"THE-RE IS BUT
GRATER LAKE is beginning to be
talked about In other states than
Oregon, and well it may, for It
stands alone In its class in all this -world.
It has do peer, no rival, to divide its
charms, but stands alone, the one, the
only Crater Lake. Many yoara ago, -when
standing on its -walls -with the late Pro
fessor Le Conte, I asked him how it com
pared -with the Yellowstone or Yosemlte.
"With deep emotion he replied: "Yellow
stone has its glories, and so have the
Yosemlte and Crater Lake, but their
grandeur is not in common. You cannot
compare unlike things. There is but one
Crater Lake!" The overpowering im
presslvenes3 of its grandeur cannot be
described, and no idea of its masterful in
fluence over the human mind can be con
veyed by words. It must be seen to be
appreciated.
It is located on the summit of the
Cascade Rngo of mountains, in South
ern Oregon, within Mount Mazama, a
brother to Rainier and Shasta, onco a
giant among mountains, towering 15.00Q
feet above sea level. In the course of
time volcanic forces shook it to its found
ation, and, contrary to the rule, the up
per portion sank within itself, and 17 cu
bic miles of matter disappeared. Where?
No one knows. It is not unusual in the
world's history for mountains to tele
scope, but, when they do, a vent is found.
In the case of Mount Mazama this vast
accumulation of matter has disappeared,
and the most diligent search has failed to
discover a vent. In this respect it differs
from all other volcanoes of the earth.
"Wreck-of Mount Motama.
That portion of the mountain above tim
ber line, or S000 feet, elevation, entirely
disappeared, carrying with it 4000 feet
inside the mountain, leaving a great
cauldron or a mere shell of a great
mountain. This was the wreck of Mount
Mazama, In the course of time water
flowed Into this cauldron from an un
known source and filled it. half full, so'
now we have Crater Lake, 2000 feet deep,
with almost perpendicular walls on all
sides from 1000 to 2000 feet high. The
surface of this water is 0239 feet above
sea level. In the southwesterly side of
the lake is a circular island, or cbider
cone, S45 feet high, and known as Wizard
Island. In its top is an extinct crater 500
feet in diameter and 100 feet deep. On the
southeasterly side Is a jagged rock 200
or 300 feet high, known as Phantom Ship.
These are the only islands in the lake.
The water Is marvelously clear, but, look
ing upon it from the cliffs, cr from a
boat it is blue beyond description. When
its surface Is unruffled by wind, it reflects
the surrounding walls' and the heavens
as a plate-glass mirror. Once I left camp
In the night and pulled out upon its placid
surface, then sat quietlly In my boat and
gazed at the heavens above and the heav
ens below. A full moon glowed above
me, and a full moon below. Every star
HOMES
OP Alfred. Lord Tennyson, as ot
Wordsworth it might be truly said.
".aLir seedtime had his soul.",For
simple liveliness and rural peace there
are few villages on the skirts of the
Lincolnshire wolds that can be compared
to the little hamlet of Somersby, whero
on the 6th of August, 1S09, Dr. Tennyson's
fourth son, the Poet Laureate, was born.
August 5 is the date generally given, but
I had It from the laureate himself, that he
was not born till after midnight. "
It is not a very easy place to get at,
this Somersby home, but one can reach
it either from Horncastle after a drive
of six miles to the southeastward, or from
the little town of Spllsby. .going by Hun
dleby and Sausethorpe and Harrington,
after a drive of four miles through roll
ing gras country where soft wooded hills
rise from the broad sheep-covered valleys
and where the stream which comes down
from Somersby flows down Halton and
Boston deeps at Walnfleet. As one nears
Somersby the wolds seem to light up on
the right hand, and the sheep walk up
the windy wold and the quarries trenched
along the hill and haunted by the wrang
ling daw are In evidence. Far off villages
with their whirling windmills are seen,
and one remembers how at the "little red
roofed town of Spllsby one has left be
hind, there grew up the Arctic navigator
Sir John Franklin, whose nleco after
wards became the laureate's wife. His is
not the only memory of men who have
helped England that haunted tne scene,
for there on the hillside to the east lies
Langton. and Stephen Langton's descend
ants are said to have given their name
to the home where still the family name is
found.
Harrington Hall.
