Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1886-09-23

mas not CLIMBED Howards mountain, or rest
ed on the soft. grassy cliff. blue with hare
bells, and watched the surf as it plays and
tumbles on the jasper beach. has a beautiful
picture awaiting him. Here we are. shut in
on our right by the steep. gray fortress OF
the mountain, while on our left opens
lawn of soft grass stretching down TO the
beach, and in front runs the road to Star
| bo ord's Creek
The path to the beach is bordered with
Wild roses, among which we find. wha, We
have seen nowhere else. an abundance of
double ones, growing side by side with their
single sisters. The ground here shows signs
OF former cultivation, and some Of our party
even fancy that these roses were brought
here by some wanderer from the Aeadlsn
gardens-the sole memeuto of his lost par
adise- Here. too, we can regale ourselves
with plenty Of 6ne raspberries, that seem 10
have fairly reveed in the sea air and fog.
Let US sit down awhile on the cliff among
the harebells and watch the heaying surf as
it rises noislessly. green and CLASSY, "breaks
in pearl" and rippes lightly back over the
colored pebbles. The semicirce OF the pur-
pie beach is made up principally of stones
Of ribbon jasper, and freshly breaking waves
bring out the rich colors and temp, us TO
take home the whole beach in our pockets
Beyend the cove we see the open ocean,
passing steamers, distant vessels, and nov
and then in the nearer waters the black
heads Of seals. The half dozen houses here
do not disturb our quiet. They simply
chime in as part of the summer landscape.
A scramble over the loose rocks on the
beach to the rough bouders on the righ,
brings US among the tide pools. Parting
away the curtain of rockweed which screens
the waters Of these pools, and waiting for
the mirror to be still again. we look into
this natural aquarium and behold the beau
ties Of the sea. As We put our hand into
the water, the pink sea-snemon.s clasp their
little fingers around our own. We touch
the soft sponge and gaze al the rich colors
of green. brown and pink on the rock bot
tom. The delicate friuges Of the seaweeds
are floating clear over the water, while the
bottom is strewn with dainty shells. On the
beach below the waves are still coming in,
tinging their treasures Of sesveed at our
feet as they go running out oyer the peh
bes for more.
A lunch is prepared here for close a,
hand brook of ice-cold water tumhlss
down from the hills above and cuts fresh
| water channel through the sand |, is
worth climb up lis pathway TO see the
fsiry-like bed ii came from, the damp green
moss, the stones and ferns, the dark pools
and bubbllng springs.
But the day that could be we'll spen, here
mus, be divided; Howard's Mountain must
be climbed and then We will ride on to Star
bo'rd's Creek.
There pretends to be little path up the
| mountain, but, lust now, after the last
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this path wherein 10 make its descent. TO
| add 10 the excitement, smart shower
comes down. Protected by the ov.rarching
alder bushes, feel no great Incon,eE-
ience, only the brook seems 10 have IN
creased beneath our feet. We stumble along
in single file over the rocks, now and then
making q sudden stop over bushes Of very
large bueberres, We purposely avoid ex
trsvagan; adjeo;i,es on their size. but no
body would care to eat larger ones, and the
bloom on their cheeks IS especially beautI-
ful.
Reaching the summit We look off The
coast survey signal is erected on the second
peak. but the view from this crest Is nearly
as extended. Far of on the horizon we see
another coas, survey signal on the top Of
Pilgrim Rock, on the Fast Side Of the
inolosing promontori-s, the stretch OF ocean.
southwark the many islands. and southwest
I the Nj Desert hills, whore can just see
the Tip Top House Green Mountain.
! The group Of Tunk hills, near Cherry field,
! with their peculiar outlines, rises up purple
on the western horizon. We trace. too, the
! glimpses OF river and bay that passed on
our ride down. Perhaps the view inland IS
as striking that toward the sea stretches
of fores, country, shower clouds pouring
their deluge in one place, IN another casting
only their shadow, and again passing over and
leaving the green hills flooded with sun
shine. Directly below We see the few
houses with their fourshing garden plots.
the men in the fields, few white burial
stones, the whole SO reduced in the distance
tha, i, has the eifec, Of checker board.
From this height our slipping feet make
a more rapid descent, We tumble and
frolic down as noisily as the brook over the
stones, and soon find ourselves at the bot
tom and on the narrow ribbon to Siarbo' rd's
| Greek, where, If the tide serves US, We Will
cross the bar TO Browns Island. The road
| is so narrow that the wet branches brush ln-
to the carriage and switch our faces uncere-
moniously, and We wonder what We should
do if We should meet team.
| We pass little school house as We APP
proach the creek. Attracted by this rude
seat of learning, our party gaze al the
simple surrounding and at the little figures
on wooden benches seen through the open
windows. The teacher, too, With esgerness
vel with BETTING dignity. stands with folded
arms glancing casually out of the window.
When We have driven by the window she
walks leisurely around TO the open door,
and now the chldIen's heads stretch up a.
! they rise even from their seats 10 catch
glimpse Of the strangers. Teacher and
pupils watch US till we are out Of sight. We
from our carriage and they through the open
door have caught glimpse Of life 10 which
each party is d stranger
The scanty number Of houses which We
have seen since Jasper Beach makes US
quer, how the school house can be filed.
But later We find that some of the children
havs evidently come from neIghborlng
islands, as when school breaks up, the teach
er and few Of the barefooted boys leave in
two boats that have been moored at the
beach, and We watch them rowing off over
the water.
A snort drive further and we turn into an
other natural lawn of grass, bright with
hare bells and roses, to wander again upon
! tHc utdCn NE uiSu C!lHs on lnls SHOIt
show seams Of purple and white marble with
alternate dykes of green and Of gray stone,
and, piled up in picturesque confusion at
the base of the cliffs, are loose boulders
of the same, whose colors are left brilliant
by the retreating tide. The plaster on the
old houses in the neighboring towns was
made from Starbo'rds Creek lime. So much
stronger is it than Rockand lime tha, ma
sons consider it nearly impossible to remove
the old plaster, which almost seems to have
hardened into rock.
Over the marble stones the purple lung
wort filings its sprays of blue-sreen leaves,
with pink and blue flowers, whose roots
seem to feed from the very rocks.
The bar is crossed to Browns Island,
hard walk, ankle deep, in rolling stones. A
walk over field brings US to the ward
side of the island, where varieties Of the
rarer seaweeds are found. Here strange
sight meets us. Stretches of enormous
boulders covered with the brown rockweed
lie scattered all over the beach. The ebb
tide has left the mounds visible and with
them q garden of tide pools, which well re-
ward those who take the slippery scramble
from rock to rock. A flock of white sheep
have come down from the fields to the
beach. Their graceful forms stand out in
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