The Republican journal., 1896-08-13
Northport and Quantabacook.
Correspondence of the Boston Trayele

| Correspondence of the Boston Traveller.
| STONY POINT CAMP, Lake Quaptaba-
| cook, Me. Now and then feeling Of m
rest will come upon even the most salts
fled of campers, and the inevitable result
is the chartering of some farmers big.
long gated horse-they know good
equine down here-and driving off some
ten or fifteen miles to get the lay Of the
land. Such side trip we made yesterday
to the Northport Camp Ground, where
later on the Methodists of nomadic tastes
Will gather by the thousands to praise the
Lord and drink in the salt air Of Penob
scot bay. Just now it is pretty well popu-
lated with summer dwellers who occupy
perhaps half of the fifteen hundred cot
tages which lie upon the magnificent slope
that twists in and out in wooded bays
and sandy gullies, and commands a superb
outlook upon the glittering salt water.
with its green islands and purple hills.
Some OF these little ranches are comical
enough; good many consists of mere
skeletons of boards and light timbers.
over which canvas is to be thrown later
on. Some of the cottages are very pre-
tentlous with hideous embellishments and
gew-gaws of pine stuck all over them.
There is one large hotel, which is we'll
spoken of. A little way to the south is a
tract that caused us mild thrill of recog-
milton when we saw its title, ashore
Acres. 1t might furnish actual scenery
for good old James A. Hernes delightful
play, so true to the text is it. Little lots
are already staked off, and the Boston
syndicate that owns it expect great things
from their property. Alas! there's no
Uncle Nat to prevent it, this time.
The farmer S wife, of keen tongue, nim-
Die wit and shrewd business sense, is al
ways an entertaining companion, and
such woman furnished amusement for
our camp meeting party by her lively
conversation and happy 60 lucky shots
at everything and everybody 1t was
perfectly amazing, the familiarity she had
with the history of every family along the
road for ten miles. Here was the house
where the three rich old maids lived;
there the first tavern in Waldo county.
building l23 years old; further along
somebody's 'folly,' in which thousands
OF dollars had been sunk in fine barns and
poor land. 1t was "Hallo, Tom "How
do, Granpa,' and ''Ah there. Bill" all
along the route, and the intermissions.
We're filled with quaint and witty observa-
tons on life and bright anecdotes of peo-
pie. SO far as | can recall, no Character
OF exactly this type has appeared in the
drama, and there is certainly room for
her.
The time of breaking camp is always
season OF sorrow, and ours came with
special Discrimination because it meant
transition from the idling of Stony Point
to the treadmill of city life There is
considerable manual labor connected with
the ceremony, too, which may account in
part for the general woe. The heavy
boat has to be hauled into the house, the
place thoroughly washed, swept and put
IN order, the shutters of all the windows
closed and hooked, the flag hauled down
and the grounds raked up Then the
traps are loaded on the big blackboard
from Belfast, and the cavalcade moves up
through the rough forest road to the high
way at Higgins, where farewells are said
to the numerous individuals of that name,
including the Angora cats. There is a re-
grettul wall from the youngsters on both
sides, which old Josephus Sherman cuts
short by vigorous cut on the backs of
the stalwart horses, and on we dash I'D
hill and down, our canine wildly careering
on ahead and paying no attention to the
various rushes of other dogs along the
way. OF course he remarks zen passant'
Just wait till | come around these parts
again, and am not in a hurry for he is
that kind of dog. Belfast reached, and
the steamer gained, the last tie is snapped
and the days at Stony Point on beautiful
Lake Quantabacook become but memory