The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1896-08-13
At Isle au Haul Again.

There is blank IN the log book OF the
Marjorie for the season of 1895, because
of inability to make the annual trip to
each year with such pleasurable anticipa-
ton. This year the record will be COM
plete. The trip has been made and has
added largely to the pleasant memories of
this picturesque island. About p. m.
July 2Sth, the Marjorie left her moorings
above the steamboat wharf, Belfast, and
was headed for the eastern bay. The wind
was fitful but fair until after passing Tur-
tie Head, and then a southerly breeze was
encountered and sheets were trimmed
down. Had the weather been favorable
the yacht would have kept on down the
bay, but after a while tne wind took an
easterly cant, bringing with it smell of
fog, and the party concluded to make a
harbor. Later, finding Holbrook' S Island
under our lee, we ran in around its south
ern end and dropped anchor opposite the
residence of E. X. Harris in one of the
HDtSI udVcuS Ou lDC Mdlut COAST. mere
the yachtsman is landlocked, has smooth
water and an abundance of it, while the
surroundings are picturesque in the eX-
IRENE. Later we made a call on the pro-
prietor of Holbrook' S Island, who spends
the summers here and the winters at his
orange grove in East Palatka, Florida.
The old house on the island occupied by
MIR Harris for two seasons, has been torn
down and its site effaced and new and
modern editice erected on higher ground.
The house faces the quiet harbor with
Goose Falls opposite, the roaring-or
should We say the hissing?-of whose
waters can be plainly heard. Not only
from the spacious verandas but from
every room are most delightful views,
seawald and landward. The dining room
looks out upon Castine, and the ''den''
of M. Harris commands view of Bel
fast. Look in what direction you may
there is something picturesque Or attrac-
tive to be seen--wooded islands, OF rocky
D"I3Nii N1lN7 94ihs-th WIN NiAllC SlIStS,
the bold outlines of Cape Rozier the
gleam OF distant sails, the passing steam
els: and at night, the twinkling lights of
Castine reflected in the placid waters.
The interior Of this summer home is no
less attractive good taste marking all its
appointments. The finish is in natural
wood, the furniture light and graceful
in the spacious hall is a large fireplace
where Il cheerful blaze may be kindled
when fogs gather OF rains descend 10 drive
the family and guests indoors. AS our
call was made at rather late hour we did
not have the pleasure OF meeting Master
f. X. Harris, Jr., the pride of the house
hold, who at the age of seven months has
attained eight teeth. The lady to whom we
are indebted for this information further
asserted that he could talk, but as this
was questioned by others we leave it for
future verificat>n. A photograph shows
Master f. X. Harris, Jr., to be as robust
youth as ever saw the light on the rock
bound Maine coast, albeit his place of
nativity was an orange Grove in Florida.
A little sister shares with him TIE homage
OF visitors and the delights of their island
home, and long may they and their par
ents live to enjoy it.
In addition to his new residence MI.
Harris had built the past season neat
cottage for his resident superintendent
and colnmcdious stable. There is much
good land Oh the island and it will all be
brought under cultivation in time To
get rid Of the loose rocks and to drain the
SWampy places large trenches have been
dug, filled with rocks and covered The
fine groves on the island of spruce and
hard wood ale left undisturbed.
Eally next morning, before any one was
astir on shore the Marjorie was headed
seward and drifted into the bay with the
tide. Here dead calm prevailed, and a
fishing sloop bound for Castine had re-
sorted to an lash breeze After time
a breeze sprang up, and as usual it was
dead ahead. With light sails set the yacht
was headed across the bay, with Islesboro
under our lee. Standing nearly over to
Dark Harbor we tackled off shore, and
continuing this windward work we had
near views OF about all the islands in the
eastern bay. The atmosphere was hazy,
obscuring distant objects, but those near
at hand were distinctly seen and the
varied island scenery was thoroughly en-
Joyed. Butter Island was looked for with
interest as the new summer resort under
the name Of Dirigo, the proposed home of
the New England Tent Club Here and
there were tents but no signs of any occu-
pants, and we had only view of the gable
OF the house on the island which is in