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Tfca OREGON STATESMAN Silea, - Oren, Sunday llonht April 21, 1355 Easter The Rebirth of Hope : 'The Cold Finger Gurse' &i man PAGn FOUR i - if Yo Faror Stcoj Ife; M Fear Shall Awe" From Flrat Statesman, March 28, 1851 THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING . CO, ChaslCS A. Spragub .' - - - Editor-Manager Sheldon F. Sackeit - - -1 - llanajing-Editor -'-:--:vX' --:t'--'-embcr of the Associated IYcm Tb Associated Prcu is exclusively entitled lo th use (or pnbllca Uoa of all news diapalcbea credited to. it or not otherwise credited la this paper. ADVERTISING Portland Representative Cordova Bell, Seeurtty JUUOtas, Portland. Ore. '. Eastern Advertising Representatives ' Bryant. Griffith Urunson. Inc Chicago. New Tor. Detroit. Boston, Atlanta Extend at the Postoffiee at Salem, Oregon, at Stcond-Claa Matter. PubHsked jvry morning except Monday. Bust to ffiee, tlS &, Commercial Street, . , . - : ; SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Malt Subscription Rales, In Advance, Within Oregon: Dally ami Sunday, 1 Mo. ett eenta; S Ma I1.S5 ; Mo. S.t5; 1 year 14.00. Els--uet.s rents per alo, or $5.00 tor 1 year to advance, lerCopy S cent News Stands a cents. By City Carrier 4i cent a month; $5-09 a year la ad ranee. Survival of the Soul IN the twilight of life Clarence Darrow remains a con firmed - skeptic. Grim and saturnine he awaits death "without fear and without enthusiasm. Passion Week, cul minating in Easter, the anniversary of the Resurrection, did not temper the sharpness of his word of chill negation, "I no longer doubt, I know now that there ia nothing after death nothing- to look forward to in Joy or in fear." "When I die as I shall soon my body will decay. My mind will decay and my intellect win be gone. My soul? There is no such thing." So speaks the confessed materialist, denying that there i3 more to man than matter : "If you're honest you can't believe there is more than that, there la no evidence under the sun of a supernatural power. The universe simply is a product of evolution. Just as man is, and we can't think about what is beyond that or we'll get dizzy. "If you don't believe me sit down and try to figure out where the end of the sky is. Fix some arbitrary limit. Keep ex tending it. And after you're all through you'if still have the question. "Then what's beyond that'." Today is Easter, when millions of people by attendance on church services will express the belief and the hope con trary to Clarence Darrow's, immortality of the soul, faith that there is a God, and that there is more to man than the chemicals which make up his body. . Through faith alone does the human mind accept the doctrine of immortality. It is distinctly a Christian doctrine, for the Old Testament is almost completely silent on the sub ject ;f survival after death. Under the impulse of the story of tne resurrection of Jesus Christ, the doctrine of immortal ity became the very core of the Christian gospel and helped to spread far beyond the land of Palestine. Yet, in spite of the positiveness of the gospel narrative and the power of the argument of St. Paul, immortality remains the great question of one's personal philosophy. Schopenhauer said 'To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake." But such an apothegm is merely an irri tant? and offers no clear light on the subject. There are those who think of immortality as the contin uance of one's influence. Though his body succumb, the fruit of his character abides. Others see in the survival of the race the only immortality which is vouchsafed to humans. The individual dies, but the race marches on. But this does not satisfy the aspirations of the individual soul whose intelli gence establishes its own identity and seeks a continuance of its own individuality. The great grounds for hope in immortality of the soul lie in the normal reactions of the individual mind to these baffling mysteries of time and space, of life and death, of force and matter. Some look upon the scene and find it blank, a meaningless performance; and they yield to despair. But the vast majority from the dawn of the race have taken an affirmative view, that the universe is not an accident, but a product ol intelligence ; and that as the individual possess es intelligence, self -consciousness, powers of reasoning, there should be some link between him and the supreme intelli gence. Not from fear or cowardice, as Darrow has said, but rather from hopes of a fuller realization of self comes the expectation of immortality. Though science fail to penetrate the mystery beyond the grave, though