The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1916-11-09
In the Town of Waldo.

In endeavoring to portray to the world
at large, and the unseeing at home, the
many attractions of Belfast and vicinity
have repeatedly written that ride in
any direction from our city will bring
to view scenic beauties worthy of the
artists brush. While this ia not affirmed
wholly from personal knowledge, no one
has questioned the truth of the state
ment and many have endorsed it. With
the many drives inland-by lake ami
stream, hill and vale, cultivated fields
and woodlands-or beside the blue waters
of the bay, some have their favorite
routes which they follow again and again
with never-ceasing pleasure. The other
day was invited to accompany Dr.. and
Mrs. Everard A. Wilson on one of their
favorite auto rides, which was practical
ly all in the neighboring town OF Waldo.
Very appropriately the start was made
out Waldo avenue, but the route taken
on leaving that thoroughfafe was entire.
ly through different part of the town
from that recently visited. We passed
''The Birches, !" which had not seen be-
fore-a grove of these graceful trees
through which the road passes. Left to
themselves birch trees grow so closely
together that they present a mass of
foliage, relieved only by the white trunks.
but these trees had apparently been
thinned out and the underbrush cleared
up, and the trees stood out like so many
white columns. Soon we passed a grange
hall and later another, and although no
one in the party knew which was which,
we concluded that the first was the home
of Silver Harvest and the second of
Frederick Richie Grange.
Since the writer accompanied Mr.. j.
F. Wilson on visit to Pearl Brook farm
a few years ago he has been an enthusi-
list regarding the farming capabilities of
the Poor's Mills section; and DR.. Wilson,
who was born on farm in Belmont,
called attention to some of the fine farm
lands in the town of Waldo. AS on for
mer auto trips the writer was interested
in having pointed out the homes, or
early homes, of people known for years.
Strange to say it was Mrs. Wilson who
knew where everybody lived and where
this and that road led. At Evans Cor
ner, the home of Edward Evans, our
efficient Register of Deeds, was pointed
out, with the remark that it was no use
to call as he would be off somewhere in
his car, from which it may be inferred
that it was a day when he was freed
from official duties.
Of specia interest was the ride through
a section of the Head of the Tide not
visited for long time, Some twenty
five years ago accompanied cousin on
a drive to see the Cunningham house, the
home of her land my maternal relatives;
but l only recall seeing Negro Island,
which seemed to have grown somewhat
in size since that day. DR.. Wilson re-
marked that it was said to derive its
name from the burial on the island of a
negro who had died of small pox. As
Maine islands are in demand nowadays
perhaps some "summer visitor" may
buy Negro Island and it give it more
poetic name.
The big red brick Ferguson house was
not at all familiar, though often visited
in the days when the late George B. Fel-
guson was active in busine SIS and politics.
Near by was the home of cur valued con
tributor, Miss R. T. Newell, which she
loves so dearly and writes of so charm
ingly. ! was also interested in little
buildi ng with the word Chemical
across its front, the headquarters of
Chemical No. l, local fire company
which has done excellent service ON sew
eral occasions. Then there was the home
Of Farmer Doak, who specialized this
year in potatoes and beans, two of the
best paying crops of the year. On the
other side of the Passage re-
lieyed against background Of trees, the
home of Beverly Sta Piles was an attrac-
tive feature in the landscape.
Soon we are in a section familiar to
everybody; then, by way of postscript,
we passed through Belfast and went
down Northport avenue to Little River
and then, home. CAP.