THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAJf. PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 2, 1900.
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TO THE AVERAGE pleasure-seeker,
little seems to be known outside of
the beaten path, and a. trip to
Mount Hood, prompted only by the climb
to the summit ot that hoary old monarch,
eems to satisfy so many that I am
moved to present that which was to me
and to others that were In our party a
much more enjoyable Jaunt, full of
enough suggestions of dangers to satisfy
the most venturesome spirit, and so com
plete with a vast sublime beauty that
the memory of that trip alone compen
sates for the material and physical out
lay It Involved.
It was my pleasure to be at Cloud
Cap Inn during the second week In Au
gust. Wednesday of that week a party
of 14 was made up for a trip to Eliot
Glacier. This glacier, occupying as It
does nearly the entire north side of Hood
Immediately untfer the summit, sweeps
down nearly to Cloud-Cap Inn, and ends
In a vast canyon Just under and in front
of the inn. The sources of the Middle
Fork of Hood River can be seen upon
the face of the "black lee" falling into
the canyon In a broken fall 500 feet
in height. The Ice wall has the appear
ance of a vast pile of dirt and broken
rock In Immense furrows. Some of them
are true moraines, rocks pushed up and
aside by the tremendous pressure of the
ice field. At a distance It has the ap
pearance of rock and earth, but upon a
close examination the solid Ice will be
found underneath, the coating of debris
bHng very thin. The supply of Ice for
use at the Inn Is obtained at this point
on the glacier.
En Route to the I'ppcr Fields.
Our route to the Ice field led us down
a small dip In front of the Inn, through
a fringe of pine trees, then Into a can
yon, up which our trail wound. Large
granite boulders were on every side, and
In places the trail wound in and out
among them; again It skirted the side
of the spur among the broken rocks,
Fandy always, and finally across a little
stream called the "Tlllle Jane," and
thence to the head of the canyon, where
we formed a group and' where our first
picture was taken, two miles from the
Inn. Here we were allowed a few1 mo-1
monts" rest hy the guide. Descending the
side of the spur and crossing a moraine,
we were soon on the white ice where
walking was e;usy. Every member of the
party wore heavy shoes, soles of which
were filled with hob nails, and all were
equipped with the usual steel-pointed
alpenstock. We passed rapidly over this
Ice field, here and there looking Into the
Ice wells, holes bored down through the
Ice by the action of water. The colors
we found in hese depths were only a
promise of th.V which was to come.
Working well out on the smooth Ice, we
turned directly towards the mountain,
and soon were picking our way up on an
ice terrace, somewhat higher than the
field we were on. Imagine, if you can,
a high wall of Ice, vast in extent, broken
into deep openings called crevasses, run
ning back into the ice, filled with beau
tiful color, ranging from light green to
a deep blue In the depths. Then realize
that up one of these ridges between those
crevasses we were led by our guide
and over more than one narrow bridge,
one in particular over 12 feet in length,
not over 18 inches In width, with deep
crevasses on each side of us. but be
yond, such a promise of safe footing that
the 14 of us followed without hesitancy.
Among the Pinnacles.
We were now on the upper fields of the
glacier, among the great crevasses. Three
cameras, Miss Spencer's little kodak, Mr.
Dorsey's larger one, and the writer's 4x
5. were worked to their full capacity.
V found picture-taking, under the con
ditions, somewhat ticklish, still the writ
er also carried and used a small steel,
tripod, which at times throughout the
trip rendered him good service. Our
position among these immense openings,
while safe enough, with' care, did not
Invite wanderings from the common cen
terour guide and save for an occa
sional peep into the depths from a posi
tion full length upon the Ice, we were all
satisfied to let well enough alone. Our
guide now led us up higher, occasion
ally Jumping us across narrow open
ings, and finally onto a snow field Just
under the high cirques, commonly called
the "Pinnacles." It was at this point
where the only approach to serious mis
hap occurred. One of the ladiea of the
party, desiring a near view of a very
deep crevasse, started upon what seemed
a solid lee bridge. One step, about to
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place her weight upon what was only
a thin bridge of snow. Mark, the guide,
ever watchful, called "keep away," and
a trial with alpenstocks revealed only
a soft snow bridge, easily pushed Into
the crevasse, and without the stability
to carry more than its own weight. The
party was now divided.
The guld, with Mr. Spencer of Port
land, Mr. Patton, of the Portland &
Seattle Ry.. sMr. Dorsey, Shanghai,
China, and the writer, were to try to
get Into the "Pinnacles." As this was
considered a very hazardous trip for
a large party, and for ladies, ne de
clined to take more than the four men
tioned, and the balance of the party,
wltn the exception or Miss Spencer,
were led back over a rocky ridge,
thence on to the smooth ice to the Inn.
by our assistant guide. Miss Spencer,
notwithstanding tne guide's objections,
thought that she could make the trip,
remained with us and finished' safely.
