Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1905-09-13
HOME SWEET HOME.
ONLY ONE WHO WANDERS
TRULY APPRECIATES 1T.
A MAINE MARINER RUNS HOME AND
GETS AcQUAINTED-Ass
NEVER EORGET HIM
written for THE AMERICAN by Capt. Ed. A..
Richardson, OF Deer Isle

and rare, made side trip from Mary
land to Merry Maine. Such trips offer
more pleasure and interest than all the
other rambles of rowing life. They are
the green spots in the salt deserts, the
sweetening for life's acids.
The better and the wiser Maine citizen
lives his life at home occasionally going
elsewhere for change and recreation He
is pleased to go, and no doubt glad to
return. Perhaps his life of sameness may,
in some cases, lead the mind more to the
practical side--he may not so well appre-
ciate how the cooling, green shades in his
garden are soothing and restful to
wearied eye, nor value the varied blossom
and harmony of the wayside. His pleas
ure may often be more in the promised
abundance rather than in the natural
beauties of his growing fields. 1t is but
the common rule of our natures to under
value the blessings that are never denied.
Unfortunate, in some ways, is he who
wears his life away in other parts and on
distant seas. He may uery occasionally
visit place called home, on hurried trips
of pleasure, and incidently to hold down
moral claim to citizenship; though per-
haps, if he came not at ALL his name would
be kept on the voting list, as a sort of 81
lent comedy, and be always sure that it
will continually hold an honored place on
the assessors books.
Possibly his mode of life and it's denials
may lead the mind to be more suscepti-
BILE (more effeminate, if you wilD and
more apprecistive of home and rural
blessings. He will notice the fragrance
and the purity of the tall white lilac at
his window, and see grace and beauty in
the birch tree where some other might see
only firewood.
While at home, regardless of the law
and the sheriff, 1 met with no diff
Guilty whatever in procuring better liquid
for an honest thirst than I had elsewhere
found in two years of absence and travel.
The still, the pump, the bucket and the
agate dipper are family property, while
good God and nature do the rest.
One who has been denied nothing of the
kind, who has never lived where a zenith
sun may almost warp the soul, who never
drank from rusty tank or dead-wood cask
nor been burned by tropical fever, may
ever know how to value the clear, cool
springs of Names pure and holy water.
The palate that would call for other drink
is but depraved and as unnatural as it is
unfortunate. am not over-devout, nor
yet given to thinking aloud, but members
of the household may sometimes hear
murmured ''Thank God!" when the words
spring readily from the very soul,
But however eloquently all the comforts
and pleasures of lhome-idyls may appeal
to the heart, times flies on winged heels,
and duty denies delay. Courage may al
most be called for to change the scene
and to lead one out to climb the we'll
known scalding hills of southern sum
mer's MINDLESS sea.
A time for departure came, and with it
one of those rare June days, dark south
east deluge, beginning when daylight
should have appeared and seemed to have
no ending. A dreary day indeed for per-
sons who may be practicing deceptive
spirit of never mind. Some home made
advice WAS offered: "A day would be no
great loss; the boat might not go up, and
if she did the sea would be rough and
stormy
In travelling, if one may select his time,
he should start when the weather is about
as bad as possible-the next change will
be for the better. Never start out in very
fine weather, hoping for a sunny trip.
This advice applies to all journeys of more
than day. AS rule, human Judgment,
from simple local observation, cannot
safely foretell the weather more than
few hours in advance.
So the ropes that bind the heart to
home were cast off in the rain, while the
faithful dog - whose memory tIoo years
cannot dim-sat on the step and cried the
hours away-well knowing that his friend
would not soon return.
We boarded the fine steamer Morse, and
with the home-taught spirit of neatness
still in force, l was embarrassed by
threatened drainage from my umbrella on
the rich end crimson carpets. asked the
stewardess what they do with man hav-
ing a weeping umbrella. ''Stand him on
his head in a cuspidor," said she.
same name of the Landingville came on
board. In sunshine or in storm he is
unquestionIDly the most genial and
popular man in the county, and he has
even been called the finest looking man
in the State. When l told the size of the
sea serpent that / had met, he very in
geniously cast suspicion on my habits,
drawing laughter at my expense, and later
on he intimated that l may know how
Bill Robbins died. He did not know that
was in foreign port when William met
the bitter end of his peculiar life. No
doubt that suspicion attaches to others
who are quite as innocent as myself but
without so strong an aIibi.
On arrival at Rockland pier, as the
storm had not quite ceased, nearly all
landsmen and other lady passengers took
a west houpd train WhiIe he roIlfnu