As one moves along the road with Its
wide borders of turf and- its many ash
trees towards Somersby, one is struck by
the beauty of the thatched cottages and
their garden plots. Suddenly the road
bends to the right, and one sees a pic
turesque Elizabethan hall with its -fine
terraced garden backed by a clamorous
rookery. This is Harrington Hall. In a
little church a crusader lies cross-legged
and there is an old-world feeling about the
place which must have touched the young
poet's heart long years before he heard
the birds in the high hall garden calling
Maud. Maud. Maud. Maud,
When twilight was falling.
Again the road takes a turn to the left,
and we pass through the swampy copses
filled with tussack grass with their
strange clumped growths, and so win en
trance to the long strait that leads us' to
Bag-Enderby. No on.e who has passed
along that road will forget the beauty of
above was equally bright below. A vast
ball of the universe was around and about
me, with the earth left out, and I sus
pended in the center, could not but feel
my hair rise, so I "shook the boat to spoil
the picture and feel myself really safe.
Creation, vof a Parle
This wonderful lake was first visited by
white men June 12, 153, and in the early
days of Oregon was known us Lake Mys
tery, Deep Blue Lake, Lake Majesty,
Hole in the Ground, and finally as Crater
Lake. On August 16, 1S83, the work of
agitation for a National park was be
gun, and on May 22, liX)2, President
Roosevelt signed Congressman Tongue's
bill, and Crater Lake National Park be
came a permanent fixture in tho laws of
the country. Immediately thereafter Mr.
Tongue secured an appropriation of J2000,
and W. F. Arent, of Klamath County, was
appointed superintendent. He is deeply
interested in tho lake and the region sur
rounding it, and. I believe, is the right
man in the right place. I do not know
on what plan the park will be managed,
but, In my opinion, before Improvements
are commenced a broad and comprehen
sive plan should be devised, not only for
present needs, but for the future, too.
As soon as possible, competent engineers
should locate a road from approximately
the highest point on the Jacksonville and
Fort Klamath wagon road, to the south
rim of the lake, on the easiest grade at
tainable, touching as many good camp
ing places as possible, and bearing in
mind distant views and romantic features.
With this road complete, a trail should
be located around the lake on a grade
suitable for wagons, which trail should
be brought to points overlooking the lake
wherever possible. As soon as necessary
funds can be obtained, it should be com
pleted; then it can be gradually widened
into a first-class wagon road.
A Recent Excursion.
On Wednesday, August 6, 1S02, the fol
lowing persons left Portland for a visit
to Cr.ater Lake: Hon. Thomas H. Tongue,
of Hillsboro, Or.; Miss Bessie G. Merriam,
of Brooklyn, N. Y.; Mrs. Julia E. Hoff
man. Miss Margery Hoffman, B. M. Lom
bard, F. H. Fleming. James Steel and
Will G. Steel, of Portland. At Salem the
party was joined by Governor and Mrs. T.
T. Geer, Miss Margaret J. Cosper and
The Indian agent. ,
AND HAUNTS OF FAMOUS AUTHORS
the wych-elms either side, nor the
"laburnums dropping wells of fire" that
are found In the hedgerows. Nor will
anybody who parses Bag-Enderby forget
the beauty of the great elm ,tree upon
whose drooping arms generations of chil
dren have swung, that stands on the little
village green. The church down the lane
there, is one of the two churches which
were served by Tennyson's father,
"th'owd doctor," as they called him. and
had we visited that church and climbed
its towers in the days of long ago we
should have met the Tennyson boys there.
The owl that "warms his five wits" today
in that tower is the descendant probably
of those the poet put off from their nest
or watched as ho sat and hissed and
blinked upon the belfry rafter.
The Tennyson Family.
The old folk who remember the Tenny
son boys have now all passed away. Had
we been here a few weeks ago we might
have talked with the veterans of Bag
Enderby, and they would have told us
what a "Howdaclous boy Mr. Halfred
was," and "what a boy for study he was;
never without a book in his hand," and
"what a scholard the old gentleman was,"
and. "what a smoker he was," and "how
would -never go to church without a bit of
of baccy In his mouth." and how he
"drilled his boys and taught therm his
high laming; and was the greatest scol
ard that ever was In that part of Lin
colnshire, and knowed everthing that
could be knowed, and a deal more too."
