Suddenly she cried out sharply to her sleeping sister, "Mary! Mary! wake up! we are nearing the falls, I hear them roar." "What is it, Liza?" she said sleepily. "O, wake up! we shall all be drowned, the men don't know what they are doing." The rudely awakened sleepers seemed dazed and did not make much outcry, but a strong young figure climbed over the mass of baggage and confronting the drunken boatmen, plead, urged and besought them, if they considered their own lives, or their helpless freight of humanity, to make for the shore. "Oh, men," she pleaded, "don't you hear the falls, they roar louder now. It will soon be too late, I beseech you turn the boat to shore. Look at the rapids beyond us!" "Thar haint no danger, Miss, leastways not yet; wots all this fuss about anyhow? No danger," answered one who was a little disturbed; the others were almost too much stupified to understand her words and stood staring at the bareheaded, black haired young woman as if she were an apparition and were no more alarmed than if the warning were given as a curious mechanical performance, having no reference to themselves. Repeating her request with greater earnestness, if possible, a man's voice broke in saying, "I believe she is right, put in men quick, none of us want to be drowned." Fortunately this penetrated their besotted minds and they put about in time to save the lives of all on board, although they landed some distance below the usual place. A little farther and they would have been past all human help. One of the boatmen cheerfully acknowledged the next day that if it "hadn't been fur that purty girl they had a' gone over them falls, shure." The other boat had a similar experience; it began to leak profusely before they had gone very far and would soon have sunk, had not the crew, who doubtless were sober, made all haste to land. My grandmother has often related to me how she clasped her little child to her heart and resigned herself to a fate which seemed inevitable; also of a Mrs. McCarthy, a passenger likewise, becoming greatly excited and alternately swearing and praying until the danger was past. An inconvenient but amusing feature was the soaked condition of the "plunder" and the way the shore and shrubbery thereon were decorated with "hiyu ictas," as the Chinook has it, hung out to dry. Finding it impossible to proceed, this detachment returned and took the mountain road. A tramway built by F. A. Chenoweth, around the great falls, afforded transportation for the baggage of the narrowly saved first described. There being no accommodations for passengers, the party walked the tramroad; at the terminus they unloaded and stayed all night. No "commodious and elegant" steamer awaited them, but an old brig, bound for Portland, received them and their effects.