philosophic -reasoning fall short in the effort to fathom the unknown, perhaps this rather instinctive an ticipation of survival of the soul as evidenced in the burial of food and weapons with the. savage warrior, may be as safe a guide as the question mark which is the ultimate precipi tate of the laboratory or of the library. Washington and the States WASHINGTON is treating rather roughly some of the states which refuse to go along in the administration's relief program. Senator Long of Louisiana has had his pup ; pet legislators decree that all federal money to come to the state shall be disbursed by the Long machine. Secretary Iekes promptly declares ho money will go to Louisiana; and the country as a. whole applauds because it is suspicious of Long in handling public funds. Governor Talmadge of Georgia comes in for reproof by Harry Hopkins because he vetoed some of the bills which Washington passed down to the legislature. . In these cases public opinion will probably line up with Washington. But as an abstract proposition the states are justified in holding to their own autonomy, and in refus ing to act merely as rubber stamps to the transient new deal ers in Washington. The hatfull of Ickes bills which came to Salem had to be revamped materially and many of them discarded. ; The country has too much centralization not alone of power but of initiative in Washington. It is hard on Roose velt and worse on the country. The fizzle of so many of the new deal experiments should open the eyes of the people to the error of accepting on blissful trust the slightest sugges tions that Washington bureaucrats pass out to the country. It is not just a matter of "states rights" under the constitu tion, btfta matter of sound public policy, the wisdom of de veloping legislation which is indigenous, which SDrinra no out of local conditions ; and the unwisdom of relying on some . dispensation from a political Mon-high". t; "Simon says thumbs up, Simon says thumbs down; Si , mon says wiggle waggle". The states are ant to make them selves look silly if they try to follow all the advices from Washington. As the Chicago News said editorially a little wnueago: r i "State leaders .who take their cues from Washington must be prepared for rapid and bewildering shift of scenery, changes la the dialogue, Improvisations in the score. It Is a harlequin - pantomime, and at any moment those who seek to follow its er ratic movements are likely to find themselves In embarrassing pose, deserted by the principals. The stand-by phrase "like a Philadelphia lawyer" . win nav to be amended. The Philadelphia bar association has ousted six law yers for sharp practice, one a state senator, another a civil service commissioner. t Now If it rains this Easter Knndav. and ih nM min Vmia mt be raining till mid-June. But It always does that In this country tm0n' -1 ifi H i I 1 V lli . it ff ssmMi i i Avoiding Repetition of Mistakes Is Hard; Possible Error Limited By D. H. Talmadge, Sage of Salem The one who climbs to what's called Fame Doth find when Fame hath come That Fame is but an empty name Regrets that he has dumb. At any rate, there to that effect. is a rumor Were I to be a poet, I thini should prefer The kind of verse that tinkles, rather than try to stir The innermost and deepest emo tions of the soul The whatnesses and whenness and whyness of the whole In short, I'd rather Jingle and mingle as I am Than perch quite cold and lone ly and view the heights I've clamb. What is presence of mind? Well, it is like this feller with his mouth open stares at a run away horse till the animal turns a corner a mile away. Then, he cries "whoa". Presence of mind is what the feller does not have. Cheer up! business may be bet ter than it feels. - Glen Buck, president of the Chicago advertising agency which bears his name, has written a book called "What People Want". Here is a paragraph from it: "Win Hays, monarch of th movies, will go down In history a the poorest guesser of his age. Muddied were the years in which he and his cohorts flooded 'the world with filth and furore. We are business men and most give the people what they want' was their cry. But they didn't know what people want. They thought the mass-mind a low thing and cheap. There never was a worse guess. Patient and tolerant and slow-moving as that mass-mind is. in desperation at last it acted. And Hollywood bad to scoop and clear away the filth. Not all of it is gone bat I am glad to report that cinema attendance Is rery much on the Increase." Useful people are always dull. May Robson In "Vanessa". Some kindly reader, who evi dently sees in it a moral for pres