The Portland daily press., 1877-07-23
MONDAY MORNING. JULY ss.

called of God to build up new Jerusalem in
the Holy Land, aud thus establish Gods king
dom on earth. They landed in Jaffa built q
little village from the lumber in their bark,
and then after while found themselves with
out money, without work and without food in
strange land. The miserable failure of this
absurd scheme is matter of history: While
the colony were starving in the Holy Land the
quaker City with the Innocents Abroad
dropped anchor in Jaffa, and let it never be
forgotten by the people of Maine that one OF
these Innocents, Moses Y. Beach, Esq, of
New York, seeing their deplorable condition,
paid the expense of transporting their colony
back to Maine, handing to the u. S. Consul
at Jaffa his check for $500 gold for the pur-
pose. After giving us an account of the
colony, the fellow by the Roadside added: 'The
fact was the time of the restoration hadn't
come, and we weren't Jews, and that's all
there is about it.
At noon some spirits of the air caught the
great gray blanket of fog by the corners and
lifted it Just little from the face of the deep.
Our hearts rose with the fog. Instantly tie
able seaman pulls ashore for pilot. An old
sea dog and his son are found rocking in dory.
Sam Smith and Sam Smith, DR., are their
names. Sam is engaged as pilot, and Sam,
Jr., is commissioned to pull home in the dory
get under way in a small dory and follow us to
Little River. No sooner, however, are these
arrangements completed, and the dory out of
sight, than our friends, the spirits of air afore-
said, let go their hold and down fops the gray
fog blanket on sea and land. Sam, ST., imme-
diately begins to worry about Sam, Jr, so we
allow Sam pere to run home and see Sam fills
once more. and as we have nothing to do but
wait the pleasure of his Supreme Majesty King
Fog we accompany Sam the aged.
We pull ashore on BeaPs island which we
cross by path between scattered fshermen's
houses To every house is attach ed little
barn, and in every barn boat was building
We cross guzzle hole left by the ebbing tide
toAllen' slsland and trailing through swampy
wood recah the other side of The island and the
open sea. Here on the very verge of the ocean,
where the spray must dash over his roof,
stands the pilots cabin. Cabin is no figure
of speech, for the pilots house is the cabin of
brig wrecked on reef hard by. When the
brig went to pieces Sam saved the cabin, and
with the help of his friends and windlass
hauled it up the beach, and here established
his home. In this wild lone spot lives Sam
Smith. the pilot his wife and seven children,
happy as bugs in rug. Their farm consists of
scant half acre of soil between the cliffs.
Here Sam raises his potatoes, for the rest he
depends on the bounty of the mighty sea which
surges about his door. Sam, the younger, was
not at home; he had come and gone, sailing
away into the fog in his little craft
Now the fog scales again.. gun from the
yacht booms over the island, and speaks the
impotence of the Princess to be off. We
hastily retrace our steps through wood and by
shore and find the pilot craft with Sam, Jr.,
grinning, on board, safely moored by the side
of the Princess. Get underway at p M,
and with faint southerly air and favoriug
tide sail out of Moose-a-bec beach, close by
followed by Sam, Jr., in his little schooner, to
which we have given the brevet rack of ''the
brig"
As we drift along the fog lifts before US, and
soon against the crags of Spruce island we
descry the masts and spars of a brig rolling
heavily in the surf-a victim of the fog. Sail
and row boats are hurrying to the wreck from
every direction. We pass close by her and
read the name on her stern, ELLEN M. Mitch.
ell, Machas." She evidently struck head Cd
and her jib boom, bow spirit and figure head
were broken off against the wall of the cliff
before her keel struck the rocks. She was full
of water, and her decks awash. Her bottom
must have been stove in for the seas spurted
up through the open matches. She was rolling
heavily, and at each roll her ore-top-gallant
mast trembled and surged as if about to topple
over On the cliff were gathered the sailors.
They were sitting around fire and about
them were piled their chests and diddy bags
and other valuables saved from the wreck. A
party from the Princess consisting of the
Commodore, General and Surgeon at once
pulled ashore to render any assistance in their
power. Nothing however, could be done un-
til the tugs, which had been telegraphed for,
should arrive. The crew of the Life Saving
Station at Jonesport were on the ground and
many fishermen and farmers from the neigh
boring islands. One of these latter worthless
said to companion, "By .goly, just look at
that fore cabin, will you. Isn't that bully
one, just what want for my hens"
The Princess drifts on through the sunset.
across beautiful bay, around spruce crowned
point, and drops anchor in Lakeman's Harbor.
an island bound lakelet of the sea.
WANDERER.