Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1900-01-31
A BREATH OF SUMMER.
Who Hasn't Enjoyed just Such an
Outing as here Described?

Who Hasn't Enjoyed just Such an
Outing as here Described?
Written for THE AMERICAN by b. Il. c.,
Bluehill Falls.1
Father was home for the two weeks out
Of the year that he had to forget the mo-
notonous round of business OF the other
fifty weeks, and the whole family laid it
self out to help him forget it, and to
crowd the greatest possible amount OF en-
joyment into the smallest space OF time.
So it happened that August 10, 1898,
found jolly party of fifteen crowded into
four carriages among the boxes and has
kets-a necessary evil at every picnic
starting off on the eleven-mile drive to
Lake Alamoosook.
The day was sultry and we logged COM
fortably along, through North Bluehill
and Oriand, with their thrifty looking
farms, returning the pleasant mods or
waving hands that greeted us from houses
along the way, then through the stretch
| OF woodland where the silence was broken
occasionally by the whir OF a partridge
or the scurrying OF startled rabbit, a
and ourselves then on again through the
balsam- laden air, until at last we catch n
glimpse OF a cluster of buildings on the
bank OF tumbling stream, the outlet of
Alamoosook. Another mile through the
woodland near the shore of the lake, and
| we are at Supt. Atkinson's pretty little
cottage at Craig Brook fish hatchery.
o.,
are ready for a visit to the fish ponds to
see the government bred trout and SAL
mon fed. A spoonful OF food thrown in
was the signal for a general rush OF the
fish, until the water was in a foam with
the fish swapping yoraciously at the bits
OF food.
Twas most interested in a large tank
filled with trout Of all sizes, one of them
being fine large one Weighing over eleven
pounds. He was a beauty, but decidedly
lazy and rather shy, for he kept himself
well hidden from view. When the food
was thrown in he would sail out from his
retreat, slow and dignified, but before he
reached the food the smaller and more
alert fish would have eaten every mouth
full and he would turn and go back es
slowly as he came, just as though he did
not care.
After We had seen everything of inter-
est about the fish ponds, we were shown a
little nook formed wholly by nature.
Through a path that wound through
trees and cverhanging shrubbery we
reach beautiful restful spot known as
"lover's nook", And, indeed, it was a
fitting and harmonious place for love. 1t
was a natural arbor, formed by trees OF
many kinds. The floor was carpeted by
the softest OF green moss, and nature had
abundantly provided seats in the shape
| OF rocks covered by the same, deep, cool
moss. The place was filled by the low
music OF little waterfall only five feet
away.
We were charmed by the pretty scene
and our tired bodies were Loaf h to leave it
| but il WIS time to think OF home, espec-
tally as he clouds were gathering for q
summer shower. The drive home in the
lengthening shadows was as pleasant
as the outward trip, and the air was
cooled by the approaching storm, The
first big drops OF which began to spattel
just as we reached home, tired, but with
that comfortable tired feeling which
comes only from days outing in Maine