The Portland daily press., 1881-10-19
harp-I have forgotten wbich-saunters, muses.
and listens to that grand instrument

harp-I have forgotten wbich-ssunters, muses.
and listens to that grand Instrument
"Hhieh sings
| The deep, profound. eternal bass ia natures
l them
And makes music such as pleased the car of God"
a wonderful, healthy, quiet, orderly and relig-
ious place, it will yet become popular sum
mer sanitarium. What safe place for sailing
on the bay and up the Baeaducs river What
safe and successful fishing for the lover of ps-
catorisl sportl What happy hours has the
\ writer spent in a dory on these waters, casting
| the dAsD lead without getting a bitel 1t was
| fishing, nevertheless and dreaming all the
same. o ye head toilers, with weary brain and
shattered nerves, and unstrung spirit-harp, go
| to Castinel There, with some private family,
in roony and comfortable mansion, with
| good, wholesome food, free from fashion, folly
and noise, at . dollar day, recuperatei
Rich in tho romance Of history is this an
eient town. Look yonder There come sweep
ing around the point three or four strange look
ing craft with high stem and stern, filed with
a crowd of peculiar looking beings shouting
and gesticulating to the wondering savages on
the shore. Dropping their anchors, they swan
to land. These are the adventurous Vikings,
he Northmen, and that was A. ID 1000 They
secured along this coast down as far as the
Vineyard Isles.
The scene changes. Look againl 1t is now
1905. Three small ships pass the point coming
rom the east and hold their course straight
on mp the bay aud find the mouth Of great
river, which they call Pemtagoe now Penob-
scot. 1t is the famous Champlain.
Once more the scene changes, and 8 small
vessel with some sober looking men sail into
the hArbor, aud, after la iding, commence the
nofa loo Thair hall and
and puneheons Of rum are unloaded. and the
plymouth Company''-put ont their shingle
and invite the natives to trade II is 1926
Lookl Yonder comes around that magic
point a flag with the lilies of France at the
mast head of an armed galleon. The soldiers
land, break up the Pilgrims shop, and carry
off the stock. 1t is 1855. These Frenchmen
build fort and commence housekeeping.
harkl Guns are heard in the distance, and
the dull echoes roll over the waters OF the bay
and die away among the hills. 1t is the brave
Captain Girling, who, with his ship, the
Great Hope and crew of twenty men with
the renowned Miles Standish on board, has en-
gagged for seven hundred pounds of beaver 70
drive the ''pdrLez UOus' out Of Castine, and re-
instats the Plymouth traders. But with true
Chinese strategy he commenced firing his own
gun as soon as he got into the bay, aud when
he came in sight OF the fort found his powder
exhausted and sailed back safely to Plymouth.
Oliver Crom well appears in my rambling
dream, not in person, but by his representative
Major Sedgwick, in 1864 He sailed into this
war-vexed harbor, and drove out the French.
to be again restored By the treaty Oh Breda In
1861.
Now comes from Canada in lace aud feath-
ers, the Baron Jean Vincent de St, Castin aud
the old name Pemtagoet gives place TO the
more euphoDious Castine With true French
poIicy. he takes to wife tho lovely daughter OF
The great Penobscot chief, MadockaHondo,
thus securing forever the friendship OF the ma
tives. There she comes around that wonder,
revealing point, in all her paint, Ieateers ana
beads, with hundred birch canoes and the
whole tribe OF the Tofratims in her train.
Right here where we are sitting she lands,
with salvos of artillery and rolling drums.
Mark her queenly carriage and graceful move
ments as she advances up the DanK 10 meet
her lord.
Now comes crowd of Catholic priests and
Jesuits, and Castiie becomes the headquarters
of the missionary operations among the lnqt-
ana, and plottings against the English settle
ments in Maine.
In 1858 Gov. Andres came from Boston in
the frigato Rose and stole and carried away
all the goods foupd in the Baron's track house;
Bat the Massachusetts, Governor disavowed
the act, bat kept the beaver. Looki A vessel
is sailing out Of the harbor, bearing the noted
Baron, weary OF savage life, who now returns
tn the gay salons of the volnptuous city OF Par
is Q701.
On he plains OF Abraham Wolfe settled the
question OF French occupancy in this region,
and an English fleet sails into their haroor
takes possession Of the old fort, and greatly en-
lsrges and strengthens it. Then comes boat
load OF men from the little settlement al BAN
eor- and | see among them my maternal
grandfather, Jacob Dennet-who are required
to give certain number of days labor up
ON this fort. I see spruce young ofhcef, IN
scarlet and gold, directing the movements OF
these men, and then, after few years glide Dy
see him on the field Of Corunna, IL Spain,
embar king his troops ia the presence OF Soult,
and Massena A French cannon ball tears his
arm from his shoulder, and ends MS career oil
glory and gore; aud then hear the sad wail7of
the poet over Sir John Moore
ssNor drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
As his to ths ramparts We hurried;
Not soldi or discharged farewell shot
Ger the grave where our hero was buried.
Five naval battles have been fought in this
splendid bay; thousands of birch canoes have
glided over It's surface; mon of all nationalities
have visited this spot; thousands Of savages
from hundred tribss have gathered here Tor
council and supplies; for two hundred and sew
enty five years this enchanting spot has
ssTea is ready, sir" said a soft, womanly
voice, and start up from the lounge where L
have been resting while this historic panorama
has floated past, TO find myself in the dwelling
of Rev. G. G. Winslow and his accomplished
wife.