Daily Kennebec journal., 1902-03-24

made one think Of the old-fashioned
hotel gong. Then there was double
lull, some more ribbons in the air and
the whole plant went into operation as
by common consent.
Music? Well, there, The music
which came from that factory was the
sweetest heard in this city for many
moon. There was the soft, dreamy
pipe-dreamy solos, so low that one
could easily imagine he was in the
basement OF pulp mill and the only
sound was the whirling of the great
water wheels in the pit below. There
were moments when it did not matter
whether one was alone or not, the mu-
sic being of such volume and the
amount of business being turned off far
surprising all previous records of the
Office.
The sudden changes or fluctuations
of stock or manufactured material were
interesting in the extreme. Now the
whole company went at business with
q vim that made things hum and the
music was after the style of the head
long cataract ''dashing it's billows
adown the rocks, and, like the crash OF
SiopuS' tuc edI Win ieS
clamors more tremendous than the roar
of whirlwind and Storm Now the
strains resembled more the sound of
logs tumbling over Carratunk falls
sort of distant rumbling, mellowed
and enchanting. Up and down the
layout the music fled indiscriminately,
at times in apparent wild chaotic glee
and again sobbing like child that has
| lost it's cookie.
Once or twice. perhaps several other
times, the bars were let down to tones
that were mournfully terrific as though
coming from the tomb, interSpersed
with clarinet suggestion or two that
sounded like Maine Central track
man driving spikes. Occasionally one
would seem to feel himself drifting
through the boughs of the northern
forest on the crest of soughing
zephyr and like dream float over the
great lakes, rising and falling in the
| blue ether as the old yep directed. Then
there would come a period when there
was apparently laughter in the whir of
the machinery. Breaking sticks for
kindling has some such sound. Per-
haps the little man with the drum with
strings on it would go off all by him
self much after the manner of a stage
electric storm. This was the real
humorous feature of the whole PROPOSE
| tion.
There was Il strange intermingling of
sounds resembling a tugboat whistle,
| a freight train crossing Ticonic bridge,
the swish of an electric power station
the buzz Cf a planer, the circular saw
striking a bOom-dog in a saw-log, a
dog with a tin can attached and a
stone pavement combined, the rattle of
a dray over the hard blocks of Main
street, the ciang of a fire alarm, the
chugg of locomotive air-pump, the
bang of threshing machine, the clat-
ter of printing press. the whir-r of
the spinning room of a well-regulated
cotton mill, the explosion of giant
| cracker, the exhaust of a stationary
engine, the painting of steam-pump
| and the blare of a scythe factory.
This state of things continued for
many minutes and the headIong cata-
ract became the babbling brook, soft
and musically rhythmic as though its
waters were rolling over pebbles out
and in among the eel grass, stumps,
old tin cans, hoop-skirts, to sink at last
| in a gentle gurgle in the mud of the
streams led.
This music will positively not be pub
| lisEed in book form, but it will be sold
| by all boilermakers and hardware
dealers at market prices.