ent-day application, mails me an epitaph found on a gravestone In an old English graveyard Here lies me and my three daughters. Through drinking of the Chel tenham waters. If we'd stuck to Epsom salts We shouldn't be lying in these . Tanlts." The deceased were nerhana the sort of people, frequently met wren even in this so-called en lightened day, who overdo their dosing. They reason that If a quart of mineral water be good a gauon must be better. I once heard a story of a man in Oregon, not a great war to the eastward from Salem, who drank so free ly from a mineral spring, that he almost floated himself away, with eizecta sujttestive of a motorhoat. However, he did -not Ala ti aa the Cheltenham man and his three daughters. His guardian - angel and the death angel en eared ia a terrific ba.ttl. th Ilt,ninr nW- slclaa favoring the latter to win, but well, he did not die. Some times it turns out so. At a vrn tirrp I Would sar that the local annth- ecary, peered by the loss of four cpsom saits customers, was re sponsible for the libelous Chelten ham epitaph. . A late advertisement of the Ring ling Brothers and Barnum ;':,t f D. H. TALMADGE Bailey combined circus contains this: "We want the newspaper men of America to see this per formance. Just ask for a member of the press staff. Doormen will fetch him, and the welcome visit will be on." This is characteristic of the Rlngllng attitude toward the press from the beginning. Shrewdly wise were the brothers, and there was not on the routes of the first small Ringllng shows in the mid west a newspaper that was not pulling for them with all its heart. An important factor in the build ing up of a circus which became the greatest show on earth" in fact as well as on the billboards. SUrerton, April 8, 1935 They drank a toast to their comrade gone Gone to the land of Wher- everwego; A toast to the sunset and the dawn And the stream of life in un ending flow. f The glasses all were raised but one One that was filled for him gone away; A gesture of mem'ry, not ill done. Say what you will, think' what yon may. One who observed the incident. I have made many mistakes in my life, and I hare tried earnest ly not to make the same mistake twice. It has been somewhat dis couraging, because the supply of possible error seems unlimited. However, I am not disposed to complain. Life must be rery un interesting, I think, to a person who may never make mistakes. On agin, off agin, off agin, on agin overcoats. George Arliss is probably the only living actor who can make wisecracks without detriment to dignity. Salem has seen him in "The Iroa ' Duke" (Wellington) at the Grand this week, and has given him and the picture some- what of a going-over. However, little of the adverse criticism has been extreme in its nature, and none of it has been directed at Mr. Arliss, who. In the character of the most famous of English military men, doubtless puts across the story of the circum stances leading to and Immedi ately following the final downfall of Napoleon more effectively than any other actor could hare done. But it is no longer the entertain ing story it once was. Time and events have given it a dimness not entirely favorable to popular reception. Notwithstanding this, the picture has done good busi ness here. Mr. Arliss, whatsoever the play may be, is always Mr. Arliss. Whether or not he con forms physically and otherwise to the popular conception of a char acter impersonated, he is ever equal to the task of compelling a character to conform to the Arliss type, and he never fails to be agreeable and convincing. What a life! We look for trou ble, and when we find It we are grieved, and when we do not find it we., are disappointed. "Mississippi", a Booth Tarklng- ton showboat story, has been made into an interesting picture. Elsinore audiences have enjoyed it. Among the other effects pro duced upon me personally by the picture, it has darn near ruined a prejudice I have cherished care- fuUy for some time against Bine Crosby. You see, I had never heard Bing sing "Swanee River" before. In fact, it had never occur red to me that he could sing "Swa nee River". I suppose I should have reserved judgment. But a fellow cannot always reserve judgment. Were he to do so he would hare little of which to talk and life would become very dull. In "Mississippi" Bing, with the incidental assistance of the Cabin kids and a "down river" set ting sings the old song beautifully. Furthermore, W. C. Fields, as captain of the showboat, who says that to him women are like ele phants he likes to look at 'em but he wouldn't care to own one. is funny. Which fact seems worthy of being made