Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-09-29

Harry M. Woods, R. F. D. 2, Ellsworth.
have wonderful outlook
: Over mountains, valley and seas,
And a church -spire points like an ar
Cleaning against the trees.
But the fog drifts in from the ocean
Curtaining over all
Not a sign of mountains and valley.
Not a CLEAN of the spire tall.
Then my visiting friends from dis
lance,
Incredulous shrug and stare,
And how can l prove them the beauty
Whenthey see there is nothing
there?
There is a wonderful outlook
From the inner windows of Soul
When the life of the Lord Christ Jesus
Shines triumphant over the whole.
And how can we prove there is
mystery
And how can we show He does
When the future looms dreary and
clouded
By the fogs of doubt and despair?
By faith we can prove the sweet
mystery,
Love shines through the fog OF
despair
When we have seen with our eyes the
vision
We knoW-We know He is there!
Selected.
Ellsworth, Me-, Sept. IS, 1925.
Dear Aunt Anne:
1t has been some time since 1 sent a
letter to the column, but have written
several that did not get mailed. I am
always glad to read but always nave
lots of excuses for not writing.
Uncle Johns verses reminded me OF
the spring where we used to get our
water when I was small and went to a
rural school, Our schoolhouse was set
in the woods away from the road
(iust why I could never make up my
mind, as a wagon passing was an
EVENT.. Probably it was put there so
nothing would bother us from learn
ing and take our minds from our
studies. A large playground and
field back of it were clear, the rest all
woods. The spring was at least one
third of a mile down in the woods I'M
der a steep bank which one could
easily get down, but so steep we had
to take hold of branches and pole
held by stakes to get up again. 1t
was called "the spout" and neighbor
had a long line of troughs made that
ran across a little brook and filled
large trough made of large willow
tree.
We used to take turns going lot
water two each time). l can remem-
Der so well one day when school hrst
opened in the fall, it fell the turn of
myself and a larger girl. We got to
the bank and as usual, we ran down.
She told me to wait, for L need not
come down, and started. She got
about half way down, screamed, turned
in her running and threw the pail at
something in the blackberry bushes A
big brown bear stood up from where
he was eating blackberries! Believe
me, 1 did not need to be told to run. 1
think we made good time reaching the
schoolhouse, burst in, and tried to lock
the door. The teacher came to see
what all the noise was about, ana
when we told her, she nearly tainted
When one of the boys offered to go
tell some one, she would not open the
door, but let him out by window
We had board shutters, and she closed
them all and fastened them, fearing
the bear had followed us. And there
we sat in darkness for several hours,
till some men came with guns and
told us the bear had been shot.
Well, l guess this is too long, so Will
close with my receipt for ripe cucum-
Der pickles.
Six pounds of fruit, two pounds OF
sugar and one quart of vinegar; gen
erous handful Of whole mixed spice.
Peel cucumbers, take out seeds and
soft part with a spoon, cover with
brine, and let set over night. To SIX
pounds, use -fourths cup salt,
and if you wish them to remain firm,
a small lump of alum. Drain we'll IN
the morning and put in the vinegar
which has already been heated and the
sugar, all dissolved. Bring to boil
over a slow fire. Use toothpick to
test, and when the pick goes through
easily, they are done. Put up in air.
tight cans. / have kept these three
years.
"E "A NJ