The Sunday Oregonian., November 22, 1914, MAGAZINE SECTION, Page 4, Image 70

TTIE SUNDAY OltEGOXIAX. PORTLAXD. XOVEjrBER 22, 1914.
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BT ANNIE JJAUTtA MILLER.
WE were at McKenzie bridge, 65
miles east of Eugene, In the
Cascade forest reserve. when
the call of the red gods lured us still
farther into the wilderness. At "the
bridge" there is a choice of trails. Par
ties may go southward by the rangers'
and fern. For a time we saw the wildly
rushing McKenzie, then we came to a
little clearing, with a sawmill, th.en to
Lost creek, milky white with glacier
water. Here was the forlorn home of
a long-bearded bachelor, who looked
not unlike some stunted, moss-draped
tree. Beyond was lava, anfl In Tjiat
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trail to Crane Prairie, or up the river rV 'ir . Z 1
t r.io t .i,. lv. ' . . . 1, Creek canyon the road wound upward
KnV V . .T" amon la"-els, manzanltaa, willows and
Kenz.e. or by road to the summit of the giistening buck brush.
Cascades and thence by trail to the '
Three Sisters. To the Sisters we went Mountains rose .steeply on either
we four women, the guide and Duffy, hand, their sides covered with a short
the dog. together with a train, to de- growth of green and red, their summits
light the eoul of a mountaineer. bristling with outcroppings of volcanic
The red gods probably viewed our rock, and directly ahead of us, against
etart with amusement and made re- a cloudless blue sky, towered the
marks about "women tenderfeet rough- rugged snow-clad Sisters.
Ing it de luxe." We had limited our At Milllgan's cut-off, where the road
personal baggage to four small items climbs skyward, we met our train. Ere
apiece, and there was to be no mirror. lng we were mounted and away, an
Was to be!" WelL there was only one imposing procession, the guide ahead, 1 bad fried chicken in it It seemed
a very little one. But for bedding we carrying Duffy across the horn of his that we must unpack then and there,
had down pillows, 10 pairs of blankets, saddle, followed by the four of us when we were barely started. Then
15 comforts and a chenille curtain. astride of Nigr, Roiy, War Cloud and someone suggested that we might get
Moreover, our parting gifts on leav- wlth Maud and Molly, the two luncheon at the road camp. post - by the stove, waving a butcher
Ing the hotel Included several boxes of black mules, in the rear, executing When we reached that collection of knife in his gnarled old hand.
marsnmauows to toast by the campfire, -"'""" '6"mo sieps oeneatn the " "y me rocky roadside lunch was
two fried chickens, a duxbak coat, a
box of cheese wafers, chocolate bars.
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masses of bedding: heaoed on their- over and
backs. We followed the road that wnt the road.
the soft thud of the horses' hoofs in
the men away working on ' When, at Frog Camp, we left the road the springy trail, the cheerful call of
The cook was a kindly soul wo knew we were at last in the realm cucxaaees up in the tree tops and the
a slicker, a 1ar of preserves, hinamiiaro steadily upward, passing Isom's corral. wlth laded eyes that had still a friendlv of the red gods, for the trail led across nutter of iunco"s wings. Many of the Suddenly we plunged into a dark for-
and packages of matches enough to where ln dark cluster of firs, a grew- gleam in them. He had long hair and a little mountain meadow, through trees were bent and broken, showing est of larch trees draped down to the
burn up the entire forest reserve. And BOmo mountain tragedy took place some a loDB gray beard that waved In a which a limpid brook, edged with blue how thev nad struggled for life through Winter enow line in long yellow moss,
the red gods must have smiled when yeara a- man was murdered there benignant, grandfatherly fashion over larkspurs, went meandering, and so neavy snowfalls. There were many Then as suddenly we came from its
we actually started, hob-nailed boots and hls bodv burnt in the campfire. the stove as he fried bacon and made straight into the heart of the jackpine mountaln blossoms, and the occasional silence and gloom to a high red lava
khaki and all. In an automnhiio " xo oe noon, we were hun- -car B"u "eaieo. some Dolled beans. He rorest. We had left the Drone of th """""" iupm. wmca sienaer nemiocKs
We had a wonderful drive through s y' r women a"i a guide and a Bat oelore "s tewed dried peaches and wagon road for the inspiriting poetry
great fir trees, with a tangled under- S Cn be verv hungry, and we had ded peach pie and excellent bread ana of the trail.- Single file we rode
growth of vine maple, dogwood and oer wherVharf w", "me"l: , steadily upward through the quiet
Jiazel rising from a caroet of mou ht io.n S""r": .. s we am jus- woods, and the branches touched us as
...,c,.,p.cu ial lluB lo lt au ne ooked on frm ,. .
we came out or the jackpines into grew. zizzaging upwards went the
an ancient burn, where the ghostly trail and we found ourselves on a wide
white stumps of big trees stood and expanse of jagged lava on which noth-
where the horses picked a difficult way ing lived but the slender hemlocks,
among fallen logs. Beyond and very tipped like lances, and here and there
j:iose the Sisters towered magnificently, in tiny crevices false wintergreen and
purple beard tongue. Across the lava
rose the Obsidian cliffs and the Sisters,
superb against the Summer sky.
We followed the tortuous trail until
we came out on a red spur of the lava
and saw below us a rushing white
streini in a little flowery meadow.
There we made camp in a group of
white fir and hemlock trees, set above
the meadow on a ledge of rock worn
smooth by snow action. The spot was
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Militant MilUnery
ay MAKY PYNE.
JlfHAT if the fashions, led on by the war,
F'orgot to be neutral began to get"sore?!
What if a maiden Teutonicly sprung y
Trimmed up her head with a heavy Krutip
gun!
A .hat might be worn with a certain aplomb
Built up at the side with ite right kind of
bomb;
Sabres for feathers what. more could we ask?
Yesfl "grant you the sword when combined
jpifh tjiejbasque).
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But a bayonet rvreathi Think of that and be mute
With a.campon or two and a dagger to boot!
But, alas, all the bonnets are peaceful and cjxlm,
Not even a feminist wears an alarm.
Let us have peace on the bonnet?" then why-
Why shall the hatpin, still menace the eye?
Enough! What if fashions, led on by the war x
Forgot to be. neutral began to get sore!
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