244 WHERE ROLLS THE OREGON 



It is not astonishing that in the middle of such 

 fields the farmers of Oregon are pulling down 

 their barns and building greater in their zeal to 

 make Oregon the biggest-barned State of the 

 Union. The heart of the Oregon farmer is in his 

 barn; he has not even tried yet to build for his 

 heart a house. 



But this is still true of farmers East as well as 

 West ; of merchants East as well as West ; as 

 Portland is true of cities East and West. Portland 

 is a typical American city, younger, that is all, 

 and ravishingly fair. Daughter of the river on 

 whose banks she stands, she is the destined bride 

 of the mountain that watches yonder and waits. 

 Hood is in no hurry. 



I look down from Council Crest upon the 

 growing city and see the present moment of my 

 country hurried, crowded, headlong — a time of 

 deeds and large and daring conquests, but with- 

 out sign of " that over-faint quiet which should 

 prepare the house for poets." Then I lift my eyes 

 to Hood, serene and soaring in the far-off Heaven, 

 and lo ! a vision of the future ! not the Mountain 

 that was God, but a summit that is song. 



Drink, O City of Roses, of the pure cold waters 



