The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1914-09-10
News Snapshots
OF the Week

white bloom behind the shelter of which
l am enjoying my own little corner of
Crawford's.
For several weeks we have enjoyed the
great privilege of Sunday services in the
parlor, and have listened to some very
earnest and eloquent discourses from
Mr.. J. H. Jefferies of New York, who is
a great Sunday school worker, and from
several of the ministers who have been
staying in the house. The singing at
these services of the old familiar hymns,
which are dear to so many heart through
early associations, is very beautiful, and
the solos sung by young George Hedden-
burg, the second head waiter, who has a
sweet tenor voice, are especially fine.
Many of the people from Crawford's at
tend Sunday morning service at the
Stickney memorial church, which is four
miles away. AS yet l have not been
among the numbers, but have only
viewed the church from the outside.
With its square stone tower the church
is very attractive one, located on the
banks of the Ammonoosac river. This
river rises in our own Ammonoosac lake,
around which is one of the many beauti-
full walks at Crawford's, accessible at all
times as the path begins almost at the
door,
| Of the walks / have taken since my
last letter was written, perhaps the
most enjoyable ones have been to Beech
ers Falls and Pearl Cascade and up Ele-
plants Head with my faithful friend
Master Benton Pinney, who is the nine
years-son of Madam, the postmistress.
Having spent every summer of his young
life at Crawford's, he is acquainted with
all its attractions, and is guide to be
implicitly trusted in all its highways and
byways. The walk to Beechers and
Pearl is not long one from the house,
the trail beginning in the grounds and
leading gently up through the forest
primeval," with its flowers, birds and
squirrels, to the bridge which, high
above the mountain stream, crosses to
the other sides. From this bridge one
looks down upon the swirling waters in
their rocky bed far below, or up at the
beautiful falls, which come down in a
mass of foam from the cliff above, and
feels the exalted sensation which seizes
upon the human soul when brought face
to face with one of natures master
pieces. A little farther up the same
trail is the Pearl Cascade, which is an
other feathery, foaming sheet of spray,
even more beautiful than Beechers. At
both these points there are comfortable
time may sit and dream the hours away
to the music of rushing waters.
The same trail that leads to Beecher
and Pearl leads up Mt. Avalon, but as
this is a strenuous climb which Benton
informs me cannot be done in s'hobble
skirt" l have not attempted it.
The trail up Elephants Head is long
err and little more difficult one than that
to Beecber's and Pearl, but the view
from the top we'll repays one. The
Crawford House, its grounds and rail-
road station, the country beyond, with
it's mountains, and the Mt. Washington
House at Breton Woods in the distance,
are, perhaps, seen to better advantage
from this point than any other, and one
is impressed anew with the vastness of
it all. The rock also commands view
of the State road, and the almost contin-
uous line of automobiles passing over it
as surveyed the scene from that lofty
point gave me a more comprehensive
idea of the automobile travel through
this region than l could otherwise have
gained. Another beautiful walk at Craw
ford's is over Pinney's trail up to the
play ground, where the husband OF
madam, the postmistress. INDUCES his
taste for identifying and improving.
Here he has hammocks, swings, seats and
very pretty and comfortable pavilion;
and here the many who wish to enjoy u
restful spot in the heart of the forest
find their way and return with words of
commentator and praise for the man
who has planned and executed this good
work. Mr.. Pinney has been head waiter
at Crawford's for fifteen years. and pre-
vious to that was the printer here; my
highest praise for him is that, in my
opinion, he is perfectly worthy to be the
husband of madam.
Among the guests we have had many
people of note in the social world.
Among them the most democratic and
iovial is Mr.. James Scott, the Pittsburg
millionaire, who was Andrew Carnegie's
partner. Mr.. Scott, who is typical
Scotchman, with big hearty voice and
delightful Scotch "burr," might well
have stepped forth from one of William
Blacks novels. He is devoted to golf,
and the fine golf course at Crawford's Is
to him.one of its chief charms, and the
golf tournaments here and at Breton
Woods have been great feature in his
enjoyment of the summer. Mrs. Scott
| is ! gentle, ..sweet-fseed woman, who has
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