And If we had asked these old men and
ojd women about the poet's mother, they
would have told us that "she was the
gentlest, kindest lady that ever lived, but
terbly afflicted In them daays, poor thing!
and moastly wont about In a wheeled
chair, drawn by a dog as big as a donkey
amoastT The kindliest woman as ever
stepped and no pride about her, and no
pride about him, and no pride about the
children either. Just one of themselves."
And so passing Bag-Enderby with mem
ories of the Tennyson family whose Me
seemed to have been part of the village
life and whose kindliness was remembered
years after they left Lincolnshire we
come after a short half mile tp Somers
by Itself. There on the right hand stands
the little church where Alfred was bap
tized. No hands of reform have touched
the churchyard cross with its pleta at lae
head. The snowdrops are white on the
graves and the violets will soon be com
ing, and as one stands by the unsightly
Iron railings that surround the father's
grave one remembers how those Lincoln
shire violets that abound hereabout were
dear to the poet's mind. ,Just past the
church is a quaint embattled building said
to have been the home of the original
Lincolnshire farmer, old Baumber. One
must take that cum grano sails; many
Lincolnshire farmers went to the making
THE SUNDAY
ONE eRATER LAKE"
CJtATRB. LAKE AS SEEX FROM SCOTT MOUNTAIN, A DISTANCE OF TWO MIXES
Miss Louie M. Church. We arrived at
Medford next day at .noon and remained
there until 6 o'clock P. M. At this point
we wefe Joined by Mr. and Mrs. N. J.
Damon, of Salem, and D. T. Lawton, of
Medford. Our eupply wagons and cooks
were sent forward at noon, and upon our
arrival at Eagle Point, 15 miles distant,
we found a hot dinner awaiting us, and a
cordial welcome by residents of the vil
lage. We were met at Medford by promi
nent citizens, who did everything in their
power to make our- stay among them
pleasant. Not content with that, they
loaded us up with the choicest of fresh
fruit. At Eagle Point our welcome was
none the less enthusiastic, and here we
wero the recipients of farm delicacies,
particularly fine, rich cream and berries.
Camp at Pelican Bay.
Here we held our first campflre, and Gov
ernor Geer delivered an intensely Inter
esting address on the state's prison. Its
plan and construction, the manner of op
erating it and the escape of Tracy and
Merrill. Friday we spent ssveral hours at
the delightful country retreat of Mr. J. H.
Stewart, of Medford, where wo were roy
ally entertained and sumptuously dined.
Camp was pitched for the night on the
banks of Rogue River, which place we
left at 7 o'clock Saturday morning. Long
before noon we reached ProBDOCt Bridge,
where-several hours were spent in view
ing Rogue River Falls and canyon. At 7
o'clock next morning we were on our way,
and at 2 P. M. stood on the rim of Crater
Lake. Not a breath of air was stirring,
and reflections in the lake were beauti
fully clear. Immediately after reaching
Victor Rock, a lady asked that a stone
be thrown Into tho lake. 1000 feet below,
and half a gallon of missiles were forth
coming. Talcing a long swing and a
strong throw, the Governor started a stone
on its Journey. We watched it with
breathless interest as it sailed out over
the water, then -came in closer and closer
to chore, until finally it almost disap
peared, so close was It to the base of the
cliff on which we stood. Another nnd another-of
the party tried his hand, but no
one was able to throw to the water. We
immediately took possession of Camp
Mazama and our cooks began prepara
tions for dinner, which wbb served hot
to a famished crowd.
Congressman Tong-ne'i ChIrosrrapb.y.
Our first campflre at Crater Lake began
without a prearranged plan. Among other
songs, "Nearer, My God, to Thee waa
sung, at the conclusion of which it was
suggested that Mr. Tongue give us a few
words on President McKlnley, which he
did. His address was eloquent in its
earnestness and simplicity, and could not
have been excelled If time and labor had
of the portrait Tennyson drew; and just
on beyond it and on the same side of the
road is the quaint little half cottage, half
hall, the manor-house of old time, the rec
tory of Tennyson's time, where the poet
was born. '"The poplars four, 'which
stood beside his father's door," have long
since fallen, but there high up at the
northern end is the little attic window of
the room which was the dear delight of
Alfred, and his elder brother Charles,
their top room and etudy in one, and
here at the southern end are the quaint
Gothic windows, and the tiled roof jf the
dining-room of which the old doctor was
his own architect nnd sculptor. Inside,
one may still see the quaint carved man
telpiece, outside the "Hadams" and
"Heves," which the doctor's chisel hewed
from the living stone, for Dr. 'Tennyson
was by nature a builder, and fortunately
for himself had a. man servant named
"Horllns," who was fond of bricks and
mortar also, and between them the little
house became a larger house, fit for the
upbringing of an ever increasing family.
