Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1904-04-14

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Canvase covered with Ocean lore. Its
many coves and inlets where the tides
cbbcd and flowed among the weed GOV.
cred rocks. its bold cliffs. sea washed,
and above which the white gulls and
tishhawks circled: the deep thickets OF
spruce through which the ocean winds
murmured and where great beds OF
ferns and clusters OF red bunch berries
grew were one and all left undiSturbed
week in. week out.
At the Cape, where Uncle Terry
Aunt Lissy and Telly lived their sim
pie home life. and Bascom, the store
keeper and postmaster, talked unceas
ingly when he could find a listener
and Deacon Oaks wondered why the
grace O God hadn't freed the land
from stuns.' NJ one ever came to dis
turb its Quietudc. Every morning Tn
Gle Terry, often accompanied by Telly
in a calico dress and %sunbonnct, rowed
out to pull his lobster traps, and after
dinner harnessed and drove to tho head
of the island to meet the mail boat
then ut eventide, after lighting his pipe
and the lighthouse lamp ut about the
same time. generally Stro!led over to
Bascom's to have n chat. while Telly
made a call on the "Widder Leach" a
misanthropic but pious protegec OF
hers, and Aunt Iissy read the paper.
Once in about three weeks. according
to weather. the monotony of the village
WAS disturbed by the arrival of a small
schooner owned jointly by Uncle Terry
Oaks and Bascom, and which piled be
tween the Cape and Boston. Once in
two weeks services were held, as usual
in the little brown church. and as often
the lighthouse tender called and left
coal and oil for Uncle Terry. Regu.
larry on Thursday evenings the few
piously inclined. led by Deacon Oaks
gathered in the church to sing hymns
they repeated fity-two times each year
listen to Il prayer 10y Oaks that seldom
varied III n single sentence, and hcart
Auntic Leach thank the Lord for hi
'many mercies,' though what they
Gcre in her case il would be hard L
tell, unless being permitted to live
ulollt llN WI lldlu " NV At hi war
a mercy. The scattered islanders ant
the handful whose dwellings cOmprisec
the Cape worked hard. lived frugally
and were unconscious that all aro1nC
them was Il rocky shore whose cliffs
and inlets and beaches were SO many
poems of picturesque and charming
scenery.
This was Southport in summer, bu
in winter. when the little harbor a
the Cape was icebound, the wlndin!
beneath drifts and the people often 70
weeks Mt Il time absolutely cut OF
from communication with the rest o
the world. it vas a place cherries II
its desolation. Like so many wood
chucks then the residents kept within
doors or only stirred ont to cut wood
fodder the stock and shovel paths s.
that the children could go 10 schooI
The days We're short and the evening
long. and to get together and spen'
hours in labored conversation the onl,
pastime. 1t was n of those long ever
ings and when Aunt Lissy and Tell
were at n neighbor's and Uncle Terry
left to himself, was reading every line
including the advertisements, in tn
last Journal, that the following me
his eye:
WANTED Information that will lea
10 the discovery of an heir to the estat
of one Eric Peterson. a landowner an
shipbuilder of Stockholm, Sweden, who's
son, with his wife, child and crew, W.
known TO have been wrecked on the coas
OF Maine in March, 1877. Nothing hs
over. hasA, hsArds Qf:aAtdtPetersQn or b