The Portland daily press., 1882-07-27
A. Seaside Letter.
A Vivid Description of the Work of
Nature.

July the "a 1882
To the Editor of Portland Daily Press:
A party of 10 of us left the Beautiful city of
Portland Yesterday morning to visit the Islands
we Set Sail erly in the Morning the wind was
light but soon we arrived at Jonses landing
Peaks Island and took view OF this beautiful
Island woodlawn greenwood and Evergreen
was very fine we strowled over this Island
we was looking for the work OF Nature But
finding men had destroyd the work OF our
creator so much we started for white head
hear we find old white head in all its Beauty
the natives for Some reason gave up the Idea
of leyiling it down and hear we had view OF
gods own work his work is mysterious true his
ways is great viewing the seanerees around
one of our comp discovered A grave of By its
self and Joe is one of that kind who cant Pass
by Such without Some remark and in a loud
tone Joe repeted the CHI of Ecclesiastes and
10, 90, 81, Verses after holding thease cerimo-
MES we enterd our Ship and Start for Long
Island The gentle Breeze fand us on soon Bill
low after Billow Lifted us up and down telling
us gods ways is mysterious and just he Plants
his fC OF steps on the Sea and rides upon the
storm now we draw near Long Island a hlgn
cliff presents its self in view on the South emo
of the Island the Spray fly up in reignpows OF
keeping father Still we pass on rounding tne
west end of this Island white sand beach
with green grass waving above Tolls US we are
drawing Near TO the work OF our goo NOW we
look for A change and not upon the ar IN par
ticular but in the Sea and Land from this
Beautiful Island we behold the following
Islands, view we will not soon forget we see
Peaks, l. Hog, great Hog, cow, mackeys, two
Bros, woody claboard, falmouth, BASKET,
cousens, L Chebeague, q Chebeague, Sand,
Toll uv
Rack, L Green, G Green, Ram. White head,
Pumpkin Mob. the oceanin full crossing over
to the e Side of this Island we arrive to an
white Sano Beach full mile in Length owned
by John and f D andrew Joe tries to stamp
his foot in The Sand he fails in this and on
viewing A handful of the Sand he finds it as
fine as flower then Joe declairs every hair in
his head is NUMBERED but when Joe comes to
the grains of Sand he don't say much to that
but he wants to trayil around the Island we
Start on Unrest after intreSt of Nature
Presents it self to view the high and rug
ed Rocks the Wild foaming Billows send their
Spray far into the air and now and then the
Sea Bird will Start up and Sweep over the
sparkling Billows this gives our Poet Joe an
other chance and he Repeats the Sea fowl has
gon to her nest the Beast has Laid down in the
Lair we turn to the east end of the island all
along on one side is the Beautiful green forest
of woods on the other the Beauty of casco Bay
Such sight as cannot be found on amy other
Island IN the WnoI OF casco Day Machorioi 10
scooling close to the rocks and now and then
one hear and thare is seen catching thease fish
from the Rocks CLANS in abundance HOLSTERS
and all kind of fish swarm the shores and some
of the most Attractive Spots to build Summer
Houses on the eye ever Beheld it is the finest
Island with out amy exceptions in Casco Bay
the work of Nature still Remains and amy
one who desires to get A true view OF that un-
fathomd deep which the creator called Sea
Should visit this Beautiful Island
So Good day Editor
We start for the east
We will write soon Please allow A chance
in your Paper for this. NEW YORKER.