Our course now took us BOO feet up a
very hard snow field, at an angle of
about 45 degrees. It was somewhat
difficult at first to get good foot-hold,
but soon we all caught the trick and
reached the foot of a nigh crag, called
Langllle Peak. It was now necessary
to climb across the top of this snow
slope to a point from whltfT) a slide
down a short hog bock landed us
right into the tops of the Pinnacles.
This snow field on the top edge forms
an over-hanging snow bridge, some
eight to ten feet from the crag, and Is
not at auy point In contact with the
rocks. Looking over the edge into
this crevasse it is Impossible to
measure its depth and a feeling of In
security seems ' to take possession of
one. The footing in the Pinnacles is
extremely hazardous. Large boulders
of solid Ice wedged tightly between
the spires, bridged the depths below
us and our course was over these,
stepping from one to the other. Look
ing up towards the sky the light
through the ice transmitted colors of
pale green, . shading Into white to
where we stood. Looking down be
tween the boulders, on which we stood,
colors change from white to green, to
deep blue, to black, as vision is lost
in the depths. Our stay here was
short: ice was falling much of the
fime and our view was limited to our
surroundings. Mark, the guide, with
two of our party, Mr. Dorsey and
Miss Spencer, climbed upon one pin
nacle where toe group was photo
graphed. This was an extremely dif
ficult and dangerous undertaking, and
it did not appeal to me. Our return
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Susan Clegg and Friend,
The Village Philosopher Discusses "Idiots in General"
(Copyright, 1D06. by K. N. BlrdsalL)
BY ANNS WARNER.
T'S a very strange thing." said
I Miss Clegg to Mrs. Lathrop one
early September evening when
they each were addicting ' themselves
to their usual habits, "it's a very
strange thing as we ain't got one sin
gle idiot in this community. There's a
idiot most everywhere till he gets the
idea into his head to kill someone an'
so gives others the idea as he's safer
shut up, an' yet we ain't never had one.
I was speakin' o' that to Mrs. Brown
today an' she said it was true, an' very
odd although she'd never thought o"
it except to think as Mr. and Mrs. Sper
rit come pretty close to bein' it them
selves. She says she don't know she's
sure what ails Mr. and Mrs. Sperrlt, but
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once commenced, was quickly made.
The guide, with Mr. Patton and Mr.
Spencer astride of alpine stocks rapidly
coasted down the snow field vhich we
ascended In going in. Mr. Spencer's
slide was terrific, and he had - some
trouble in stopping as a consequence.
The otner three of the party got "cold
feet" and for 20 minutes slowly worked
their way down a dangerous slope,
which the others descended in as many
seconds. This place is now called
"Cold Feet Scoot."
The trip from here to the Inn was
without event. It would not be proper
to close this article witnout some per
sonal mention of our guide, Mark W.
Weygandt. To his sole direction toe
party was always dependent, and to him
was much of the pleasure of this trip
due. Of his personality, suffice to say
that we all liked him very much .and
left him at the Inn with regret.
WILL II. WALKER.
Portland August 28.
she says they've been married years
now an' is still goin' round as beamin"
as two full moons. 'She says It ain't
anything to talk of in public but
actually to see 'em drivin' back from
market sometimes most makes her
wish as she wasn't a widow, an' she
says anythin' as'd make her sorry she's
a widow hadn't ought to be goin'
round loose in a Christian town. She
was very much In earnest an' Mrs.
Fisher come up Just then an' she said
it all over again to her an' she said
more too she said as the way she
looks at 'him In church is all right an'
really nothin' but a joy to look on at
afore marriage, but she don't consider
it hardly decent afterward for it's de
ludln' an' can't possibly be meant in
earnest. She says she was married, an"
her son is married, an' her father was
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Mrs. Lathrop
With Her Neighbor.
married too, an' you can't tell her that
the way Mr. and Mrs. Sperrit go on
Isn't suthin' pretty close to idiocy even
If it ain't the whole thing."
"You " said Mrs. Lathrop.