But the Interest of Somersby lies really
In the lawn and the garden, that, hedged
on one side by a grove of hazel nuts and
fenced on the other by a rosy-red wall,
where apricots ripened and plums became
sweet as honey, stretches down to the
grey meadow where the famous brook that
Tennyson knew wandered toward Ahe sea.
Nobody who has read Tennyson's "Ode
to Memory" and stood by that brook but
must feer how unerringly he describes
it as It swerves from left to right and
draws into Its urn the filtered tribute of
the rough woodland; the crcssy islets white
with flower are here, and here the dim
pling and there the shallows ribbed with
sand, where the minnows play and flash
from silver light to nothingness; and thoso
of us who wish to see where the boy poet
won his love for woodland wonder and
faerie, must just take this brook for a
guide, and pass the road, and go to that
cheerful hollow behind the little house,
where sandstone rocks are filled with
strange writing of those who. in the- olden
time, came to the holy well for healing.
One never enters Halllwell wood without
remembering how it was on one of these
sandstone outcrops that Tennyson, when
he heard that Byron had passed away,
went and with all the passionate regret
of one who felt a power had passed away
from earth, carved on these rocks the
words, "Byron is. dead."
The village Itself Is just as it was when
Tennyson was a boy there. The same kind
of ricks stand in the same comfortable
farmyards, the same thatched cottages
with their dormer windows in the thatch
are surrounded by the simo luxury of
hollyhocks and sunflowers In the Auumn
tlde. and roses and carnations blocm at
Somersbj,' as they fparce bloom anywhere
qlse. But it Is the wild flower life of
I
OEEGONIAN, POHTLASD,
boon devoted to Its preparation. His
words were listened to in breathless at
tention, and created a deep and lifelong
impression on all who heard them. At this
campflre the following story was told
about Mr. Tongue, whoso handwriting la
modeled after that of the lato lamented
Horace Greeley: Two farmers met near
Hillsboro, when one greeted the other
with: "Say, Bob, did you hear the news?"
"No." "Tongue's got 4. typewriter." Bob
removed his hat and fervently responded:
"Thank the Lord."
Monday morning a side trip was made to
Wizard Island, and dinner was served at
noon, that Governor Geer and Mr. Tongue
might 'return to their homes, where they
were called on urgent business. We were
keenly disappointed in not meeting at the
lake Mr. Frederick V. Covllle, chief botan
ist of the Agricultural Department. Dur
ing the evening a messenger arrived with
a communication, with which we wrestled
until a lato hour, with the following re
sult: "Just receive" -views of Columbia River.
They arc excellent.
"THAD M. HUGHES."
Wc were puzzled beyond measure until
some one suggested that It might be from
Tongue, so we tackled it again and felt
reasonably sure of the following interpre
tation: Some Side Trips.
Tue.day morning a side trip was made
to Cathedral Rock, from which many in
teresilng views were had and photographs
taken. Immediately after our return to
camp at noon a thunder storm came upon
us, at which time several members of the'
party were on Wizard Island. Rln con
tinued pretty much all the time until Fri
day morning. Tuesday evening we were
joined .by the following parties from Klam
ath agency: Captain O. a Applegate,
wife and four children; Professor Fred
crick V. Covllle. wife and three children;
Miss Elizabeth McMasters; Mr. W. F.
Arent. superintendent of the Crater Lake
National Park, and Mrs. Arent; Mr. and
Mrs. George Butler; Mr and Mrs. Ball;
J. Currell iSllott and Miss Winnlfred E.
Jackson. Owing to continued rain, there
were no side trips on Wednesday cr Thurs
day, but on Wednesday afternoon we were
favored with an exhibit of beautiful draw
ings af Mount Mazama flowers, by Mr.
Frederick Walpole. who, under the di
rection of Mr. Covllle. is camped at Cra
ter Lake, securing for the United States
government water colors of all the flowers.
