Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1906-05-23

Maine has great deal OF uphill and
downhill road in it, as you all know, bat
here Is long stretch of comparatively
level roadway. 1t is as il piece OF pretty
yellow ribbon lay along over a green car
pet. On either side are sweet fern and
juniper bushes ENDORSEMENTS, If you like,
on the carpet-and we see in places,
green, half-ripe and ripe blueberries.
We remember how we used to pick burrs
from the ferns, dig out the seeds with our
ten-ccnt iackkniyes and eat them, and &C.
casionalIy the juniper would supply us
from its ripest fruit, and give branch and
bush for brewsge; and blueberriss we al
ways welcomed in sauce, cake and pie.
Don't you wish you had some now?
notice, as We ride along, that the ugly
fences that once stretched along the sides
of the road, have been removed, and so
there il broader, freer and better view OF
things in general by the roadside. and /
think to myself that there are other un-
comely looking fences that 'obstruet the
view and impede the progress Of men and
women that II would be well to have pulled
down and earted away as these have
been.
On the way We come to land pass several
little patches of woods which break the
monotony Of the scene, but do not see in
them the tree squirrel as wish. One of
the happy pastimes of my boyhood was
watching the frolics of this cunning little
rodent. Did you ever see him handle a
nut or bud? | can see him now, and no
doubt you can, as he sits on the spruce
bough just out Of reach, squat on his little
hams, his tiny iorepaws holding burr to
his lips, and turning it to fit his sharp
teeth as he picks it in pieces and gets at
the sweet kernel.
.'Isn't he cutegf' This is the expression
OF the delighted, enthusiastic little boy or
girl. You and remember when sc were
there. This little fellow Of the woods did
well then, and Is doing well now down
there, his little part in giving zest to crea-
ton He Is q profitable little teacher to
him who will receive mis- instruction.
Looking at the forest puts me in mind
OF the time when swung the az in them
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from gaping wounds in the sides Of pine,
spruce, fir, poplar and maple, on cold,
frosty mornings as ! brought them crash
ing down, and then chopped them up into
oordwood lengths or logs as they lay
PROSTATE in the snow at my feet, which
we're encased in cowhIde boots, which
"Uncle Billy" made for me from hide
"old whitetacef furnished, tanned by
.'Unele Peter at halves.
We are very near the Point now, where
once lived an aunt of mine, and where
had had many good time, eating apples
gathered from an orchard on the place,
the trees of which, have no doubt, were
planted before my aunt was born, at any
rate, before she went there to live on the
day she was married.
On the old farm had worked in haying
time. Uncle always led his hired men
with the scythe, and assure you we were
tired when night came. More than once,
because my ankles and knees had failed
me, crAwled upstairs TO my bed on ''all
fours, !" and when got up in the morning
1t took good deal of Imminent and rub
bling to get me limbered up for the day.
As We ride on we come to a road on the
left, leading from the main highway &c
the shore. This we take, and it brings us
TO a steamboat wharf. Near this is tbs
common picnic ground. Joe thinks this
is an ideal place for the purpose, ana
| hither he often comes with his yachting
parties, believe.
NV niece and ] are on time; but ther'
are no signs OF Joe and hi, party. We
wonder at this, but OF course are ex-
pecting to see boats round the point al
any moment; and We are very anxious 4
meet them. for, no doubt, there will be il
the party many OF my old friends sDC
acquaintance, and, perhaps, some OF
their children and grandchildren whom
have never seen, but shall be delighted Il
meet for new acquaintance sake. And
| long to take the hand again of old friends
| II will be like bringing together broker
parts Of Of an old chain OF fellowship an6
reuniting the links which for many year
have been scattered through the severa
states; some Of them thousands of mile
| separated.
What wonders and Of what great utilit!
are the postal service, telegraph and tele
phone. How they shorten distances
keeping US in touch with our friends; an'
the press, so that before we eat our break
fast on the morning OF each new day, VI
may know what has happened the worl'
over, during the hours OF our sleeping
but what is all of this in comparison will
a good, hearty handshake between friends
that haven't met for over thirty yearsg
As hope to meet old friends here to
day, am feeling that there is something
wonderfully mysterious about hand
shake. II seems to open up at once
broad highway from heart to heart; an'
so electrifies the eye that it sparkles from
a smiling face as dewdrops sparkle unde
the smiles of lovely Summers morning
You have seen these dewdrop gems a
glittering pendants from countless thread
OF little nets spread over New England