The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-08-19
Che Rutlana Daily Globe.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 10, 1873.
Letter From Maine.

cdTln 81 DtdutIiul, Slc has ItiScu tnc ldlu-
scapcs, and brought her mountains and val
leys, her unreasonable lakes and winding
rivers, all of such wonderfully clear and
sparkling waters, together, in such wise, as
to gladden. the souls of all who have inn
planted within them, one spark of love for
the beautiful, the grand, and glorious in the
universe.
She hides among our granite hills, hooks
of such rare beauty that the traveller, who
chances to leave the beaten highways and
fall upon one, is struck with wonder and adj
miration.
Just such nook is this which she has
hidden among the hills of Oxford county,
Maine. will venture to say that there are
few which possess greater attractions to the
whole-souled lover of the beautiful. Other
scenes there may be, with more of grandeur
and sublimity, none with more of beauty.
Right through the centre of the township
for distance of six miles extends the love-
illness of lakelcts, with the clearest and
most sparkling of waters and the sweetest
and most musical Of old Indian names,
Pennesseewassec.
What may be the meaning of those rip
ping syllablcs cannot say. 1t is all that
is left to tell us of the swarthy race that
camped upon its shore and drew the shin
ing pickcrel from its sparkling waters.
Tradition tells us of an encampment of
Indians, probably, the last of their tribe,
on little point on the lake shore, which
ever since has borne the name of Sabattis'
Point 1t is probable that these were a
band which had wandered from the forests,
and hunting grounds of Canada and finally
settled here, for from what can be gathered
it was evident that they had been converted
to Catholicism.
Finally they faded away, following that
singular fatality to which the red man has
been doomed, before advancing civilization.
One old squaw was left, the last lone man
of the tribe. The oldest settlers preserve
legends of old Moll Ockclt. One l will
give as illustrating the cunning of this
quaint relic OF a long-vanished race. Moll
was Catholic and when her husband died,
like one of the faithful, she was anxious
that the soul of the departed one should be
released from Purgatory. Accordingly to
the priest she went. 1t would cost her
forty dollars to get him out; so said his
Reverence. Very well Moll would get it.
She set to work. earned her money and
went back to the priest. "Thcre is the
money. Now pray him out" she said show
ing the pile of silver to the greedy gaze of
the holy man, who directly set to work
praying for the defiant Indian. When he
ceased, old Mol said. "Iiim out now? Him
not in Purgatory no morc?' ''No," said
the priest hes safe now. Give me the
money" But old Moll was rather too
sharp for him, and gathered up the money
which she had laid down near her own
hand ''That's mine" said his Reverence
Give it to me, or pray him back"
mo, no." said Moll with chucklc, "my
husband know bctter'n that. Him get in
bad place, put down stakes. Him get out,
him never go back there gen. and she
walked away with her forty dollars clutched
tightly leaving the avaricious priest to his
own reflections.
Yesterday | climbed hill to see the sun
go down behind the White Mountains,
whose blue submits were outlined so grand
ly beautiful against the softly tinted sky of
la. Ial, Ca Ia; tI,
valley, the grand mountains and lesser hills
glorifcd in the purple and amber light Of
sunset, dotted with farmhouses, whose west
ern windows were all ablaze, and with
beautiful woodlands alternating with smooth
fields, undulating along their sides, and
sloping down to the shore of the lake, and
far in the west, more than forty miles away
that glorious range of New Hampshire
hills, all formed picture which no mortal
hand could paint, hung in memory's halls,
to gladden. my soul in future days when
she shall grow weary walking over some of
the treelcss world deserts, through which
nearly all souls must pass
Though the distance was great, owing to
the clearncss of atmosphere, the summit
house on Mt. Washington was plainly re.
vealed against the sky and away to the
south of this, the sharp cone of Kearsarge
stood out, the house upon its summit like
wise showing plainly to the naked eye
The village is located at the extremity of
the lake; is pretty little town, uncovered
in clms possesses quite number of stores,
two banks, one National and the other Il
Savings bank flour and paper mills and
shoe factory which has recently been built
at large expense, by a capitalist from Lynn,
Mass, two hotels; one of them the Beals
House, having been fitted up with all mod
ern conveniences, is now filled with sum
mcr boarders from the city.
To one who is in search of place to pass
the weeks of summer, where he may feast
his soul with delightful scenery, may re-
fresh his physical system, with draughts of
the purest, most invigorating air, and with
drives in score of directions, presenting a
varied landscape in score of aspects, each
seemingly more beautiful than the last, l
know of no place which could recommend
as so like to prove satisfactory in all re-
spects as this charming town of Norway,
situated fifty miles north of Portland, on
the Grand Trunk railroad, one mile from
South Paris station.
Cpxsr,r A haant;tul M, of n D.,