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Easter The Rebirth of Hope :
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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
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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:
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(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.
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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.)