a note of, because comedians are not always funny, as you may hare observed. And Joan Bennett is quite all right as the feminine halt of the picture's love interest. SYNOPSIS During a ptrty at her noma, wealthy Mrs. Violet Elderbank is Boarder ed and her jewels stolen. Among the guests were June and Jimmy Kirkman, her neighbors, and their tenants, St. Gregory Val cour, pteuao artut, Ulcnn Tnar ber, a newspaper reporter and dig alfied Douglas W. Cooltaey. sta tistical expert. Ifarjorie Clarkrn. TbnrberV fiancee, and .j Roger . Diane, a specialty dancer, are also . present. The cxizne occurred while the house was ia darkness and drums were beating for;-Roger's "Zola dance. Violet had beeat sum moned to private- telephone in tier bedroom. Her maid, Elsie, found her , chloroformed and fagged. About that time. Price Mexrism. Violet's secretary aad companion, who operated the lights for Roger's dance, had difficulty ia turning, them on after having pat then oat for Soger's entrance. Thurber disappeared during the performance to make a telephone call next door. Valconr had gorat there to get some of bis paintings for Violet. Elsie the maid claims she waa busy ia the kitchen when the telephone rang, bat both Her riant and Copples, the butler, state she was not there. According to Cupples the call was from the tele graph office stating it had a mes sage front Montreal for Mrs. Elderbank, A check-up reveals there waa no such call but that Glenn Thurber telephoned at 12 i2l. Thurber emphatically denies this. As he is about to let Darden into bis room, Thnrber discovers his Jtey is missing. The reporter's fin gerprints are found on Mrs. Elder bank's phone. Valcour claims that while he was in bis studio getting the pictures, be saw Thnrber come In, bat did not see him go oat again, nor did he hear Thnrber telephon ing. Roger teUs the police he was. patting the finishing touches to his make-up between 12:25 and 12:45 P. hLj the time the murder was committed. CHAPTER XVI Darden asked further questions which elicited the facta that Duane had been in New York a year and a half, that he had come on a tramp steamer from Liverpool, that when be had no dancing' job he worked in Lurner'a comb and brush factory, around the corner. He gave the Ser geant several references. He lived two blocks away. "All right, you can go home," said Darden. "But don't change Sour job or your address without :tting me know. Don't try any lamming." "Any what, sir?" "Dont try to get away." "Why should I try to get away?" There waa injured innocence and a shade of mischief, too, in Roger's voice. "Fin rather enjoying being blackguarded by the police. If you'd only arrest me the prize windfall of a generation ! 'Zulu Dancer Held in Gem Theft Murder I Swell, as too say! Dont yon agree?' "Yon beat it," growled the Ser geant "Or l u put you where yon wont have room for Zulu dancing." Darden, weary and depressed, followed him into the ball and watched him depart. Then the Ser geant went upstairs, slowly and thoughtfully. In the hallway above he met Price Merriam. There was a sound of sobbing from the library. "What's going on in there?" he inrraired of Merriam. "It's the girL Miss darken. She's crying. Cant yon talk to her soon. Sergeant, so sne may go nomei" "I'd be crying, too, if I were a friend of this bird Thurber. Tell her IH see her in a minute or two." Something impelled Darden to go up for a final inspection of the room from which the body of Violet Elder bank had been removed. The police man was still on guard there, silent and impassive. He nodded to Dar den but did not speak. The Sergeant was preoccupied. He roamed about the room with his head thrust out in its oddly chronic attitude of listening, but he was looking as well, and very minutely. He drew out his flashlight to aid him at the canopied bed. Its four posts upheld a silken canopy of Did you eer lose a prejudice? It Is rather a pleasant experience. Not unlike losing a sore throat. Except a great defeat, noth ing is so sad as a great victory. Wellington. 