Morning journal and courier., 1888-08-04

$
 Way. ,-s
 .z EAsTPoRT, Maine, July 50. To the Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER:
 However many foreign lands one may vis- it, even until and after the pewness of travel has merged into something like philosophic quiet, feel sure that most Americans expe- rienee is like my own in the respect that an indefnable sadness amounting almost to gen. uine dread takes possession of me whenever approach any shore or imaginary line be- yond which floats the emblem of any other form of government but our own. l cannot analyze your feeling and mine in the matter wholly. But I do know, for have talked with many about it, that foreigners arriving on our shores, however sad may be their strait, possess instead the spirit of elation and joyous expectancy. Therefore l fancy that this peculiar sense of depression has it's origin in a common inborn, inbred and we'll nigh involuntary protest from the American heart against the concrete condition inimieal to human progress which the recognition of all such emblems inevitably suggests. The republican democratic spirit ever resents bar- 1iers between peoples. We have uncon-
 
 government, the champions, and even some times against their seeking, of all and any subjects of other powers. Perhaps our ire sistible destiny is to exert such mighty re- Aexive influences upon other nations that time shall come when an American shall be able to find no flag but his own; or if dis covering such, it shall mean that all those owing it allegiance shall thus own it because, and only because, it has ceased to represent erty, and because it shall then mean in it's supremest significance protection to the uni versaI equality and brotherhood of man.
 EAsTPoRT.
 These and other similar reflections pos- sessed me as our crowded steamer, passing the lofty, purple shores of Grand Manan Is- land to the south, swept alongside old Quod- dy Head light, which, with it's gaudy stripes, is set like a stiEened section of Balmoral hose on the eastermost point of land on our United States coast. Rounding Campobello Island, which, with Grand Manan, is Ca- nadian possession, and so situated, thanks to the imbecility of our diplomats, that no yes sel of ordinary draft can reach our own |-eastermost seaport city at low tide without passing through Canadian waters, the noble Passamaquoddy bay is entered, and the pic tureeque little city of Eastport is seen, facing the sea in pleasant terraces from its central rsarward heights like bright and gigantic reversed shell its outer rim washed by the ] blue waters of the bay. To the left and south as we enter port is seen the pretty will laoe of Lubsc, the home of scores of active and retired sea captains, who sit on vine covered porches and level great glasses at the sea's horizon, and all strangers passing their snug harbor homes, and occasionally forgivably roar out at the little tavern roys- teriDgs.
 I'm snug as a bug
 In coy rug,
 No land-cares for me;
 I'm 8 rover free,
 With no fear of growing oIdl- and the like; many fishing settlements sea- ward nestle at the bases of rugged cliffs and within shining coves beyond; while 6 great I arm of the bay called by some Cobscook, and | by others Pembroke bay, sweeps to the north west past countless islands, coyes and head \ lands to that sleepiest and deRdest of all the ! earth's somnolent villages, ancient Pembroke \ town. To the right the splendid Psssama- | quoddy stretches away past the island city, | for Eastport is entirely surrounded by sea | water: blends to the east and northeast with \ the majestic, misty-skied, treacherous but often awful and sublime Bay of Fundy; l reaches along our shores, past Pleasant Point | where the bleached remnant of the once no- | ble Ouoddy Indians live; carries it's mighty | tides full in the face of old St. Andrews, the | most beautiful city and resort of all Canada; | and at last blends with the noble St. Croix, | whose broad bosom is endlessly freighted with the vast product of the countless mills ! at Calais and St. Stephens above, where the shriek of thousand gleaming SAWS every hour in the year is ceaseless requiem for \ the majestic pines, from region of track less pine so vast that the States of Massa- chusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island could be set down in it's heart, and so com pletely lost that government surveying par ! ty could alone rediscover them.
 THE NATIVES.
 | As no railroad has ever penetrated this ! cosy going Maine region, half the city folk are permanent committee on arrival for the steamers. They come to the wharves, rest their meditative chins in their hands, open their mouths as if having reached some pro- longed sustained note of welcome, stand rigid and staring for half an hour and then silently disperse. Among these are the wa I terside all sorts. the brisk, ponderous promi- nent citizens with baggy trowsers and ana pie linen clusters, a few old folk who for three-quarters of century have never missed a boat and whose absence would cause alarm, and better than all, bevies of
 the most strapping, buxona, red tipped, rosy | cuooAcu, E4kAAAuks SAaRPtAS cy0u 1AAlO6ue you ever beheld. Glorious is all this old Acadian region for handsome girls. None of your msasly, eadaverous, sesthetic, pigeon toed maidens are they. They stand as squareIy upon their feet as the pine trees of 1 their own State. Their heels touch Their
 toes do not. Their insteps have the arch of l @ Cuban woman's. From ankle and finger | tip to shoulder such Hogarthian lines are followed as should model the American Ve- nus. And above chests and breasts grand in proportion and symmetry, there are necks without an angle on which set heads of start iingly massive and perfect model, with wide
 browsd, large eyed, splendidIy pro6led faces, against background of hair in such wealth
 that, if unloosed, every possessor could stand 1 within it naked but altogether clad
 But from contemplation of these splendid ] Maine girls, who make the noblest of wives
 and mothers, must desist; for there along side the wharf saw the chubby face of good old Captain. Ballast shining glorious vel.
 come through his stubby beard, and heard his hearty voice roar out:
 ssHare we air, sir; waitini snug and tidv