Mount Hood, OR Mountain Climber Falls, Sep 1897



FREDERICK KIRN, a well known resident and groceryman of Portland, Ore., met with a terrible death on Newton Clarke glacier on the north slope of Mount Hood, one day last week. In the ascent of the mountain he strayed from the path and was caught by a mass of sliding rock, which carried him 300 feet down the steep side of the mountain to the brink of a cliff, over which he plunged to the rocks, 400 feet below.
KIRN left Portland last week and started to ascend the mountain without a guide. He had examined the road with his field glasses, he said, and would have no difficulty in following it all the way up.
He retired early and arose next morning at four o'clock, drinking a cup of coffee before he started on the climb, which he did at half past four, all alone.
When at night KIRN did not return, Mr. Langille, landlord of the Cloud Cap Inn, became alarmed for his safety and started in search of him. He soon found that he had good cause for his alarm. KIRN'S trail could be easily followed to within seven hundred feet of the summit. At that point it varied from the regular trail, which it had thus far followed, and led away to a treacherous rock covered district
near the head of Newton Clarke glacier. Here Mr. Langille discovered, to his horror, that the unfortunate man had been caught in a mass of sliding rock, which he had probably loosened with his feet, and had been carried with it swiftly to the brow of the precipice below, over which the furrows made in the snow by the small avalanche disappeared. Working his way cautiously and with the skill of the veteran mountaineer that he is to the edge of the cliff, Mr. Langille saw the body lying among the loose rock far below at the mouth of the glacier. KIRN'S death had been swift and terrible.
The body was recovered a few days later.

Daily Gazette Xenia Ohio 1897-09-08