My brother and his family had a small farm (between Ridgefield and Battleground) 30 miles from the mountain and my sister in law always called it her mountain. She never liked as well after part of its side had blown out.

One night it was forecast that another blow was coming and it was raining. My brother and sister in law got out of bed in the middle of the night, went out to the pasture and herded the cows in. They knew if the pumice came down and mixed with the rain, it wouldn't do the cows much good.

After the mountain blew the first time, periodically, as Don said, it would gush again. Once I and some others parked on top of Bald Mountain out of Newberg and watched an eruption. That time it had the distinctive cauliflower activity.