Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-10-30
OUTSIDE OF THE WORLD.
MAINE COAST JEWELLERS WHO ARE
BEHIND THE TIMES.


Train. an Engine or Brick House.
The residents of South Thomaston
are, in common with other Maine coast
jewellers. rather behind in the march of
progress, and it doesn't require much to
startle them. The other day steamer
passing White Head blew very long
. blast from her peculiar sounding chime
whistle, whereat the villagers marveled
greatly, but at night they were posi-
lively frightened. A steam yacht in the
harbor displayed an electric rejecting
light, Illuminating the sea, sky and land,
and not few of the unsophisticated ma
tives, remembering the unearthly shrieks
of the strange steamer, coupled the two
events and concluded that the universe
was about to collapse.
The innocence of these people will not
seem so very strange when it is remem.
bered that many of the natives of Mon
hogan and other coast islands have never
seen horse, train of cars or brick
house, never having set foot upon the
mainland There is a man on Monte
gan island who knows the Boston and
Bangor, the New York and Bangor and
all the other steamers that pass the
island by sight, but although nearly
seventy years old, he has never been on
board of any kind of a steam craft, and
has not the slightest conception of an
engine.
1t is not very long since few acres of
rocky soil in outer Casco bay, known as
Basket island, was deserted by the only
people who ever had the courage to live
there-an old fisherman, his wife and
daughter. These people lived in an old
tumbledown rookery on the little wind
swept isle, and were veritable hermits.
AN UNCULTURED MAID.
The man fished, while his wife and
daughter carried on the farming opera
tions, which consisted in harvesting
what little coarse hay the island afford
ed and carrying it on poles to the cow
shed. They had no garden, not even a
patch of potatoes, but were merely toll
ers of the sea. The wife had not visited
the mainland for seventeen years, while
the daughter had passed the entire six
teen years of her life upon the lonely
almost in sight.
The girl was bright, but untutored;
pretty, but miserably clad. She wore
no stockings and knew nothing of hats.
The only relative she knew of outside
the family circle was half sister, who
she had never seen. Her father said
that this other daughter lived "out
west" She lived in Kennebunkport,
York county. This daughter of the sea,
much to the surprise of some yachtsmen
who once landed on the island, was able
to play several popular airs upon an old
accordion
She had picked the music out by ear
after hearing it played by the bands of
passing excursion steamers. A party of
picnickers who landed there found Bas-
ket island deserted. The matted grass
was alive with field mice, and gulls
perched boldly upon the rotting window
stills of the old house, while in one corner
lay the dilapidated accordion which, had
long been the chief consolation f'''ie III
Lon fhere is, perhaps, no more lonely spot
on the whole Atlantic coast of the United
States than Isle au Haut, which lies far
seaward off the entrance to Penobscot
bay. The name given to this island by
the early French voyagers is most appro-
pirate, for it looks like mountain half
submerged in the sea. The people ase a
simple, primitive set, and few of them
ever visit the mainland. The island,
with its fish and sheep and blueberries, is
their world. and within its limited circle
they are content
DISCONTINUED.
Some queer specimens of humanity
are to be found on Isle au Haut. Not
long ago a yachting party went down
there on fishing trip, and after catch
ing enough cod for a chowder went
ashore to procure some milk The
yachtsmen soon fell in with weather
beaten native who was looking along
the shore, and he informed them that
they could get plenty of milk, but that
they would have to wait until his wife,
who had gone blueberrying, returned
and MIXED the cows. The native led
the way over rocky pastures to dilapi-
dated cottage, and ushered them into
the kitchen to await the return of "Ma-
ria"
The floor was scrubbed as white as a
man-o'war's deck, the cookstove was
brightly polished and little plot before
the windows was gay with marigolds
and other holnely fowers-all the re-
e suit of Maria's patient industry. The
lord and master sat himself down upon
the doorstep and thus ruminated while
busily whiting single and sending
up clouds 81 smoke from a short clay
pipe.
"Times amt as they used to be in lie
er Holt (the native prolunciation), Time
was when a man might g. living here
abouts. Fishin was good n farnin
consid' able good, but that's all gone
now. Used ter be a good wharf In this
here cove n good fleet er vessils outer
here, but that's all gone now. My father
used ter be in trade here-had a store
down there "A sold nigh Almost every
thing, but that's all gone now" He said
that he had been trying to sell his place
house, barn, land. cows and all, for he
wanted to emigrate to Washington
state. He wanted $500 for the whole
outft, and he stopped smoking long
enough to swear great oath that he
wouldn't take cent less. This man
had loafed SO long that he had forgotten
how to work. He seemed to feel that
somehow he had been cheated-that the
world owed him a living, but that the
Isls an Haut was a poor place in which
70 collect the debt.-Cor. New York
Sun.
travelling Incog.
stranger-Hemi Boy. do you know