Mr.Walpole's work Is probably not equaled
In the countrv and is certainly not ex
celled anywhere. They arc drawn cor
rctly from a botanical standpoint and are
exquisite gems, as' works of art. Thurs
Somersby that Is so enchanting, and Ten
nyson Who wrote that verse.
Our father's dust is left alono
And silent under other snows.
There in due time the woodbine blows.
The violtt comes, but we aro gone,
knew very well that tho violets made
sweet all the hedgerows In April, that the
woodbine ran riot In tho hedges in June,
that wild roses danced by the wayside, .and
cowslips, and the faint sweet cuckoo flower
filled the fields.
Tho sea is far off. 15 miles away, but its
sweet breath is felt even at Somersby,
as you may know by looking at the golden
lichens on the side of the barns and
church towers that face the sea. Tenny
son's haunt In his boyhood's time was not
only the hlgh-rldged wold above the village
near Keal Hill, where he often went to
gaze on that mighty fenland plain near
beautiful Halton - by - the - Holegate that
leads down to the marsh, though often he
went thither also, for there his guardian,
the rector of Halton, lived and there he
tipent many a happy day. But every year
the Tennysons went down to the sea coast,
passing through miles of marsh, where
the reeds whispered In the wind and the
cattle lowed In the pastures, and the mills
whirled In the distance, and tho "trenched
waters ran from sky to sky."
Seaside Association.
The part of the shore he knew best as a
boy was Skegness and the coast as far
as Gibraltar Point. Mablethorpe he knew
also, and this especially at the time when
he was a schoolboy at Louth. Nobody who
has studied Lord Tennyson's poems, and
has visited the Lincolnshire coast at Skeg
ness or Mablethorpe. but will see how
much of the scene of that wonderful land
scape, as viewed from the rushy ramplre
xof the sea, entered into his being. The
sea there at this part of the coast at low
tide Tccedes nearly a mile, leaving behind
it the most beautiful stretches of sind
and gleaming shallows and shelly beaches.
It comes In with Strang rapidity, and with
tho wonderful sound of long lines' of
breakers flung lead-heavy on the shore,
and as we walk these sandy flats "mar
bled by moon and cloud"
that hears all night
The plunging seas draw backward from the
lend
Their moonled waters white,
one feels one is in the land of dream and
mystery which must have touched the poet
deeply
Quaint stories are still preserved of the
way in which the young boy revelled in
the wonders of the scenery; walking bare
headed without his coat long midnight
walks charmed by the charm of the. sea to
restless wandering; how he made friends
with the fisher folk; how he gathered those
shells "frail but a thing divine," and won
dered at the passive jelly fish with their
Camp at Crater Lake.
AUGUST 31, 1902.
day morning, accompanied by Mr. R. R.
Kaylor. I visited Wizard Island, and to
gether we located a tract from the boat
landing to the summit of the island, every
portion of which, except close to the sum
mit. Is on solid ground and all of It as
cends in eaoy grade. "Very little labor will
be required to place this trail In flrst
clara condition, and when once constructed
it will be of great assistance to visitors.
Friday morning we broke camp and
pulled out for Klamath agency, followed
by Captain Applegate and his party. A
short stop wa3 made at Fort Klamath,
where points of historical interest wero
visited, particularly the old guardhouse,
where Captain Jack and his comrades
were confined, and their neglected graves,
near by. An early camp was made at the
agency, in a delightful spot, eelected for
us by our friends. Saturday we were
driven about the country and delightfully
entertained by Captain Applegate and Mr.
Covllle. During the evening a reception
was tendered us at the chapel, at which
time short addresses wero delivered by
several persons. Including Mr. Covllle, who
said in part:
Geological Fact.
"In this Klamath Lake country and ad
jacent regions cast of the mountains are
represented five distinct belts of vegeta
tion, at successively higher altitudes. The
lowest, or sagebrush belt, is only sparingly
represented in the vicinity of Klamath
Lake. Wherever sagebrush .occurs it Is an
Indication of land suitable, under irriga
tion, for wheat and. other agricultural
crops. The next belt, yellow pine. Is in
dicative of toll dry In Summer, but hav
ing a substantial snowfall In Winter. The
third belt Is that of lodgepole pine, mixed
with white pine. Shasta fir and several
othcj- trees. This 13 a belt of heavy snow-fall,
reaching ajdepth of 10 to 15 feet. The
upper portion of this belt is made up
chiefly of black hemlock. Above this tim
ber comes the' fourth belt, or true white
barked pine, and abovo this comes tho
Governor Geer anil tne driver.
fifth, or Alpino pine belt, above timber
line.
