According to an Indian tradition

  • Between the Dalles and the Cascades the river is like a lake a mile or two wide, lying in a valley, or canyon, about three thousand feet deep.  The walls of the canyon lean well back in most places fake oakleys, and leave here and there small strips, or bays, of level ground along the water's edge.  But towards the Cascades, and for some distance below the, the immediate banks are guarded by walls of columnar basalt, which are worn in many places into a great variety of bold and picturesque forms, such as the Castle Rock, the Rooster Rock, the Pillars of Hercules, Cape Horn, etc., while back of these rise the sublime mountain walls, forest-crowned and fringed more or less from top to base with pine, spruce, and shaggy underbrush, especially in the narrow gorges and ravines, where innumerable small streams come dancing and drifting down, misty and white, to join the mighty river.  Many of these falls on both sides of the canyon of the Columbia are far larger and more interesting in every way than would be guessed from the slight glimpses one gets of them while sailing past on the river, or from the car windows.  The Multnomah Falls are particularly interesting, and occupy fern-lined gorges of marvelous beauty in the basalt.  They are said to be about eight hundred feet in height and, at times of high water when the mountain snows are melting fake oakley sunglasses, are well worthy of a place beside the famous falls of Yosemite Valley.

    According to an Indian tradition, the river of the Cascades once flowed through the basalt beneath a natural bridge that was broken down during a mountain war, when the old volcanoes, Hood and St. Helen's, on opposite sides of the river, hurled rocks at each other, thus forming a dam.  That the river has been dammed here to some extent, and within a comparatively short period, seems probable, to say the least, since great numbers of submerged trees standing erect may be found along both shores, while, as we have seen, the whole river for thirty miles above the Cascades looks like a lake or mill-pond.   On the other hand, it is held by some that the submerged groves were carried into their places by immense landslides.

    Much of interest in the connection must necessarily be omitted for want of space.  About forty miles below the Cascades the river receives the Willamette, the last of its great tributaries.  It is navigable for ocean vessels as far as Portland cheap oakleys, ten miles above its mouth, and for river steamers a hundred miles farther.  The Falls of the Willamette are fifteen miles above Portland, where the river

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    , coming out of dense woods, breaks its way across a bar of black basalt and falls forty feet in a passion of snowy foam, showing to fine advantage against its background of evergreens.

    Of the fertility and beauty of the Willamette all the world has heard oakley sunglasses.  It lies between the Cascade and Coast Ranges, and is bounded on the south by the Calapooya Mountains, a cross-spur that separates it from the valley of the Umpqua.