Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1903-08-11
J 2t8lN0g9 Gossip

I have felt the suns bright mirth;
| have heard what the wild bird saith.
Away with the clinging stain of earth,
And the song with sob IN Its breath;
There's a nook in the wide greenwood,
There's a brook with a silver tongue;
There's a grand old tree where birdl1ngs
brood.
And the hymns of the heart are sung;
.as .-s. .s,.sSss,sssasss.s - ssks &Tes1Ikxs1E2
Where the downy footed breeze
Comes softly with healing breath,
I'll steal the strength of the shadoWinG
trees,
And talk no more of death.
While the posies watt their sweets
And the Swa wing branches toss,
I'll Danish fear on a charger fleet
And the prophets that whisper loss.
| am one with the sunshine's glow;
| am heart of the zephyr's sigh:
And I'll feel the JOY that children know,
And sages wise deny.
Julia May Williamson.
Possibly in case of real war the Maine
coast would not be given such exclusive
| attention by the navy.
| DR.. SIMPSONS annual collection at
| old Orchard was less than half what it
has been in some years.
Wilton's centennial celebration is
| today's leading Old Home feature in
Maine.
Another reason why the September
session will be very short is that every
| body will be anxious to so over to
Lewiston to the State fair.
That terrible accident off Rockland in
which four precious lives were sacri-
| fled, again demonstrates the necessity
| of constant and extreme care in the
| handling of naptha launches.
1t is estimated that Rockland has less
than one-half the number of visitors
| who have been here in August for sew
cral year s past, and the Courier
Gazette figures out that this is due to
the fact that the city has provided no
plans for Old Home Week. 1t is quite
certain that this custom will be revived
another season.
They had a little trouble down at
Gardiner, the other day, with a Bath
man who had just been released from
the kenncbec Jail, and the Reporter
journal suggests that it would be safe
plan to take the Sagadahoc prisoners
back to their own county when their
terms expire, and turn them loose
there.
1t remained for that irrcpressible
Parkhurst correspondent to tell the
story of two young men getting lost in
an Aroostook potato field. Here is a
segment of the tale. They had not
gone q great distance before they We're
hopelessly lost in the tangled mass of
vines and tops. Thinking that they
could get out by following along be-
tween the rows, they started, but as
the dense growth shut out the sun they
did not know in what direction they
were travelling. An owl hooted over
head and frightened them, and they
ran tho other way, but had not gone
far when they met an old bear and her
cubs. They yelled and drummed on
their tin pals, and the bear ran away.
Then a thunder shower came and
lowered above the field for an hour; the
lightning struck a big potato top, and
tore it to the ground Night was COM
ing on. and the now thoroughly fright
ened boys began to cry, but they soon
came to where someone had killed
deer and left part of the carcass. They
decided to camp for the night. From
the remains of an old barrel they man
aged to get fire and made hearty
meal on roast potatoes and venfson. a
searching party went to the field at
daybreak and found them a trifle damp
and frightened, but alive and WE'LL
Even the worm will turn at last.
Now, this isn't saying that the editor
of the Biddeford Journal is creature
that crawls in the dust, for he is one of
the best fellows living and as patient
and good-natured as he is bright, but
wholesale theft from his columns have
at last brought out this cheerful little
gem of sarcasm: I'VE are pleased to
see that some of our exchanges con-
tinue to exc out their editorial columns
by Ginning from the Journal without