Morning journal and courier., 1891-09-16
ON NEW ENGLAND,s COAST.

SssesSS~~~ border. Off this way we saw little owing to the densefog prevailing. Think it was out here somewhere we saw the 'White Horse," so called, great yellow gray rounded mass of rock, unique and high, hardly visible except for minute or so and soon passed on our right. . ..
 At 12:40 n. we are near Campobello Feast light" of which, as we go, get two rapid sketches notwithstanding the mists.
 One of the most interesting scenes in my collection, their variety in my mind en- hancing their value, for although the reader understands rightly the entire coast, mainland and islands is continuous mass of broken or unbroken rocks every where along this trip so far. The endless variety of the forms relieves the monoto- ny. Each and every light house has it's own striking location and peculiar sur roundings for picture making. And could you see this one, would agree with me as to it's value for artistic purposes, And how does this one look? Very near the water on mass of rock twenty or thirty feet above the sea, with what aR- and strong railing around the broad base stands white structure of solid build, broader base and sides slanting in to top more than any other lighthouse known to me; it may be forty or fifty feet high. On it's front 8 large St. George cross, painted red, not only denotes it's nationality, but adds to it's picturesqueness by the large mass of color introduced on the shapely white truncated, cone-like tower. The base rocks are of light and varied colors. They look pretty ragged to the northeast There seems to be a double dwelling close by in the rear, another house or barn more dis tant and then high cliffs of perpendicular rock, perhaps 100 feet high, surmounted by spruces, stand further back and reach the water boldly in the right of my picture. Just how they should be carefully deline- ated the mists would not allow me to see. The light green seas were chasing along the water line against the lower rocks in changing forms with fosming borders; and this is all I could see of Campobello. There cannot be reasonable doubt the wild seas would roll and tumble here in a wild way; throw foam and spray on that walk around the towers base at times drench the massive structure, and re- coil bafled of any efforts to shake it.. Although we saw so little of it, because we did not stop here, I understand by what l hear that Campobello is becoming quite a summer resort. However excellent it's po- sition for getting good sea breezes and all their benefits, make no doubt "Mt. Des- ert," with it's nearer access, larger area, charming lakes, and mountain passes, solitudes and wildernesses, good harbors and good fame, ever increasing, will hold it's own as against all other resorts on this coast.
 As I write these papers from my origi- nal sketch, friend just returned from "Mt. Desert" tells me there are more visit ors there this summer QS9D than ever be- fore, and much building going on about the island, not less on the south coast, which have all along maintained is the coast to be desired. which only needs g grand drive from Seal Harbor to Otter aggregate at millions of dollars. In the nature of things there can be no othe, such boulevard on all the Atlantic coast The view is of the ocean. But high above it those varying sites command mountain views back of them, and the illimitable and great deep in front of them. Howev CT grand the cliffs at Newport, no noun tains there vary the scenic grandeur.
 Having lunched with good relish on thu repast set before us, we find ourselves ir Passamaquoddy bay, and the scene mus be outlined for it is very pleasing. Or our left is bold headland 250 feet high with rock face of 50 feet near the water very steep, deeply scanned with vertica dark lines and crowned high with the dom inant evergreen so often alluded to jus here in front of us several fine rocky inlets and beyond a noble bay on all sides O which in the far distance most charming outline of hills arises, making one glad w of tha such @ lovely picture as it is in nature, en hanced by the sort of atmospheric haz peculiar to October. Scene worthy of l large canvas, and quite belittled by tn small pencil sketch aud robbed of it's colol ing by the inevitable black and whit l theory.
 1 I think this headland on our left is pal l of an island of size called Deer island stretching along northward of Campobellc | AS we go past it the further side seem still higher and more rock-faced and pre- sents singular picture of the action c l winds and waves down this bay unlik anything hitherto passed, briefly describe in my original notes as "a bold and pre- cipitous rock front, rugged and serrated b
 the storms of Passamaquoddy bay"
 l We are now in wide bay, with larg l reach of water on either side of us, an
 our destination lies many miles away
 Nothing more to be outlined for awhile l It is good time to take a nap, and I
 so, being fairly tired by my sustained ir
 terest in all that has so far been related a
 to this day belonging. Oblivious of ou
 steady progress, sleep good sleep, an
 at length arouse on being informed ths Dochet's island. This being the eastern
 most of the United States lighthouse (probably our most northern also on th
 Atlantic seaboard) and the last one to wis
 eastward on this trip, to be sure, I mus
 see it and go ashore in the boat wit
 those who go. And am glad t
 stretch my limbs on the long grassy slope
 of the hill which is crowned by the ligh
 house-something of a walk, after ali, {
 get up there-and then I find very stee
 cliffs beyond and east of the lighthous
 whose rocky summits, overhung by spruce
 white birch and mountain ash, go dow1
 or, rather, break off over precipiees shee
 down to the water. I desire very much 1
 get some of those very full clusters of tt
 red mountain-ash berries to take back {
 have found native there. We had moul
 tain ash tree at my childhood home. Ass,
 citations of memory brighten these berrie.
 Nevertheless, it is good tree in landscar
 gardening. East Rock park would l
 proud of just such trees as saw that da,
 and may yet have them some time to ad
 to it's beauty. But I could not get tt
 bright berry clusters without mourning
 dangerous fall, and left them. Seekin
 the lighthouse I went up into it, withor
 climbing so high as heretofore. Had goo
 look out from the lantern over the islan
 of many acres and much pasture room
 Chance here for raising more vegetabl,
 also. Do not remember other houses sa1
 the lighthouse and dwelling, which al
 one, and of wood, chiefly, as far as I ol
 served or recollect. Some sheep and
 few head of cattle belong here. The ol
 time spinning wheel, so familiar to m
 mothers fingers and my childhood's fanc,
 will doubtless hum here at times, and goo
 fine stocking yarn be turned from SO.
 feeces into the best of stockings an
 socks for winter wear. I always get the
 of such sort, if can and had some knit i
 Maine, which wore we'll and suited me.
 maybe our mothers and grandmothers ha,
 long gone; their methods wer
 with them, as the changing yea
 went spinning down the grooves
 time. But with all their busy cares,
 believe they did enjoy life we'll. IT
 ample home life in large dwellings, fu
 often with large families and nothing the factory life to speak of, then know in our wide land. Whenever we
 come on relics of the good old time
 with their blessings it does us no harm
 think how and whither we are drifting socialistic and communistic current
 whether we will or no. Labor and bul
 ness relations are now rolling into COT
 binations of vast proportions to conte1