trail, is a nine boulevarded park crowned with a monument to Lewis and Clark. From this point the eye is regaled by a view rarely equaled anywhere and surpassed nowhere, except, perhaps, at Council Crest, lying some distance back of and above the city and reached by a most delightful drive, as the writer can attest by experience. Looking to the north, Mount Rainier, 14,532 feet high, peeps above the horizon, white and dazzling; a little to the right, but near at hand, rises the beautiful white cone of Mount St.
Astoria, Oregon, and Tongue Point.
Helens, 9,750 feet in height; farther away again and to the northeast rises in its great, white, monumental grandeur Mount Adams, 12,250 feet high; to the east, and sixty miles distant, but seemingly, in the clear atmosphere, nearer six miles away, stands Mount Hood, the peculiar joy and glory of Oregonians. Mount Hood, 11,225 feet high, and white, immaculately so, with its glaciers and snow fields, is one of the most fascinating sights in the world, and this alone is worth a journey across the continent to see. But farther south another white, snow-blanketed