"Mrs. Fisher said," continued Susan,
"as she thought as maybe she got used
to lookin' pleasant at him In all them
years as she kept house for him afore
he made up his mind to get married to
her, an' so the habit kind of is on her
an' what's dyed in the wool keeps on
stickin" to Mr. Sperrit. Mr. Kimball
come out Just then an without askin'
what we was sayin' said as he'd al
ways understood as he married her
cause he wanted her bedroom to hang
up corn to dry In. ' Mrs. Fisher ex
plained to him as we was -discussln'
idiots an' Bhe went on to say as for her
part she always enjoyed seeln' the
Sperrits fo happy for It done anyone
good ta look at 'em, an' that she'd be
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only too happy to be a idiot herself if
it'd do auy human bein' good to look
at her an' Mr. Fisher afterward. She
says oh, my, but now that he's took
to mlxin' Japanese Jimmy Jig songs
with his other poetry she 'most thinks
he'll kill her an' John Bunyan. She
says any one as'll set a man to takln'
a dailey mornin" plunge in a slop Jar
nad ought to Just look at the walls
around her washstand. She says things
as in their very nature you want to
leave off afore you begin 'em, an' as
you have to begin sudden to do a tall,
had ought to be done outdoors any
way. Mr. Kimball said as the evidence
was gettin' strong for the idiot's side
after all an' he said as he begged to
state as the other night Mr. Sperrit
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drove two miles back in the rain
'cause he'd forgot a cake o' sapolio as
she'd asked him to bring. I spoke up
at that an' said I didn't see nothin'
very surprisln' in that for I know if I
asked any man as I was married to to
bring home a cake o' sapolio I should
most surely look to see the cake when
he come home."
"I " said Mrs. Lathrop.
"I know, but you always spoiled him."
said Susan. "Well, what was I sayin'?
Oh, yes; Mrs. Macy come up Just then
an' she says anyhow they've got a idiot
in Meadvllle a. real hereditary one the
doctors have all studied him an' it's a
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clear case right down from his great
grandfather." "His great " cried Mrs. Lathrop.
"Gran father," said Susan. "Yes. Mrs,
Lathrop, that Is how It was. an' Mrs.
Mary says it's really so, for she see thd
tombstones all but the mother's she ain t
dead yet. Seems the idiocy come from
the great-gran'father's stoppin' on the
tram-crossin' to pick up a fros, 'cause
he was runnin' for suthm1 in connection
with the Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals."
"The frog!" cried Mrs. Lathrop.
"No, the great- gran'father. Seems he
never stopped to consider as what'd kill
a frog would be sure to hit him, an' Mrs
Macy says the doctors said as that was
one very strong piece o' evidence against
the family brains riKlit at the start, but
she says he really was smarter than they
thought, for the Society for the Preven
tion of Cruelty to Animals paid for the
funeral an' for the grandmother's, too '
"The grand " cried Mrs. Lathrop.
"Mother's," said Susan. Yes. seems the
railway track was their back fence an'
she'd always bepged an' prayed him at
the top o' her voice not to go to town
that way. but he wouldn't listen 'cause
he was stone deaf, an' then besides, like
all that kind, he always pretended not
to hear what he didn't want to. But
anyhow she was in the garden an' she
6ce the train an' she tried to got to him,
an. whether she broke a blood-vessel yell
in or contracted heart-disease hoppln' up
an' down, anyway she fell over ricrht
then an' there, an' It would have been
copied In all the newspapers all over the
country even if the mother "
"The moth " cried Mrs. Lathrop.
"Kr," said Susan. "Yes, seems she
heard the yell an' run to the window so
quick she knocked the stick out as held
It up an' it come down on her head. So,
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you sec, the Idiocy come right straight
down In the family of tho idiot for
three generations afore him."
"I ain't sur " said Mrs. Lathrop,
thoughtfully.
"I ain't either," said Susan: Mrs. Macy
says she wan't neither. No one in Mead
ville never was."
"An" yet " began Mrs. Iathrop.
"Oh, as to that." said Susan, "that's
altogether another kind o' idiot. My own
opinion In his case would be as the
world would be Just as well off one way
as the other, for there ain't a mite q'
doubt but what he shot him nor a mite
o' doubt hut what he deserved It, an'
Gran'ma Mullins says the real awfulness
is that none of the doin's would of mat
tered if none of 'em had got married.
It's the gettin' married that turns men
mad. an' she shakes in her shoes when
she thinks as Hiram is married now an
may have to some day be proved a idiot
as a consequence."
Ilules for Automobile Guests.
Carolyn Wellr; in Life.
Always tell your host that this is the
finest machine you over rode In.
A.k hint if It lsnt the best make
there is.
ftiy you thought so, when he says yea.
Afek hMi what really makes It go.
Listen while he tells you.
Ask him If he isn't going very swifty.
Express surprise when he says the ma
chine is merely getting warmed up, and.
for you to wait.
Wait.
Remark that automoblling is the poetry
of motion.
And that you never before knew what
it meant to really live.
And that you feel an exquisite, inex
plicable elation.
Admire his motoring get-up.
Tell him how well he looks in automo
bile togs. ' :
Ask him if you may suggest a name
for his machine.
Look wise.
Ask him how to spell carbureter.
Express no surprise at Ids reply. '
Say that you would be afraid to go as
fast if any one else were driving.
Ask to have all the parts in sight ex
plained to you.
Inquire minutely about the others.
Introduce no subject save automobiles.
Disparage all others and praise the one
you're in.