The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1901-08-01
AN IDEAL DAY IN THE 1DALErrE.

CATION" and the Congregational Sunday
school excursionists arrived simulta
neously at Lewis wharf at o'clock
last Thursday morning. After few
minutes wait, passed in watching the
people embarking on the Castine,
which was to carry the picnic party
to their destination, the Idalette steam
ed into sight, and making fast to the
larger boat soon had her passengers on
board and was headed down the bay
for an allday sail.
The day was an ideal one. The heat
OF the sun was slightly subdued by a
haze and the water was smooth as
glass; The first few minutes were spent
in arranging the wraps and provisions;
and great was the CONSERVATION of all
when it was found that the largest bas-
ket was missing. A thorough search
was organized, but all in vain. 1t was
finally decided that the Sunday school
picnicers must have been guilty of
piracy; so the Idalette changed her
course, and after the Castine and bas-
ket she steamed Soon the pirate YES
sci was sighted off the port bow, and
the shrill and peremptory whistle of our
staunch little craft, several times re-
peated, brought her to standstill, and
the pirate chief handed over the booty
with little or no trouble, and both boats
went on their way. This chase after
provisions had altered our course some
what, so that we were near to the unfa-
miliar Islesboro shore. This we did
not regret, for it gave us good OPP
portunity for seeing this "stern and
rock-bound coast" and noting its con-
trast to the cottage-dotted slopes of
the opposite shore. All too soon for
the most of us, Isola Bella the Folwell
place, was reached and we rounded the
lower end of the island and stopped off
the landing place. Here we were
boarded by Mr.. Folwell, to whom the
gentlemen explained that the object of
their visit was to arrange for the yacht
races, to take place at Belfast one day
| of "Old Home Week" Mr.. Folwell
was very courteous and said they would
| be glad to enter their yacht Viking,
which won the first prize in her class
last year. A party was embarking on
the yacht at the time, and Mr.. Folwell
explained that they were bound for
their log-cabin, now nearly completed,
on Warren's Island, and extended cor
dial invitation to our party to visit and
inspect this much talkod-o building
This unexpected invitation was de
| lightedly accepted, and Captain Groesch-
ner Immediately offered them ''a tow"
down, which they in turn, gladly ac-
cepted. The sail was delightful one,
and a reminder to the party that one
need go no farther than our own coast
for beautiful scenery and picturesque
contrasts. During the sail one of the
gentlemen asked the company 70 guess
how many lighthouses there are on the
coast of Maine. The guesses ranged
1lohi VAS llo " WV iiAtllulVNA. IuC llOu-
test guess was from lady, who said
sixty-fve. Sixty-nine was the correct
number.
In nearing Warren's Island the roof
of large building became visible, and
to the surprise of some of us, at least,
it was pronounced to be "the log cabin"
j After landing their own party, Mr.. Fol
well rowed us ashore and directed us
to the path leading to the house. The
walk was welcome change after an
inactive morning, and we soon arrived
at the top of the hill and before us was
very large building. But when are
we going to see the log cabin?" asked
one of the ladies; and great was her
establishment when she was told that it
was before her eyes. The party went
around to the entrance in body, and
Notwithstanding the fact that our num-
beers must have been rather overwhelm-
ing, we were received very pleasantly
by Mrs. Folwell and the young ladies,
who kindly acted as guides for the party
in exploring the wilderness of rooms.
The name Of the place is 'Mon Reve''-
'My Dream Fand it certainly is like
place.
The views, the arrangement Of the
rooms, and their furnishing, (Which
are more fully described in another
column) all came in for their share of
praise and admiration, and it was with
reluctance that we left this ideal spot
Before saying final goodbye to the
'House of Seven Cables" the photo
grapher of the party took snapshot of
the house, with its owner and the party
in the foreground. Returning to the
beach Mr.. Folwell and his brother act
ed as ferrymen, and before we realized
it we had said goodbye and were steam
fhg away, counting ourselves very lucky
for the unexpected pleasure of visit
toyMon Reve"
The curiosity of some Of us, however,
was not quite satisfied, for the F. S. S.
that adorned the sweaters of the young
men remained mystery, as the sugges-
ton of one of the ladies that it stood