"Two marked peculiarities In geographic
distribution of plants occur In this region,
and are connected with and dependent
upon the region's geological structure.
This whole section of the Cascade Moun
tains and adjacent plains to the east, has
a soil which is made up of pumice 'and
gravel. As a result, heavy snows, which
fall on the summit of the Cascades, do not
run off In surfaco streams, but filter
through pumice to the base of the range
and come out in enormous springs which
rainbow colors fading away beneath the
noontide sun. ,-Tho Lincolnshire coast gave
hiin great gifts, and he repaid the gifts
by song. t.
Of this other homes, Farlngford and Aid
worth, it may be said that they had some
thing of the old Lincolnshire beauty about
them. The sound of the sea and the noble
down were his at Farlngford, and the
great stretch of fair Sussex melting Into
' blue, that ope gray glimpse of sea must
nave always recalled to his mind that won
derful view from Keal Hill, where beyond
tho miles of gleaming fen and bluegreen
marsh ho saw the grey sickle of the Bos
ton deeps.
To Farlngford. In the Isle of Wight.
Tennyson went into 1S33. He describes the
coast and the little bay near his house in
the opening lines of "Enoch Arden,"
Long lines of cliff breaking havo left a chasm
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands.
Could Freshwater Bay be more tersely or
more correctly described! But he sadly
missed at Farlngford the rosy tiles and
comfortable thatch of the Lincolnshire
cottages. Speaking of Freshwater, ho
says:
Yonder lies our young rea village
Art and Grace aro less and less;
Science grows and Beauty dwindles,
Boots of slated hldeousness.
Farlngford.
The house ltspif at Farlngford la
swathed with Ivy and clematis and mag
nolia; so gr,een It Is you might almost
miss It at tho end of the garden glade, but
when you are near It you are awaro that
in the midst of the greenery there are
projected two, rooms with fine oriel win
dows, from the rest of the body of the
house, and you may know that that upper
room was the workshop of the poet. As
for the garden itself, what strikes one is
the absence of flower life and the beauty
of tree life. Cedars cast their shadows
on the lawn, and you are lead over mossy
paths hushed and quiet Into woodland re
treats, where even the sun dare scarcely
shlne. and where even the birds are
hushed. Thence by a wicket gate one
passes on to the down, and one realizes
how true was that picture that the poet
drew when he Invited Maurice to come
and see him
Where, far from noise and smoke of town.
I watch the twilight falling brown
All round a careless-order'd garden
Close to the ridge of a noble down.
To that down on almost every evening
when twilight fell the poet went forth to
hear the great sea fall as he stood at the
beacon height to watch the lights of the
Solent flash and shine and to commune
with the stars. But It must not be
thought that Tennyson did not delight fn
a garden of flowers. One side of tho house
there might be put cloistral groves and
mossy lanes and cedared shade, on the
other side of the house in the direction of
the home farm, whose roofs he always
WILL G. STEEL TELLS OF ITS
A RECENT JOURNEY
supply crystal streams of tho Klamath
Valley region and come together in Klam
ath Marsh and Lake. The water of these
streams and springs is remarkably cold,
and seeping as they do throughout the
Wood River Valley, at the north end of
Klamath Lake, they give it a cold soil,
which brings down to that elevation great
groves of lodgepole pine timber. This tree
belongs to the belt above pine, with-which
Wood River Valley Is surrounded. Under
these soil conditions, and Influenced also
by enormous volumes of cold air that pour
down Into the valley from the mountains
every night during Summer, the bottom of
the Wocd River Valley is incapable of
supporting any agricultural crop except
grass. It has a wide reputation, however,
as a stock grazing region."
Kin mil th Indian Baskets.
During our stay at tho agency Mr. Co
vlllo gave us the following Interesting talk
on Klamath Indian baskets:
"The base material of Klamath baskets
Is tule, the stems of which are torn Into
strips suitable for basket-weaving. The
natural colors of tule dried green, or after
weathering, give a-wide variety of greens,
browns and. greenish yellows, which in
the hands of an expert basket-maker
blend beautifully. Mo3t of the figures and
patterns, however, are made of white,
black, maroon or yellow. The white is
made by overlaying In tule strands, nar
row strips of this outer covering of stems
of the young reed. Black Is mado by dye
ing tulo stems in mud springs. Yellow
Is made of porcupine quills dyed a beauti
ful, clear and permanent canary color by
a yellow lichen found upon yellow pine.
