to the ground
On his grave 'nealh the old akler trees.
Twas here that his love,
Like the alders almr,
First, sheltered, then cast o'er a gloom;
For the same sweet shade
That the toll trees made
Now rests like a pall o'er his tomb.
1 entreat, think no more
Of the mnkl by the shore,
And seek one more fair 10 be thine;
For my heart till the last
Will cling to the pas,
And my thoughts round this grave will entwine.
0, fate (jroke my heart
And tore us part.
Ere 1 came as his own cherished wife;
0, then ask me not
To desert this dear spot,
Nor to leave all that's dear to my life.
But here let me lie,
As time pastes by,
When time, and all else for me cease;
Here, close by his skle,
rt them bun- his bride.
'Nealh the shade of the old akler trees.
Utlca, New York.
CLANCY'S.
'Twas noted through the country
"? As among the very best
That eerie place of Clancy's
I'p there In its mountain nest.
When stormy was the weather,
When tempest demons rode
O'er butting peaks In fiendish glee
With lightning flash for goad.
Then Clancy s nest was dony
And filled with gracious pride,
It opened up its amis to all
Who sought its chimney side.
A whole-souled host and chipper
Was that clever little man,
Who knew enough to brew potheen
With spices in a pan.
Ah I Clancy's twins were brighter
Than the fairest stars at night.
Their tresses shone like golden sheen
Upon their shoulders white;
Their eyes were blue as heaven's own,
Their smiles would win a guest
And make him swear allegiance to
The witches of the nest,
Their lips were like the heart's that bunt
Upon the rosr'i vine;
Mrlhinks I slill can feel them yet
Their hands in both of mine.
Poor Clancy died doin fever
And the twins, they went away;
The mountains turned to shadows
And the sky to silver gray,
The path, no longer beaten,
Lending up against the west,
Grew rank with weeds and grasses
To the door sill of the nest.
The roof that leaned so gently
Up along the mountain's pride.
Was rent to let the rain beat down
The dear old chimney side.
The twins have gone forever.
And old Shasta semis to moan
With sorrow, when the demons ride
Above the cabin lone,
They say that Clancy's shadow
Soil awaits to greet the guest
Who would commune with spirits
In his shattered eerie nest.
A whole souM host and chiipcr
Was that clever little nun,.
Who knew enough to brew piiern
With spices In pun. j
H. 8. K11.1 ..
Aiin Rowimix
A PLEASING SENSE
Of health and strength renewed and of ease and comfort follows the use of
Syrup of Figs, as it acts in harmony with nature to effectually cleanse the sys
tem when costive or bilious. For sale in to-cent and i 1.00 bottles by all
leading druggists.
Bolsfort, Washington.