Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1894-11-13
MAINE GOSSIP.

MAINE GOSSIP.
Biddeford is famous for nervy deeds
though usually confined to municipal cleo
ton days and it is difficult to believe the
report that two thieves in that town with
a pair of black horses stole and hauled
off a thousand feet of boards in broad
day without being detected.
There is Waldoboro boy who stoned
wildcat the other day and won't do so any
more. The animal attacked him and was
driven off only after hard battle.
A pretty story to the effect that Capt.
McDutfie of the tug Belknap plying in
Portland harbor, was rendered insensible
the other night while in his wheel house
by the appearance of the spook of Capt.
Griffin, formerly master of the tug, is
spoiled by Capt. McDuffie, who denies the
story and takes measures to sue the one
who told it. Capt. Griffin suddenly died
in that wheel house not long ago and the
story was that he registered a vow before
he died to return in the spirit. Too bad
that such romantic, thrilling tale, that
such wierd, startling glimpse of spirit
land should fade out under the light of
truth as the spirit form is supposed to dis
solved in taking its departure.
A distinguished party of railroad men
made trip over the Bangor & Aroostook
r. r. last week and were greatly i'm
pressed with the grand possibilities for the
road in the future, and the handsome re
suits already obtained. The party was
made up of President Wilson of the
Maine Central, President futile of the
Boston & Maine and Vice President
Tucker of the Maine Central and was &C
companied in a special train by General
Manager +. w. Cram of the new road.
These well known railroad managers and
tinanciers We're outspoken in their belief
that the new road will be of great benefit
to that fertile section of country and to
the whole State as well.
This is one of the times in the ~
months when the farmer has his attention
especially called to the poor roads.
A correspondent for an exchange thus
paints the attractiveneSs of Wiscasset Jail,
no doubt hoping to catch the attention of
some literary tramp on the lookout for his
winter home: Wiscasset Jail is a historic
relic, constructed in massive manner
that is not equalled by any county Jail
in Maine. Its cells are ideal dungeons
and its depths with the lowering granite
all about the old-style iron barred doors
the walls many feet thick, all might serve
as a painters study for a Bagnc of old
France, a Bastile or a Chateau dor. The
mighty key itself, it's bronze always well
polished by the fingers that use it, has a
story all its own. Deputy Sheriff Patter-
son at Lincoln county Jail shows to visi-
tors the old leg irons in which prisoners
were hustled across country in the old
days. There are two circlcts of iron with
a length of heavy chain between. Two
prisoners We're thus linked fetter on
one leg of each man. One of them lifted
the chain free of the ground by means of
IA cord and thus they We're enabled to walk.
The leg irons as well as the handouts
of the old days were riveted upon prisoners
by a blacksmith
Petty revenges excite contempt. And
this seems to hold true as applied to the
illumination INDUCED in by Camden
woman because an Objectionable neighbor
across the way died.
We hope for the sake of certain pastor
at Calais that the old lady in question is
literally endowed with Christian forgive
ness, He called upon her the other day
and the old lady conversed glibly and
after time found she had "a monopoly of
the conversation. The pastor had fallen
asleep.
The Caribou citizen who left his wet
umbrella spread upon his piazza the night
that the wiEd freshencd into gale is ad
vertising in different parts of the county
for a lost parachute.
Occasionally we are abruptly reminded
that this is a busy world, and that letter
writing save for business purposes is get
ting to be a lost art. j, One of these oc-
casions was when Maine man went down
to Pittsfield "A few days ago to visit his
uncle and found he had been dead for