Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1917-06-15
Monheganites Man PlOw
For Big Potato Patch
Boston Sunday Globe

(BoSton sunday Glope)
When Andrew Peterson of Monhegan,
Me-, caught a shark in his mackerel net
last summer that measured rs feet,
and somebody put piece in the paper
about it. the island thought Andrew
had got all the publicity that was COM
ing to him for some time.
But this week Andrew fooled them.
Before telling how he did it mention
may be made that Andrew is the fond
parent Of two mighty smart daughters.
i One of them, Belle, runs the house for
him; but the other, Angie. not long ago
became the bride Of Capt. Lester Nu-
nan of the Nunan fishing feet of Cape
Porpoise
Thereby hangs the tale Of how An
drew got into the limelight for a Sec
ond time.
He had been reading about the need
of planting all available land, in order
to beat old General Famine next fall,
and casting his eye about the island.
decided that he would put in some po-
tatoes on likely stretch Of virgin soil
on Horns Hill, up toward the center
of the island near the lighthouse.
The storekeeper owning pillow and
aioo q iipi sc, <AIOlSN dPPllCo " IlItIi
for the hire of the same; but this being
busy time for the horse, the animal
was not to be had. The pillow, how
ever, was placed at Andrews disposal.
But of what use was a plow without
power to drive it through the tough
and twig grown sods Of Horns Hill?
Andrew turned this puzzle over in his
mind slowly, passing his fingers
through his beard the while.
Suddenly he started Up, so abruptly
that Belle thought something wrong
with him. This was not SO. He mere
ly had an idea.
Over the roof of Judge Jenny's sum-
mer cottage Andrew had caught sight
of the topmasts Of the schooner Ange-
lima Nunan, which was swinging at an
Choir inside Eastern Duck Rock, waiting
a good slant for the fishing grounds.
The Angelina Nunan is named for
Andrews daughter Angie, and COM
manded by Capt. Lester. husband to
said daughter. In her crew are IL of
the huskiest huskies sailing out of
Cape Porpoise.
Why want for power to draw the
pillow while those II huskies loafed
around decks waiting for chance to
fish? That was Andrews idea. He
acted on it forthwith.
Capt Lester was willing to man the
pillow, and so We're the crew. They felt
that breaking up that land for Andrew
was in a way doing it for Angie, and
also for Belle.
So the crew of the Angelina Nunan
struck out" in their dories, rowed to
the beach, and taking with them good
stout anchor rope and the storekeep-
er's pillow, started for Horns Hill.
There they bent" the hawser to the
pillow. Then the men lined up along it,
ready to haul, and Capt. Lester took
the helm.
STEADY now" said the captain.
Get bearing on that tree and steer
for it. Now, all together, pull"
Steady it is" responded the crew,
and off they started.
The ground was tougher than a last
years hake sound. but they put the
ploy straight through it, while Andrew
looked approvingly on
When they started the next furrow
the crew gained confidence and burst
into a snatch of chantie:
Shen an dOah, love your daughter.
Hey-ho We rolling river.
With this, and occasionally a COM
mand to Walk her down." when the
pillow struck a root, they turned furrow
after furrow of the sod, until the plow-
ing on Andrew Petersons garden on
Horns Hill was done.
Then they started back for their ves-
sci, and on their way stopped at An
drew's door to make a report Of the
days work to Belle