Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-12-16

sell;
Where they let the wind and sunshine
burn their noses, brown their hands.
Till they look like fresh arrivals from far
India's coral strands
Then go home with purses empty. in
their rockets rot cent.
Happy with the 6atlSfdction that the
cash has been well spent.
'Tis a pleasant isle in summer,-lots OF
rocks. and lots of sea,
Ana the folks who live far inland think
il lust the place to be.
But in winter all is different. for the
place is bleak and drear.
And the only people on it are those who
live there all the year.
Gone the CHEEKY summer boarder with
his daughters full of Glee-
In its place is heard the murmur of the
ever restless sea.
And this sea. when torn by tempest.
dashed to fury by the gale
Rears itself i'll awful grandeur. causes
stuutcst hearts To quail.
There's a legend of this island more or
less Of truth, | trow.
And the cause Of all the story was an old
and brindlcd COW.
Many years ago II happened lust how
many none can tell
But the date is not important-do without
it just as Well
1t was told rs by sailor, by sailor Old
ana gray,
Who had sailed topsail schooner from
the harbOr of Boothbay.
Many trips he'd made to east ard to and
fro from Bay thaleur,
And the tales that he could tell you al =
ways left a wish for more.
Years ago Monhegan lodges did the sail
OrS much annoy,
Till DER them, 10 lessen danger, there
was moored whiStlIng buoy.
Nou have seen them when out sailing.
rise ana fall with gentle sigh.
And have wondered what they'd sound
ike when the waves run mountains
or, perhaps YOU have been favored dur
ing one of summers gales,
Have been somewhere near a whistler,
ana have listened to its walls
II YOU have been, then it's easy for YOU
freely to allow
How The one near old Monhegam raised
the dickens with that cow.
ON the day the buoy was anchored DER
The lodges hidden there.
Fair tn" weather WAS and balmY,-nut 4
zephyr stirred the air.
Not Il uutc the monster uttered as ii soft
ly loSe ana fell.
For the sea was smooth and CLASSY, save
4 long ana gentle swell.
~ ii happened. things went this way
for the best part ~ a week,
Ana there came no breeze whatever that
would cause the buoy ID speak.
50 the I'D coW On M1nhtgau, browsing
calmly. day IN day,
Heard no sound come in from seward
that would cause her thoughts TO stray.
Now this cuw-wr called her brindled-
was 4 monarch in her way
only one upon the island. and OF course
she held tull sway
Hers was all the grass that grew there
sometimes more and sometimes less,
Ana she kept awe upon L. HOW IL "ould
BE nara 10 guess; , -,
Her supply Of milk was scanty, and the
mix was Very plue' 80
And when they made butter weekly, half
pound was an SAe an.
was counted as the best.
And the man who q always owned her
thought that nc was surely blessed.
50 she broWSed among the powders,
chewing grass and moss. serene,
And her thoughts Were Of the island, anu
herself the island queen.
Naught she knew Of storm clouds rising,
nor the coming of the gale.
Till she rudely was awakened by a most
uncarthly wall.
the cause of what she heard,
But could see naught ON The island, c Ell
the t,utter of a bird.
And she listened for moment, but on
hearing nothing then,
Thought that she had been mistaken, ana
began 10 feed again.
Just then, far out on the lodges, there
was dashed a mighty sea,
Ana the whistler, in its glory, sent aloGt
Il howl Of glee
was echoed from the shore.
Ana ii stirred the old COWS mettle, foi
she uttered roar on roar
II was not a peaceful below, such as We
are wont to hear,
But like cry of rage, defiance. when an
enemy is near.
For she thought that on the island there