Patterns in maroon are mado of slender
roots of tule which naturally possess this
color. Fortunately, the Klamaths do not
use aniline dyes, and only occasionally do
they put In a few ping porcupine quills,
the color of which has been derived from
red calico by steeping It In water with
quills. True Klamath baskets should al
ways be distinguished by collectors from
so-called Klamath baskets, made by In
dians living along the Klamath River In
California, toward the coast. These latter
Indians make baskets similar to those of
the Hoopas and Shastas. and wholly dif-
fumrxt In TnntH1: nnrt tvphva in tYia trim
Klamath baskets." j
Many a asket collector is the proud
A little target practice.
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IX sT TENNYSON, BY CANON RAWNSLEY, M. A.
Insisted should be thatched, I suppose in
memory of Lincolnshire days, there lay the
kitchen garden part, of whose delight for
the poet were the long lines of standard
roses and Madonna lilies and the holly
hocks and the sunflowers and tho sweet
briar, and the lavendar bushes of old
fashioned English horticulture. It was to
Farlngford he went to be separate from
the world to work at hl3 high calling in
simplicity and quietude; but he could not
be hid, and many were tho stories he used
to tell of the way In which people puohed
themselves Into his presence, Invaded his
garden, watched for him at the roadway
corners, determined, if possible, to have
glimpses of him. An American lady met
him on the lawn, and said, thinking he was
tho gardener, I suppose: "Could you tell
me where Mr. Tennyson is?" He said:
"I saw httn half an hour ago down there."
And she scuttled off like a thing pos
sessed. "It was quite true, you know,"
the poet said, with a grim smile. "I had
been down there half an hour before."
Aldwortli, naslemere.
To Aldworth, where the poet died, he
went in 1S69. He selected that spot be
neath the ridge of a noble down, be
cause ot its grand view across green Sus
sex fading into blue, and because of its
retirement. No noisy village was near
It; to reach it from Haslemere one imist
go through tho deep, wlndinf: lanes that
seldom hear the feet of horses, and as one
stands among the heather above the house
there rings up in one's ears the descrip
tion that the poet wrote of the Lincoln
shire plain from Keal:
Calm and still on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its Autumn bowers
And crowded farms and lessening towers.
To mingle with the bounding main.
I think that Lincolnshire haunted him
to the end. The house itself at Aldworth
was designed by Mr. Knowles. the editor
of the Nineteenth Century. Mr. Knowles
may have had the Abbey ruins In Sir
Walter Vivian's Park In mind
High-arched and ivy-claspt
Of finest Gothic lighter than a fire.
A large porch of five pointed arches
gives a certain nobility to the entrance,
and In the tiles of the hall is set a Welsh
motto: "The truth against the world."
In the west corner of the second story the
two large windows looking over th'e pine
grove and embracing that beautiful view
that General Hamley was so fond of wag
set the poet's study. But there is. an ab
sence of poetry about the house; one feels
that It was much more fitted for a new
made millionaire than for a laureate lord
of song, and Indeed it is not till one has
forgotten the house and Its somewhat pre
tentious aspect in the exceeding beauty of
I the garden grounds or the delight in the
. walk upori the moor above the house that
one can bo reconciled to the thought that
I this was the poet's last home. Here he
died, and hence in the gatherhss twilight
29
GREAT WONDERS.
THITHER.
From photograph by Cunningham.
possessor of wocus shakers, without th
slightest Idea of what It signifies. In Mr.
Covllle's talk occurred the following in
formation:
"Wocus. a yellow water Illy. Is a natlva
of the Pacific Northwest. A flower three
to four Inches In diameter Is followed by
a pod. shaped something like a poppy,
two Inches in length by one and a half In
diameter. It is full of small seeds, small
er than applo seeds. It Is used by Kla
maths. Mo docs and some of the Plutes as
food. It is prepared in many ways. A,
common method consists in drying the
pods, which are broken up by pounding
with a atone. The pithy chaff Is then re
moved by screening and winnowing. The
seed3 are then cooked in a variety of
ways. A common way is to parch them
in a wocus shaker with coals or
at the present day in a frylngpan. There
are different methods of extracting seeds
from the pods, different methods of pre
paring the eeeds for food, and different
grades or qualities of seeds, dependent
chiefly on the degree of maturity. It was
formerly a staplo food of Klamath In
dians, but has now taken the position of
a delicacy, having given way to flour and
other cereals. It would doubtless maka
an excellent breakfast food if some one
would go to the trouble of exploiting it.