1 A feller told me the other day of another feUer who, he said, had lost his sense of proportion. The phrase, which we meet fre quently in books, has always been somewhat puzzling to me. So I asked him what he meant. He said he wasn't entirely certain what he meant; he used the term more because he liked the feel of It In his vocal apparatus than for any other reason. "Bat here, said he, "is sort o the way it looks to me a man may be said to have lost his sense of proportion when unimportant things look import ant to him and important things look-like they alnt worth paying any attention to. When a man gets into that fix. the result is that the only place he gets to Is nowhere and the only thing he accomplish' es Is nothing. Which, perhaps, is about the size of It. - George Arliss hi 17 years old. W. C Fields ia Q. Mr. Blinks he says he thinks Th warnings of nature heed ing That eyesight bam has saved him from. A heap of worthless reading. And there is a little comfort la that maybe. -The season Is' backward. Little significance necessarily attaches to a backward season or to a back ward anything else. E Tusk went to a fire one night with his trow sera that way, but he showed up for- breakfast ia his usual good order at the regular time. blue, studded with stars sewn in gold. - The. Sergeant with an exclama tion drormed to one knee and trained hia flashlight on an nndereoverlet lot haby blue, tinted to match the Wecarsiion of the room. The outer spread had been disarranged in the removal of Violet Elderbank'shody, and the coverlet exposed beneath it now revealed a mark that interested Darden Intensely. . Oa the otherwise spotless fabric was a broad . black smear as of soot, or perhaps burnt cork. - Darden took the steps downward three at a boomL Ht saw two policemen still on ruard at the stoop outside. "That chap who Just left," queried Darden swiftly, "the one who gave the name of Duane which way did he xo?" He went next door," repued. one ef the officers. "Went in the base-4 meat entrance two-eixty-etght is the number." "Good. See that he doesnt come out. Dont let anybody out until I get the house covered. I'm going to pin a couple of tails, on this fel low Duane." "Yes. sir," said the officer. "We've got yon protected." Darden telephoned for more plainclothes men, but Detective Mabry returned just as he replaced the receiver. "Pleased to meeteha. said Dar den: with ardor. "What tuck with the phone people, Mabry?" "That fellow waa right.'" replied the detective. "Thurber. I mean. He used the public shone in the hall next door, all right he or some body did call clicked en eleven minutes past twelve." Hml Well, mavbe so." ad mitted Darden. "But that gave him plenty of time to beat it up to his apartment and phone there at twenty-one minutes past twelve. But why did he do that?" "Afraid people would hear him talking in the hall downstairs, may be. He didn t mind if anybody heard him call his office, but when he called Mrs. Elderbank's private number " "That's true. He knew this chap valcour waa downstairs, probably hoped he'd be overheard that office call was a sort of an alibi. But Valcour says be didn't hear any body telephoning." "Then Valcour lied, or wasn't listening, or couldn't hear from where he waa because somebody used that phone at twelve-eleven and called the Amalgamated Press office." "Damnation 1" muttered Darden. "There's a lot of ins and outs to this funny business." He told Mabry about his new discovery in Mrs. EI derbank'a bedroom. "That dancer I" exclaimed Mabry. "No wonder you want the eye on him, Sergeant.- He was in on it, too that looks like a cinch! Who else would have smeared the bed- ekthing with black that way? Made up with burnt cork and brushed against the bed. Any finger-prints besides? "Not that I could find, and I wont bother Nobley again until to-morrow. What I want you to do, Mabry, is to cover the house next door until I get relief for you. Duane is your meat. Got a good look at him, did you?" "Sure. IH know him." "Go to it. then. He lives couple blocks away, and he probably went in next door to chin with somebody. It'a a night and day job. Ill give you plenty of help. Sergeant Darden went to the B brary to interview Marjorie darken. She looked a lorn figure in the huge, deserted room, now doubly desolate in its post-party disorder. In the excitement following the news of the murder, chairs had been overturned, floral decorations scat tered, other articles knocked askew, and the shield and spear which Roger Duane had used in his dance lay where he had dropped them. Marjorie defiantly stopped cry ing when bergeant Darden con fronted her. "Well, are you ready to take me to jam sne oemanoea cuttingly "Arent yoe just sure 1 killed Mrs. Elderbank? "I am not sure of anything now. Miss darken." aaid the Sergeant coldly, "except that your friend Mr. Thurber 1 telephoned Mrs. Elder bank to call her to her room to night, that she waa murdered there, and Mr." Thurbers finger-prints were found at the scene of the murder." Marjorie stamped her foot In- dimantly. "That, isnt true." she cried. "Mr. Thnrber was here in this room, with me the whole time " "And that certainly lsnt true, Misa Clarken. . By his own admis sion he went next door to telephone. Just about