The Columbia River: Its History, Its Myths, Its Scenery, Its CommerceLyman, William Denison
History
The Columbia River: Its History, Its Myths, Its Scenery, Its Commerce
Lyman, William Denison
Columbia River; Columbia River -- Description and travel; Columbia River -- History
To view this great picture gallery of history and physiography, we may
have the choice of nearly every method of travel, horseback, afoot, by
team (though the waggon roads are not continuous), or by train, on either
bank. The river himself offers his broad back for any kind of craft.
Several swift and elegant steamers make daily trips between Portland and
The Dalles, passing through the Government canal and lock at the Cascades.
Launches, scows, sailing craft of almost every kind, are in constant
movement, loaded with every sort of commodity. Of all the means of
transit, however, we will, if you please, float down the stately stream in
our well-tried skiff. Independent as the Coyote god Speelyei when he used
to pass up and down the river, transforming presumptuous beasts or mortals
into rock at will, we will drift with the current, partaking of the very
life of the rich and multifarious nature about us. We can pause as we wish
on jutting crag or fir-crowned promontory or at the foot of spouting
cataract. We can camp for the night beneath some wide-spreading pine, and
breathe the balsamic fragrance of the "continuous woods." We can trace the
historic stages of bateaux or canoes or immigrant flatboats, and open and
shut the camera at will amid the open volumes of our heroic age of
discovery and settlement, or the yet vaster and grander epoch of Nature's
creative day. No palace car or even floating palace of steamer for us when
we can have two or three days of such unalloyed bliss in an open skiff
moving at our own sweet will.
We shall find here a marked change in the movement of the river as
compared with its prevailing character in the five hundred miles from the
British line to The Dalles. The impetuous might above has become
transformed into a slow and stately majesty. With the exception of the
five miles at the Cascades round which the canal passes, the river below
The Dalles is deep and calm, seldom less than a mile in width.
Of the almost numberless objects at which we level eye and camera, we can
here describe but few.
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