It is a crisp food, similar to grape-nuts
when dry; but more similar in flavor to
parched corn. However, it la much mors
delicate."
An Aclcno-tvledfrment.
On the morning of the. 17th inst. we left
Klamath agency and arrived in time for
an early camp at Pelican Bay. where we
remained until 7 A. M. on the 19th. The
weather was 'beautiful, the locatloa
charming and plenty of good boats and
fishing tackle added variety to our experi
ence and fish to tho bill of fare. Several
musical Instruments added melody to the
campflre meetings, while a full round
moon and a cloudless sky completed our
Joy at Pelican Bay. On Wednesday the
20th we moved to Hunt's ranch for the
night. While In camp at this point the
following communication wa3 presented
to me by Mrs. Geer, and Is deeply appre
ciated: Mr. Will G. Steel. Dear Sir: It Is the de
sire of the undersigned to express to you
thoir -appreciation- of your mnnasement of the
excursion to Crater Lake; their surprise at
the excellence of the commissary and com
pleteness of equipment, in every detail. It is
to us a revelation" to learn that It Is possible
to move a party of this character through tho
mountains with precision and maintain from
start to finish first-class meals and the best
of camp accommodations. There has not been
& sltm of friction, or any unpleasant Incident
to mar the pleasure of the trip, and it is to us
a great pleasureo express our hearty thanks
for your untiring attention to our wants and
tho hope that we may again accompany you on
a mountain excursion. In Crater Lake and ita
environs we expected a great deal, but reallza
that Ita Impressive grandeur was far beyond
our most extravagant expectations.
T. T. Geer. Bessie G. Merriam,
B. H. Lombard, Jnlia E. Hoffman.
F. II. Fleming. Margery Hoffman.
Thomas H. Tongue, Louie 31. Church.
James Steel. Margaret J. Cosper.
Isabelle T. Geer,
Early in tho afternoon, of the 20th we
arrived at Ashland and next morning
reached Portland on time, after two
weeks of unalloyed pleasure In the moun
tains of Southern Oregon.
WILL G. STEEL.
of a glorious Autumn day a very slmpl
village lurry entirely qver-woven wlttt
moss and laurel bore tho remains of tha
poet in a simple coffin toward Haslemera
and the train for Westminster. Nothing
could have been more picturesque or sol
emn, or more fitted for the home-going
of a bard, than that simple carrying of
the poet's body from tho Aldworth. door.
The stars had already lit their lamps
above and the lamps upon the coffin's wain
shone out upon the darkened hedgerows:
as they passed. No word3 were spoken,
only the heavy breathing of the horse and
its solemn footsteps were heard, and the
friends walked either side in quiet sorrow
They had come from the poet's last homef
they were bearing him to his rest In Poets
Corner, and they left that last home
haunted by a memory which shall not
fade as long as men read Tennyson.
THE END.
The Bnrial of Sir John Moore at
Cornnnn.
Charles Wolfo.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.
As his corpse to tho rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero" wo burled.
We buried him darkly at dead of night,
Tha sods with our bayonets turning;
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light
And the .lantern dimly burning.
No useless coflln enclosed his breast.
Not in sheet or In shroud we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest.
"With his martial cloak around him.
Few and ehort were the prayers we said.
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on tho faco thai
was dead.
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
t
We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed
And smoothed down his lonely pillow.
That tho foe, and the stranger would tread
o'er--his head.
And we far away on the billow!
Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that'3 gone
And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him
But llttlo he'll reck If they let him sleep on
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
But half of our heavy task waa done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring?
And we heard the distant and random gun.
That the foe was sullenly firing.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down.
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
Wo carved not a line, and we raised not a
stone.
But we left him alone with his glory.
Bev. Anson Phelps Stokes, of New York,
proposes to make a tour of Switzerland on
foot. He has always been noted as an en
thusiastic pedestrian, seldom using a carriage,
although he ons several.