Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1895-09-26
BY BOAT TO DEER ISLE.
A Trip Down the Bay and Among the
Islands.

A start from Ellsworth at 6 O'Clock in
the morning, ride of five miles over the
picturesque Surry road in the equally
picturesque stage, and we arrive at Con-
tention Cove where he steamer ''Cath
inc" and her genial captain, o. A. Crock
/ EFT, await us.
We are off for Deer Isle, the home of the
'Defender's' crew, the island which a
| reporter for one OF the big metropolitan
/ journals found latter sail of twenty
miles out to sea" We wondered when
/ loose from its mooring on the Eggemog
| gin and was sailing off to witness the cup
/ races.
/ 1t is n sail of about five hours from
/ Ellsworth to Deer Isle, including stops.
! 1t was O'Clock as we left the wharf at
/ Contention Cove aud steered away in the
early morning fog. Did you ever sail
down Union River bny as the fog was
/ breaking away? Not always does it pre-
| sent rs beautiful picture an lnspra
| ton for painter or poet, as it did on the
1 morning recently when the writer was so
/ fortunate as TO take the trip.
From the wharf at the cove the course
Of the steamer is laid by the compass. In
few minutes the dock has faded away
in the fog, and we might be miles at sea
for all the landmarks hat can be seen.
For half an hour we sail through this un-
broken mist. Then it lightens, and
suddenly rift appears in the fog bank
ahead, revealing far out toward the open
ocean the white sails of schooner
glistening in the sunlight.
The picture is one to be remembered
the mpenetr fog at either side and
behind us the impenetrabe fog, while
through the vista formed by the reced-
ing fog banks, is that schooner battle in
sunlight. But the picture soon changes.
The vessel is hidden by drifting bank
of mist. The fog at either side rolls
further back. Now the dim outline of
Oak Point may be seen at the left. Bart
let's Island, with the exception of the
smallest bit of the darkly wooded north
ern end, is concealed by mantle eff gray.
At the right, and near at hand, the
broad farms of beautiful New bury Neck
stretch away in the gray light, while
ahead the bold wooded promontory in
which the neck terminates is bathed in
bright sunlight.
Here and there about the bay bright
patches of sunlight now appear, gradu-
ally growing larger and more frequent.
The steamer runs out into one of these
patches of light and for moment is
bathed in sunshine, while the water
seems to wake into life. We round the
point of Newbury Neck, and before US
lies Long Island in Bluehll bay, flooded
with sunlight. The fog has disappeared
Now we head toward Bluehill village,
the white spires of which can be seen
nesting at the head of the cove. AT the
right looms the familiar figure of Blue
hill mountain. Soon we are sailing in
by Parkers Point with its pretty cottages
almost hidden among the trees. The
'Catherine' seems to run dangerously
near he rocks about which the tide swirls
as she winds in through the S-shaped
channel to the W harf.
Here We amuse ourselves watching the
people on the wharf the boat $ crew
hustes the freight on board. A party OF
summer sojourners are leaving for the
city. There are two or three girls in the
party, and two others have come down to
see them off What more interesting
sight than to Watch the leave ia kings of a
party of vvaciou. young girls who have
enjoyed summer together, The hurried
messages laughing chatter as some Incl
dent of the summers gaiety is recalled,
then the hand-shakes, the OSCILLATIONS,
then the animated talk from boat to
wharf, with the almost inevitable COM
parison of weights. One OF the girls,
after summer in the country, reported
the loss of two pounds. She had the
sympathy of all. The others reported net
gains ranging from two TO eight pounds
Papa stood by with a far-away look in his
eye, probably calculating how much per
pound he paid for that avoirdupois TISSUE.
The last piece of freight is on board,
'In plank cast off and the "Catherne'
moves away from the wharf, the girls
wave a final farewell, and place their
handkerchiefs to their eyes in feigned
For years says Capt. & Mueller, 81
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