Daily Kennebec journal., 1903-08-06
AT OCEAN POINT.
John Quill Writes of this Beau
tifuI Resort.
Its Many Attractions and the Sum-
mer's Social Life.
Those Who are Occupying the Cottages
at the Point.

Ocean Point, Me-, August s.
SpeciaD.-Down where the cliffs and
the waters meet on the little peninsula
that forms the eastern shore of Booth
bay Harbor, the little colony of Ocean
Point nestles among the rocks just far
enough remote from the giddy whirl of
fashion, to be free from it's annoyances,
and just near enough for one to oc-
casionally catch a glimpse of a scene
or two being enacted in the drama of
life.
Every cottage is open and to the
stranger who visits the point, every
door swings inward There are no four
hundred. All feel that they are made
from the common clay, and there is q
certain air of freedom and good fellow
ship thoroughly enjoyed by everybody.
Nature has been lavish with her
scenic gems, and has scattered them
broadcast along the Maine coast, and
the little sheltered hooks in and around
the Point, are being appreciated more
and more as the years roll by.
Years ago the Point was a little
Maine colony, but people from the out
side world soon found US out in our
seclusion and today the Burrough of
Manhattan and the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts are well represented, al
so liberal sprinkling from the West
and Middle states.
The view from the Point is one ever
changing panorama. Which ever way
one looks, north, east south or west,
there is always something to delight
the eye. Across the bay to the west
ward the bold high promonotory Of
Capitol Island with it's little colony
catches the eye. A little to the south
west, Squirrel Island with it's summer
homes comes within our vision, while
still farther to the south and west
stately old Seguin, the guardian of the
Kennebec looms up. Between Seguin
and the Point the little government
| buildings on the CuckholdS are visible.
| TO the south is Fisherman's Island, and
separated by 81 narrow ship channel, is
| Ram Island with it's cute little stone
tower and lighthouse. Beyond Fisher
| mans is Damariscove Island and the
open sea. To the eastward of Fisher
mans are the White Islands, and the
ragged Hypocrites, a group of almost
| barren rocks that have picked many
schooner up in her passage to the
sheltered harbor of Roothbay. On the
| southern extremity of this group, on
| Damariscove facing the broad Atlantic,
| the government has established a life
| saving station, with all the modern
| appliances. Here the surfmen keep
| their lonely vigil, and when the storm
| comes and the waves run mountain
| high, and send the surf dashing over
| the cliffs, the surfmen in oiskin and
| tarpauin with Coston light in hand
patrol the ragged coast, vainly trying,
as he shades his eyes with his hand. to
penetrate the gloom and fog, that he
| may fash warning, to those who go
| down to the sea in ships. To the east
ward just visible on the horizon, can
be seen Monhegan 1sland, the artists
| paradise, and her twin, the Island of
| Mananas.
| All shipping making Boothbay, or
| bound out, are visible from the Point.
1t is the nautical road way, and during
| the summer months the blue waters of
| the bay are dotted with white winged
| boats, whose Sun-browned occupants
send their merry laughter over the wa
| ter.
| Back from the ocean front where the
wind whistles through the pines the
wooded paths are as fascinating and
| enchanting as ever.
| The winding road to Little River, the
| Indian trail to Gunner rock, through
the forest with its messy hangings, the
tote path to Anros. and the vista from
the bluff bringing in range Pemaquid
| light, Inner and Outer Heron Islands,
and the entrance to Damariscotta
| river. are few of the many beautiful
| inland scenes
It is said that the Lord tempereth
the wind for the poor shorn lamb, and
every breeze that blows across this
peninsula tempers the air to mildness.
and hot sultry weather is practically
| unknown.
Some changes have taken place with
in the past twelve months. Some who
were with US last year have gone never
to return. Members of our original
little colony, who will be sadly missed,
| their chairs are vacant, their voices are
still
here find the following: Col. John
w. Chase and Mrs. Chase; Mrs. John
| Hendee and Mrs. Boothby of Augusta,
health, evidently the Ocean Point
breezes agree with him.
AT Overledge-Dr. w. P. Giddings
and wife of Gardiner.
At the Small Cottage-Mr. and Mrs.
A. P. Small of New Jersey formerly of
Augusta, Miss Lennie Small, and Mr..
lC. w. Severence of Boston.
At Robinson Cottage-Mrs. Low. Miss
Fairbanks, and DR.. Robinson, of South
boro. Mass.
Noble Cottage-Mrs. F. T. Noble and
daughters, Miss Charlotte and Miss
Bessie and Miss Trotter of Augusta.
Partridge Cottage-Mrs. Willard and
daughters. Miss Bessie and Miss Mabel
of New York state and Miss Towle.
Presbrey Cottage-Mf. and Mrs
Eugene Presbrey. Victor Presbrey and
maid. all of New York.
Pierce cottage-Mrs. Galbraith. Miss
Helen Galbraith and maid from SPRING
ALL