the time Mrs. Elderbank was murdered." "Oh did he?" said Marlorle a little hopelessly. "He didn't tell me." "He didnt tell you where he was going, naturally." "But if he went next door he cer tainly did not go upstairs to Mrs. aUderbank's bedroom. That is utter ly absurd, and yon know it." "It will not seem so absurd to yon when you see the evidence. Miss Clarken. An automatic register at the telephone exchange has re corded the call which tricked Mrs. Elderbank into going upstairs where she was killed and the call came from your friend Mr. Thur ber S apartment, next door. The register is something that doesn't lie. Miss Clarken. And finger prints do not be, either." "Irs its impossible cried Mar jorie desperately, "Why should he want to telephone Urn. EUderbank, when he was right here with her?' . "Why should he want to steal her fewehv. Misa Clarken? Per- i haps you can tell me that." Ton cant help being brainless. Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, but you can help being insulting." Darden chuckled. "Oh! insult ing, am II I suppose Mr. Thurber was a perfect gentleman when he killed this woman?" Marjorie's blue eves blazed with hatred, but she did not reply. "Did he need money? the Ser geant hammered. "Less desperately than yon need intelligence, I am sure." "Were you engaged to be married to him?" "That is none of your business." "Didn't make much money on this newspaper job of his. did he? Try ing to do society on a hundred a week, was htl" "Ask him yourself." "You're not very anxious to help him by helping me are you?" "I am anxious to go home and I propose to go there that, or you may take me to jail. Please your self." Darden's tone softened. "I have no wish to take you to Jail. Misa Clarken. You haven't done any thing; Fm perfectly sure of that. But if your friend Thurber isnt guilty you ought to be willing to do your part toward proving it." "Til prove it and 111 prove you're an ignorant bungler. You're a high-handed lout, and you'll pay for your stupidity dont forget that." "Are you by any chance threat ening me. Miss Clarken?" "I am warning you. My father has money, and he makes no bonea about using it. He has influence enough to crush yon by batting an eyelash hell clean out your whole miserable police-department if he has a mind to." "That won't be news," said Dar den cheerfully. "We wouldn't be comfortable if we . didn't have a shake-up every few weeks. I'm likely to be waErinp post ever in Brooklyn next month, for all I can teQ. But that wont help your boy friend Thurber if h,e's guilty and I can prove it. The richer they are the harder they fall, lady, when the good old public pack gets 'em up a tree. You see, the rich mustn't threaten the poor, lady. It makes the poor see red. And the poor make up the mob, which is a terrible beast to have after you." (To Be Continued) OwrtlH. IM4. kf Edata B. Tarcanaa PHtrtbetat r S3nc fMHia Sierfhata. laa. Bits for Breakfast By R. J. HENIJlflCKS i One bears frequently In the talk going on hereabouts the term "back home", but. beyond a feel ing of sentiment it has, I think, no significance. : - (Tarn to page 9) The lower Astor fort 4 on the Willamette was at Chewewe: location known: - (Continuing from yesterday:) Follow excerpts from the Alexan der Henry journal for Wednesday, Jan. 26, 1814: "At 3 a. m. we embarked. (Meaning they left the lower Wil lamette fort.) We heard the noise of the falls about 15 miles off that is to say, about three miles above Pudding river . . .At 11 we came to the portage, (pre sent Oregon City), where we met our Yamhilla on their way back, loaded with stinking dried salm on. (They had met there a small company of Yamhill Indians when they were on the way up.) "We proceeded down to the Clowewaha village, where we landed trn perceived. (This was one of various tribes of the Mult nomah mentioned by Lewis and Clark.) S "We heard dreadful lamenta tion in that end of the house which had been occupied by the late chief- On learning of our ar rival, the noise ceased, and every one came out oa the bank. I de sired to measure this range of houses, but the enormous plies of excrements which lay along It de terred me; I supposed it to be at least 300 feet long. The Inside, near the fire, where they sit and sleep, was tolerably eleaa and spread with mats. I observed a trough which contained urine, ft being eustonury to urinate in this trough during the night and wash themselves fa ft' In the mornlag. Urine is also used in dressing their war garments and - other leather. The houses are snnk not more than one foot In the ground. (Rather large house for Indiana. Lewis and Clark found such, too, on