Morning journal and courier., 1891-09-02
ON NEW ENsLANp,s COAST.

ON NEW ENGLAND'S COAST. Boulder Drift-Granite and Meta. morphic Rocks - Pleasant Kecol- lection of Pleasant Rambles.
 On the south coast of Mount Desert rambling in pleasure of dwelling all day outdoors amid scenes ever changes as one goes, I had much reason to wish my | readings in geology and mineralogy had been greater. Alone it may be on such | tramps, things at all read of before arouse l interest and excite attention.
 Would it had been Dana rather than | Lyell who then came to mind-both l eminent-but Dana at home here. Lyell | only came visiting. Various reasons pre- vented me from any deep course of study in these subjects, yet am sure they are intensely interesting to minds 50 inclined and as we grow older the durable things of nature seem to take hold of us more. I still hope to read Dana. Having dipped into these readings at intervals, I would say some things, not from the authors but from my own observations and reflections.
 Having specimens in my little cabinet drawers taken from the sea-girt shores, rounded and polished, broken off or broken out, by these proofs say that the granite of Mt. Desert varies much in text ure and color An old song used to hear about Ben Bolt, his school fellows, teacher and haunts, says: "They have fitted a slab of the granite 50 gray, and sweet Alice lies under the stone." We know from monuments and costly columns now used in public buildings that granite is not all 'gray,", by any. means, but here ] tints as the ingredients vary, and they all would lie on 8 dining plate and look very pretty mixed together, especially if wet So, too, I recollect the weather worn surfaces, sun and wind wrought, and sea sprayed, of some shore cliffs along two miles extending as of soft yellow, or bronze, or delicate rosy tinge, according to time of day, variation of light upon them, and my own position. In other places more positively light or dark gray.
 Probably good rose granite may be quar- ried at Mt. Desert and granite of deep dark red in isolated patches close by other colors comes to mind. Its neighbors had been so torn from it by the sea that it stood exposed to view as distinct drifts coming up from below. Such I saw at Hunters cove, also called Stony Beach. A most lovely beach of fine stone, sea ground and hard packed. A few hunded feet long north of the cove which opens out thou sand feet toward the wide sea with rock walls thirty or forty feet high, gray gran ite on the west side and a very different set of rocks for the east wall, near which the red ones as stated. And the green seas come in there and break constantly and more beautifully. than any other place I ever saw. They are so green and so clean, emeraldic, opalescent sand clear. When l John Clement had led on afoot from Seal | Harbor and Clements point eastward two miles on the loneliest and widest coast I | ever tramped, I said would stop there and I had that destination in mind and was 1 too tired to have gone much further had I wished. After lunch and a drink out of | brook which came there to end it's noun tain song wild and free he went around the east point and reported another smaller and similar beach just beyond, and then l he told me how to get back much easier by l following up the brook to the wagon road ] quarter of mile north and west by 1 that; and left alone sat and rested long | and looked about 8 good deal, made men, tai and other notes and little painting sometimes after. Late in the afternoon I loaded myself down with a neck and sev- | 6ra1 SDlual DOuoS OI SOIu0 1lSu pTODaDly l thirty feet long which had been foundered at sea, and finally washed in there as 1 proof of it wreck, white as ivory, external ly, but very porous inside. I got them to farm house mile away with other speci- mems to be sent down by the mail wagon when it came along, and reached my hotel by walking more than two miles so tired I could hardly drag along. The bones, and many other specimens finally went to young university far inland to help be-
 gin it's museum of natural history. Thus much in the interest of science was done
 that day. That is the way it grow, here 6
 little and there a little, and the next gener l ation plods on where we leave off.
 MT. T. had told me it would not be saf'
 to go into Hunters cove with the idea O.
 landing from boat. He was right abou it. The green breakers coming in with {
 long sweep from the left wall to the righ
 as you face seaward, when their swell
 hears the beach it rolls in an extending
 and unbroken wave curling over as only
 waves know how to curl! Watch them {
 thousand times, and think you know ex
 actly how it is, yet every one is somewhat
 diverse from the preceding and following
 one. But in depair of memorizing, say
 unto yourself. There is dark green below
 and light green above and white crest which floats like the mane of (sea) horse now this way, now that way, and all ways and pours down before you in mass of most beautiful foam. Before i
 of lace work and grace high up on thu
 fair sloping beach, Another is corning
 few seconds later. Your eye follows i
 from left to right to catch it's motions ane
 spirit Again and again it is so, until thu
 bewildered imagination knows it can nevel
 paint it as it is and that no single camer'
 or dozen cameras could seize all the chang
 ing grace and beauty-so evenascent iron moment to moment. Waves and granit at Mt. Desert. How my heart goes bacl to those most stable and unstable things I lived by fine lake in childhood and al ways did love waves!
 But those waves from first to last do deal of wearing and tearing as they sinl their low love song, "What Were the Wilt Waves Saying" The brother and sister,
 song will tell you, and I like the song And also remember how Jenny Lind sum about ''The Sad Sea Waves" which moal gone. But these waves were anything bu
 sad to mel Thing of beauty and joy for
 ever. Tennyson says:
 "Break, break, break, on thy cold, gray stones O seal
 Again break, break, break, at the foot of tn.
 CTdSS, V Sod.
 But the tender grace of day that is fled, vii | never come back to me-
 am afraid the grace of that day neve
 will come back to me.
 In the course of this excursion things o
 varied interest were noted. Attractin,
 me back without guide some other day and thus return to the Blue Point hal
 the shore distance, to sketch east and wes
 on strong manilla paper of size. Patientl,
 working for hours, morning and evening outlines, details and notes of color gainet
 months after, worked from the same o1
 canvas to my own satisfaction. Sketche
 that day made not willingly to be partet
 with while life fingers indeed, fou
 sketches, the like of which doubt whethe
 anyone else has attempted on that coast, il
 extension, completeness and thoroughness
 if at all. Congressman B. of Harrisburg
 said had way of getting things in larg
 space and magnitude, whereas most artist
 attempted small scenes and views-sucl
 pictures are very pretty, but mine are no
 wild ragged rocks far along, and the se
 at their feet, and far away also. Hanginl
 in my own room, where the mind recur
 to them thoughtfully, I go all along, wher
 I once really went, and they could not in
 terest anybody else as they could me.
 This one from the Blue Point west t,
 Mt. Desert head tells me at glance wha [ ol xo