Morning journal and courier., 1894-03-03

| centuries old elms and native pines strag gles long, winding, half country road and village street, one side of which, where the ssa-arm stops, breaking away to the waters edge In grassy curves, in | little out jutting rifts of mottled black and beach.
 Seines and fishing gear hang from outer cottage walls, or are stretched like drying sea moss upon the fences and the rocks' Dismantled 'Quoddy boats lie half drawn upon the shore. A crumbling and shostly old mill stands at one stream mouth. and a tumble down rookery, where the glesmIpg sardines are sometimes packed, leans against the friendly hank of the other. The upturned hull of an ancient .chooner graytng and blistering in storm and shine. Is dark silhouette between. Itis now a boat-mender's hut, where the children come and play, and the ancient mariners Of the place bask in the sun and spin their yarns while looking out upon the waters of the seldom sail fecked, silent bay.
 This hamlet Is sleepy old Pembroke town. ''The head of the tide, !" 1t is called by sea-wise Pembroke folk; folk ssyortd and favored less by the lives and ways of the old fashioned farm folk among the hills behind, than by all the lore and uitcherJ of the sea, filtered through gene rations into their lives and thought and speech, from the dcEsns of ssa captains retired here; sailing skippers bold, who have cruised In all known and unknown wsters; who still prefer salt beef and cods tongues to the most sarory of shore visnds; who have taught their Brazilian parrots In husky voices to call their gar den. making neighbors ''land lubbers:" who now and then yell to their mum bling old wives, Bake me a pan O bis. nnit6 thatfll nrarE ant sal sheet blocks!" who keep their old ship chronometers beside their hunks, and never suddenly awaken from an af- ternoon dozs without believing, Mate. hoH's she hesdin'f" and who. providing you can demonstrate becoming reverence, though they are always suspicious of your decorum, will spin such yarns ss will make you know that the ocean of to day is but 6 mean mill pond beside the majestic ocean of their day and time, while you long for the smsziBg fertility of their genius.
 Rare old shippers and brave gre they, sailing over and over with the log of mem ory the old courses, querulous and rheu- matic, raspy voiced and childish in likes and dresds, yet ever snug and tidy In their home harbor at the head of the tide, in olden Pembroke town; though trifis hes liant and unsteady In their reckoning to ward the sailors snug harbor of the inf nite beyond.
 On this early September day, of not 60 many years ego, three little. grizzled, old sea captains were closeted in the boat mender's hut on the shore in front of Penn broke hamlet. A rskish little single-msst- ed schooner, Happy Thought" rocked ssucily ir the ofiug above the incoming tide, as if impatient of her moorings; while old and young women, children, 8 few old, old men leaning on crutches and sticks, and even country folk In wagons halting beside the single village highway, were scattered In curious groups between the shore and the street
 '"Pesrs like they're mighty sly bout their doin's" whispered one woman to the other women around her. crooked another. "Hesrn said how as they did do leetle piratin In their younger days"
 ''Never bin theirsers" ventured third, ''senoe they lost Whey"
 "Weli. jess tell ye," piped an old man on crutches, shaking one of them threat eningly at the group, ''thsr wasn't erny left in Pembroke like Viney'
 'Jes. as we'll fur Pembroke, mebbe," was the spiteful retort.
 "Ye mean jess as we'll fur you wimmen
 
 with his subject. We're like a psssel O cuttlehsh when a gsl's good nsme's foun- derin' stween yer inky tongues. But ye only foul yersel's when ye raise yer voice agin Whey. She hsd s right ter go, If she wanted ter. She'd right ter stay if she wanted teri"
 The old man was so vehement that his impetuous words turned the tide In the ab- | cent Viney's favor at once.
 ''She was tn best schoolmom ever cum to our deestrict," bridled up s fArmwife from a near wagon. Shed foo, it six mile, in n out; chop her own wood sp' build her own fire; wasn't above sweep in out the Ichoolhouse, putheT; an' iEe1. arter fghtin' senss inter them younguns' heads slI day, she'd set up all night nus sin tn sick. Aebbe she warn't good huff fur Pembroke" this with mighty scorn, ''but she was good huff fur plain folks. out our way"
 "well, vInsy was handy with her nee dle," admitted one old lady with trem- bling head.
 "N' handler with boat than euny man at tn head O tn tide," remembered sn- other.
 "What wsrn't she handy stF' resumed the old man on ctutches, beating the ssnd and shipgle 10 emphasize his words.
 "She could cook like a Malsyuu;" offered sn old salt in evidence.
 ''She cud work like a bigger" iusis'ed the fsrmwife from the wagon.
 ''She oud pray powsrfuler n th' pas sons" insisted Clam digger Ike, who hsd sat unmoved under the droppin gs of the sanctuary all his hard old life.
 '"N' cudn't she sing purtyl Oh, my"