New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-07-15

A NEW RESORT.

THE ISLAND OF CAMPoBELLo-ITs SITUATION AND
SURROUNDINGS, BEAUTIES, RESOURCES AND
LEGENDS.
lrRoM AN OCCASIONAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE rRIBUNE.l
CAMPOBELLO, July S.-If the man who invents
new dish deserves the thanks of humanity should
surely bestow a still larger measure of gratitude on
the genius who discovers n summer resort. TO
the veteran pleasure seeker the old places be-
come hackneyed. Newport and Saratoga the
city over again, whsked away on a magic carpet to
a new location; the White Mountains and Mount
Desert are too crowded with cockney tourists;
even the Aairondacks have become stale. We long
for fresh pastures, and we find them in Campobelo,
where every prospect pleases, and where even man
is not as vile rs usual steamer leaving Portland
at p. III. will bring you o Eastport about 10 the
next morning, and as you sail up the beautiful
Passamaquoddy Bay the island of Campobello
stretches away your right, while far beyond you
see the cliffs of Grand Manan. A little steamer
takes you across to Wechpool in a few moments
and you are set down ut the gates of what was until
lately the estate of the Owen family but is now
owned by the Campobello Company, party of Bos
ton and New-York gentlemen, who are building a
hotel laying Out roads and improving the advan-
tages already provided by nature for making
CampObcllO one of the most charming watering
places in the world. 1t has everything watering
place should have, including history, Not to men,
ton legends of rates and their hidden treasures.
by Cypnase Southac, sad tobe an English cap
tain, though his name would not Indicate it, and in
1864 Sir Francis Bernard, Governor of the Colony
of Massachusetts Bay, sent John Mitchell out to
survey the st. CroX River by the aid of this map.
Campobello was then called PasSamaquoddy Island,
and was granted to Captain William Owen, of the
Royal Navy. in 1867. The Owen family have held
it ever since, and they gave it the pretty and ap-
prorriate title it still bears Two Admirals adorned
th.,f n,,I IN, Lou 9 .l,,fru
lam Fitzwilliam Owen, Captain Robinson Owen, who
took his wIfes name, was the last British owner of
Campobello. 1t formerly belonged to the jurisdic-
ton of Nova Scotia, but passed under that of New
Brunswick when the latter was established "a n
Province So much for its history and rs for its
legends, only the oldest nhabitant do full JUS
tce to them. One of them tells of strange wreck,
lying far up in little where no ship could be
stranded now. The rottIng timbers were old a cen
fury ago and, Strangcst of all there trace of
iron in their faStenings Thirty or forty tons was
the capacity of the little vessel and cannot help
wondering whether she were not of the ships that
bore the Mortimer hthcr, and whether the "Skclc-
ton in ArmOr" might not, rs living warrior, have
paced her m-washed decks More than fifty
years ago men who claimed to be the descendants of
buccaneers came over from Mt Desert where their
forefathcrs had settled, to dig the shores of Cam
pobe!lo for large iron chest full of Spanish doub-
looms whose description and position had been care
fully handed down for generations. Old Admiral
Owen found them at work. and they promised him n
third of the treasure when they sh ould find il, if he
would allow them to continue their search. Years
passed on and they sull looking for tie iron
chest The old Admiral had paSsedaway, and his SON
in-aw watching their labors. One day he rode
across the island to see how they were getting ON,
and they had gone. Only n deep excavation was
left, at the bottom of which, said Captain Robinson
Owen. was plainly to be the outlines of a large
iron chest, mar ked out by the that had covered
its sides But the treasure gone, and the pirates
and grandsons more to Herring Cove.
Now only curiously colorcd pebbles are he picked
mp on its shingly beach rainbow tinted or marked
with singular lines and strcaks.
You drive to Herring Cove through miles of spruce
and fir woods, the trees standing in scrrcd rows like
an army under review, and the air so loaded with
their spcy fragrance that II pcrvadcs the whole
island AMI browns the smell of the sea- Over tile
springy turf and under the dark green arches, and
among the sunny avenues Of The Younger trees one
drives on to Lake GenSevern, pretty little pond
about a mile long winding its sinuouS length inst
inside the pebbles of the beach and bright with The
reflections of the purple iris modelling on its banks
juttng out into the bay, where under the shadow of
the cliffs single pillar of stone stands the beach
This is the " Frar," and from the top of the hill
above one of the most beautiful views in the world
stretches away III every direction. Passamaquoddy
Bay, with all its lovely islands, beautiful and
varied as Lake George, which ii strongly resembles
lies AT your feet smooth a mirror. and glowing
with the rich colors of the sunsct sky On either
manu- Stfrtcn tDe uctpy liucnicd shores OI the
land forming cYerywhcr pretty coVcs and bavs and
behind Won, you face the brilliant sky and the
bright little towns of Eastport and Luboc, the dis
tant shores of Grand Manan loom up out of the
Bay of Fnndy The surface of The island is charm
ingly diversified; hill aud dale deep wood and bios
soung fields, high rocks and pebhly beaches quaint
little homestcads aud barren wildcrncSses afford
every variety that the fancy may desire. Is chief
popularity is IN the multitude of pcninsulas and
outlying islands that diversity the water view and
make ii 50 picturesque and beautiful For yacht
ing station it would be uncquallcd. There are
stretches of ten 10 twenty miles within the bay be-
tween the various islands, besides cruising ground
extending mp the ST. CroiX some twenty miles
further, up the waters Of the Denny River on the
other side OF PASSPORT In fact, the possibilities of
excursions ny water endless. The local atinOs-
phere is intensely British, and the shores of the
island strewn with the dropped his of the nhabi-
tants. The Queens Birthday and " Dominion Day.
July Il are the National holidays and queer little
- Custom House Stares you in the face near the
landing, and reminds You that You are in IA forrgl
country and instantly suggests smuggling To every
true-bOrn citizen of the United States.
ARRIVALS AT NEWPORT