Such is the Legend of The Dalles,—a legend not without a moral.
CHAPTER IV
The Land of Many Leagues
T was a very "typical" stagecoach. That is, it was typical of the style Broadway would have expected in the production of a Girl of the Golden West or The Great Divide. Very comfortably you may still see them in moving picture land—a region where the old West lives far woolier and wilder than it ever dared to be in actual life.
However, this stage was neither make-believe nor comfortable. It was very real and very comfortless. The time was six years ago and the place the one hundred miles of worse than indifferent road between Shaniko and Bend, in Central Oregon.
"Do you chew?" asked the driver.
I who sat next to him, plead innocence of the habit.
"Have a drink?" said he later, producing a flask. And again I asked to be excused.