the Willamette.) "The women appeared to me more comely and fair than any I had seen' before la this Quarter. The men seemed much affected with sore eyes, and, Uke.aU the other tribes below the falls of the Columbia, have scabby arms, legs, ramps, and bodies, on account of their tllthy manner of living, their bad food,. and the incessant rain fnr at IassI six months In tha.vear . - "la this village X observed some very stout' men, but no taU ones. The dress of the women combines that of all the other tribes. . . I saw several robes of gray squirrel, Virginia fox, loup-cervier and ti ger skins. (Loup-cervier, French for lynx.) . . . The Yam hills, it seems, had told these Indians they Intended to drive our people from the river, and we were asked if we were an coming down; but we told them not. "We bought three dogs, some nuts, and camas. and then set off. Several canoes arrived at the vil lage, some from below and others coming down the Clackamas river. (He said Clukemes river.) "At 5 n. m. we put ashore for the night. A wooden canoe with two women and a man passed up, deeply loaded with smelt; they of fered to sell for blue beads, which may be considered as cash here. I bought a bushel tor the men, who feasted on chevreuil, fat dog. dried salmon, camas, and nuts. I had embarked three deer to take to Fort George, and two for. the men, so that there was-no want of provisions." (Chevreuil, as said before Is French for male deer.) The reader should know that, with the Lewis and Clark expedi tion, the Astors, the North West ers and other early trappers and explorers, "fat dog" was a pre ferred meat. a "W Quoting further: "Jan. 27. At 12:30- a. ml we embarked, and soon met a canoe in which were Messrs. W. Wallace and D. Mc Gtllia oa their way np the Willam ette, to bring down Grand Nepis- angue (Nlpisslng), who is sup posed to - be skmtul In curing wounds for Mr. A. staart's trou ble him very mack. (This was William Wallace, of the Wallace prairie fort; near the site of Sa lem. Alexander Stuart of the North Westers bad been badly wounded (left for dead) in an In dian fight at the cascades of the Columbia. Grand Nipissing was the Indian banter at the lower As tor fort on the Willamette who was supposed to hare skin In cur ing: wounds.) Later on we found some natives raising their stur geon .lines;, they invited us to go ashore and trade sturgeon, which we did, paying for each according to size, 25, 20, 15, 10 or 5 grains of blue beads of the second size. The insides of these Indians' hous es were fulL .of smelt, drying, hanging by the- heads to poles. Canoes were seen in every direc tion, and we passed Beveral par ties tented on the beach, who had heaps of sturgeon and canotees of smelt, (Canotier is French for bargeman. He no doubt meant barge loads of smelt.) At 9 we passed Mt. Coffin, and at 11 Oak Point, where we saw several very large sea lions; we fired at one but missed him, although - not more than 40 paces off. The number of guTls and other birds that feed on fish was surprising; seals were very numerous also, and we saw a very large shoal of sea hogs (porpoises.) About & p. m. we arrived at Fort George. (It had been Fort George for a month and IS days, changed from Fort Astoria.) This taking excerpts from Al exander Henry's journal might, with much present - interest, be considerably extended. He gave a good picture of conditions ac Fort George; told of the prepar ations for the departure of the As torians from that fort on April 4. 1814, making up a party of 90 in 10 boats, according to Franchere's book. He told of the "first white Jane" on the Columbia, as related in this column in the issues of March 22-2-4, 1932, of which a little more on Tuesday. For May 18, 1814, Henry's journal contain ed the worda: "Conlah (Co mo wool), the Clatsop chief, showed me his writing from Captains Lewis and Clark." All students of history know that Lewis and Clark, when about to leave Fort Clatsop in 1 80S, made several copies -of a list of their names, posted a eopy on the tort they were leaving, having presented it to Chief Com o wool, and gave oth er copies to several natives. Com owool showed Henry two copies. The. day before he was drowned, Henry made for his Journals a copy of one of them, and threw the other one in the fire. Cones, editor of the Journals, wrote: "The carious thing is that it is the only one ... which bears an absolute date of Itself. Some of the other copies came to light in virions and mysterious ways. This is a grippingly interesting histor ical incident linking the Lewis and .. , Clark explorations with those of the Astors and Nonb Westers. (Concluded on Tuesday.)
