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centre at the junction of the Columbia and the Snake should not be lost sight of even to-day.
The lighter-hued water of the Snake was pretty well churned into the flood of the Columbia at the end of a mile, leaving a faint suggestion of...
2004-08-23
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salient details of the story straight, but neglected to explain that the two virgins were mountains. The result was that the unlucky priest narrowly missed excommunication for saving his life at the expense of breaking his vows. I got no affidavit...
2004-08-23
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was the delay and uncertainty sure to be attendant upon lining that was the principal factor in deciding me to try the latter course. Also, I knew that there was an open channel all the way through, and that the rapid was a comparatively broad and...
2004-08-23
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luggage aft. Half-inflated, the rubber-lined jacket was no handicap in rowing, and the tube hung ready to receive more air if necessity arose. As for the trim, it had been my snap judgment at the last moment that it would be better to give the...
2004-08-23
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pool-room "stove-decorators" refused to believe I had come through the rapid until I described it to them. Then they said it was better to be a lucky darnfool on the Columbia than an unlucky school-teacher.
"School-teacher," it appeared, was the...
2004-08-23
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mile or more, but not enough to make much of a respite from the oars if I was going to make the fifty miles I had set for my day's run. I was still ten miles short of that at four o'clock when a drizzling rain setting in from the south-west...
2004-08-23
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The river narrowed sharply above Rock Creek, and, standing on a thwart as the skiff drifted down, I saw that the rapid dropped away in a solid stretch of white foam tumbling between black basaltic walls. There was a good, stiff fall, but it was...
2004-08-23
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Squally Hook. What had been a gentle ten-miles-an-hour breeze on the river above began resolving itself into a succession of fitful gusts of twenty or thirty as I approached the rock-walled bend. Even a steady head-wind makes steering awkward in...
2004-08-23
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rounded out complete. From the foot of Squally Hook Rapids to the head of Indian Rapids is about three miles. The water became ominously slack as I neared what appeared to be a number of great rock islands almost completely barring the river. It...
2004-08-23
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ing arm that caught my back-cast eye. He was pointing just ahead of me, and down—evidently at something in the water.
Then I saw it too—a big black funnel-shaped hole down which a wide ribbon of river seemed to be taking a sort of a spiral...
2004-08-23
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of course, out of the question. I simply slid off backwards on to the bottom and wriggled forward in a sitting position until I felt my spine against the thwart. That brought her nose out of the clouds, and she settled down still farther when,...
2004-08-23
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at the moment of my advent because her newly-born brindle bull calf—her really-truly very own—wouldn't take nourishment properly. Now as luck would have it, teaching a calf table-manners chanced to be one of the few things I knew about...
2004-08-23
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Gate—the third gorge of that hackneyed name I had encountered since pushing off from Beavermouth. Possibly it was because I was fed-up with the name and all it connoted that I avoided this channel ; more likely it was because Romance was at the...
2004-08-23
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of rock-reefs which, until I drew near them, seemed to block the way completely. It was a sinuous course I wound in threading my way through the ugly basaltic out-croppings, but the comparatively slow water robbed it of any menace. Once clear of...
2004-08-23
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when I waved her money-bag aside and told her to keep her chickamon to spend on the movies, she came and patted me affectionately on the shoulder, repeating over and over "Close tum-turn mika!" And that, in Chinook, means : "You're very much all...
2004-08-23
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cess in getting away with this dare-devil stunt was Captain James Troup, perhaps the greatest of all Columbia skippers. Professor W. D. Lyman gives the following graphic account of a run through the Dalles with Captain Troup, on the D. S. Baker,...
2004-08-23
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Image captions; WENATCHEE UNDER THE DUST CLOUD OF ITS SPEEDING
AUTOS (above)
HEAD OF ROCK ISLAND RAPIDS (below) --page break-- Roos took the steering paddle in the stern, and I continued rowing from the forward thwart. All of the luggage was...
2004-08-16
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Image captions: WE COOKED OUR BREAKFAST IN THE GALLEY OF THE WRECK OF THE "DOUGLAS"
A ROCKY CLIFF ABOVE BEVERLY --page break-- Cabinet Rapids, which we could hear rumbling a mile below. "Not if you try to push them out of the river the way...
2004-08-17
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Image captions: "IMSHALLAH" IN THE LOCK AT FIVE-MILE
"IMSHALLAH" HALF WAY THROUGH THE CELILO CANAL --page break-- ing before she went to teach the young idea how to shoot. There is no lock at the head of the Celilo Canal, but a gate is...
2004-08-23
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forcing a very considerable reduction of railway freight rates. That alone is said to have saved the shippers of eastern Oregon and Washington many times the cost of this highly expensive undertaking.
I pulled at a leisurely gait down the Canal,...
2004-08-24
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CHAPTER XIV
THE HOME STRETCH THE DALLES was the largest town I touched on the Columbia, and one of the most attractive. Long one of the largest wool-shipping centres of the United States, it has recently attained to considerable importance as...
2004-08-24
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ing and pant-ed, and announced that she was ready. Picking up a few odds and ends of food at the nearest grocery, we went down to the dock, where I launched and loaded up Imshallah in time to push off at ten o'clock. I had, of course, given up all...
2004-08-24
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river. The consequence of taking that buffet on the beam was quite a merry bit of a mix-up. The shower-bath of blown spray and the dipping under of the lee rail were rather the least of my troubles. What did have me guessing for a minute, though,...
2004-08-24
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to go on with her review of "The Great Hunger ;" but she replied her own was more insistent, and reminded me that I hadn't served lunch yet. Well, rain-soaked biscuit and milk chocolate are rather difficult to take without a spoon; but a pound of...
2004-08-24
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Of all the sinister landscapes I ever saw—including the lava fields of a good many volcanoes and a number of the world's most repulsive "bad lands"—that which opened up to me as I tried to head in beyond that hard-striven-for point stands...
2004-08-24
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