Thursday, October 31, 1918
EASTERN CLACKAMAS NEWS
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i WHAT ARE YOl DOING FOR THE
BOYS OVER THERE?”
Just received another car load of Mill Feed and
Flour and are ready to supply your needs in
this line.
We carry a full line of Groceries at all times.
Highest market price paid for all farm produce.
WE SHIPPED A CAR OF LIVESTOCK THIS WEEK,
WILL SHIP AGAIN IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS. If you
have any stock to ship at this time, phone us.
The Walter Givens Company, Inc.
ESTACADA,
OREGON
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An Old French Town
in the Sixties
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It is surprising w hat a store of
recollections a man of middle age
possesses, in which he may find com
pensation for the loss of the vigor
and freshness of youth. With ad
vancing years, his memory becomes
like the screen in a moving picture
house, on which scene after scene is
throw n, and he can while away hours
in the glouming of life, which other
wise might be tedious, in reviewing
past events and associations. So
vivid and early are some of them,
that one may question whether any
impression made after self conscious
ness was attained, has been entirely
eradicated, though for years appnr
ently forgotten. C ertainly, some of
my memory's pictures must have
been made ere 1 had .passed out of
the early infant stage. These, of
course, are blurred, but yet, the more
iny mmd dwells on them , the more
they acquire detlnite shape and pro
portions. if a date can be assigned
lo them , they m ust have happened
between my second and third years.
It is possible, that my recollections
have been fortified by b< ing told
about them in later years, but still
some of them cannot be accounted
for, unless the im pression was made
at the time. Of late, I have been
amusing myself in running oft some
of my m em ory’s Aims, veritable mov
ing, talking pictures in natural col-
ms. A few of them , I beg to exhibit
to my readers.
Reel No. I.
The Town
The first reel shows the quaint, old
town of Boulogne sur mer, which is
situated on the northw est coast of
France, a little to the south of Calai3
and alm ost directly opposite to Folke
stone, on the English side of the
Channel. Here, there was then as
now, a num erous English colony,
with its English consul, English
chapels,
English doctors, English
schools and English library. The
shopkeepers catered to this elem ent,
and in many of the shop windows,
hung the fam iliar sign “ English
spoken here.”
The town stretches upw ards from
the harbor, to back of the hill over
hanging the shore, on which is situ
ated the oldest portion of the town,
’T h au te ville” i. e., the high or upper
town. T h is.is surrounded by ram-
. parts which while no longer neces
sary, are kept in repair and the
old city gates are closed and opened,
night and m orning as of yore. There
is a fine street known as la grande
rue. which leads down from the up
per town to the principal residence
and business sections, w harfs and
quay. As a vessel enters the harbor,
it receives a splendid view of the
town, which rises tier upon tier, with
the dome of the cathedral crowning
the whole.
The place was a favorite sum m er
resort and during the season, it was
thronged with a large influx of visit
ors, principally from England, be
cause it was w ithin easy distance and
the cost of living cheap. Throughout
the sum m er m onths, its life was very
gay, theatres, cafes, casino and other
attractions running full blast, with
the open air resorts crowded every
evening and all day Sunday.
One of the sights for visitors, was
the semi-weekly m arket, which was
held in the principal square of the
lower town. Here at a very early
hour on these days, the country peo
ple from all around, congregated
with their produce, fresh vegetables,
fruit, flowers, unsalted b utter w rap
ped in cool cabbage leaves, poultry
and eggs. The scene became very
anim ated and a babel of sounds arose,
as vendors called out to possible pur
chasers, or both bargained vocifer
ously and with much gusto and ges
ticulation, over the price. These
sim ple country folk were by no means
w ithout guile, and regarded the for
eigner ignorant of their language and
custom s, as their legitim ate prey.
Even with their regular custom ers,
they would chafTer and dicker, before
arriving at an understanding. Cus
tom and habit are strong and prob
ably both seller and buyer would
have missed their verbal tilt, if it had
been om itted.
A nother striking and picturesque
sight was afforded by the m ilitary.
At noon each day, from the barracks
in the upper town, would issue forth
several com panies of soldiers and
proceed to the lower town, in full
m artial array, with bugles sounding,
drum s beating, colors flying and arm s
shouldered. To my youthful eyes,
they seemed m ost imposing and in
vincible. Little did I or any one else
then dream how soon F rance’s proud
arm y would be hum iliated in the dust
a t Metz, G ravellote and Sedan. Its
bravery rem ained undim inished but
alas for its form er prestige, lost to
graft, unpreparedness and incom-
tency of those in high places.
Years have passed since then, and
many hidden things have come to
light. On whom or on what does the
blam e principally rest? Many causes
may be assigned, but the Anal analy
sis now shows, that to the am bition of
a woman and the unscrupulousness
of a statesm an, on opposing sides, the
ultim ate resposibility lies, for b ring
ing m atters to the issue of actual
war. The one died disgruntled in
enforced retirem ent, while the other
still living, has been described as
"the most pathetic figure in Europe.”
Reel No. II.
The Beach
The tide at Boulogne runs out for
hair n mile or more, leaving an ex
tensive beach of sm ooth, white sand,
which affords firm footing to the
pedestrian. This constitutes one of
the principal charm s of the place,
since a walk along the sea shore, pos
sesses a peculiar fascination. It fu r
nishes continual interest, as each re
ceding tide leaves fresh flotsam and
jetsam of seaweed, shells, driftw ood
and other curios of the deep. Here,
one can walk for miles at low tide,
around the indented coast and at each
turn find som ething new, to attra c t
the attention and arouse expectations
of possible treasuretrove.
The shore along the south side of
the harbor, is more rocky than th at
on the north, and therefore more
picturesque and interesting to sou
venir hunters. At each point of the
bay, along which Boulogne is situ at
ed, there are ruins of a fort, both of
which are at high tide, surrounded
by w ater, but can be reached when
the tide has ebbed. As late as Na
poleon B onaparte’s time, I believe,
these were in use. It was here, th at
he prepared a flotilla for the invasion
of England and prem aturely erected
a column to com m erm orate its suc
cessful accom plishm ent. The m onu
ment still stands, as a rem arkable,
historical Instance of counting chick
ens before they were hatched.
For the children, these sands made
an unrivalled playground and on fine
days, num bers of them with their
bonnes would resort thither to spend
hours digging, picking up shells or
in the surf or shallow pools. It
form ed a most healthful pastim e, as
both salt air and w ater possess tonic
qualities. Though the years, since I
form ed part of that child throng, are
over forty, I still rem em ber keenly
the enjoym ent I then experienced, as
I splashed in the w ater, stum bled
over the slippery rocks, poking into
their crannies after crabs, or tried to
grasp the elusive shrim p.
(To be Continued Next Week)