New Britain herald., 1928-10-13

miles OF endless evergreen wood Of
Maine. Pine trees, full grown, not 20
tall but with beautiful Wide spreads
OF bright green needles. spread out
their branches to the sunlight as far
as one can see. In one year there
were $4,000 planted.
II visitor is fortunate enough to
have as an escort someone who
knows the park thoroughly, he may
be invited to stop where McClintock
and Blake roads meet and stroll.
through the woods in the rear Of
the park.
Lost In Woods
Through a natural gateway be-
tween pine trees one walks, until
there comes dizzy feeling OF being
lost in the woods. Trees. trees and
trees. The heavy, pungent but not
unpleasant odor of pines fills the
air. Pine needles, ranging FROM
brilliant green to rusty brown make
a soft but slippery carpet on the
ground.
As he strolls along. pinning his
faith entirely in the ability of the
guide to find a way out of the forest.
the visitors nostrils catch with an
odor not quite SO pleasant. He re-
cognixes it as smoke. Workmen are
found raking dried leaves onto large
piles and burning them In clear
ing. THE create fire hazard il
they are not burned" explains the
guide, who adds that several years
ago 1000 pine trees were lost by
fire.
The attention of the visitor now is
drawn to the view. A panorama OF
rolling farm land, houses, forests.
roadways and moving traffic extends
across the valley to the hills in the
distance. fading into a misty horizon
ever the hill tops.
From the spot where the visitor
and guide now stand. it is planned
in the near future to run a roadway
or graveled walk, winding through
the trees to the open portion OF the
park fronting on Stanley street.
This roadway was the dream of for
MGR Park Superintendent Ralph B.
wainwright. 1t is an ideal site for
log cabin or some rustic building. I
This would be the place for tour
list camp site and there is no doubt
in the mind of the superintendent of
parks that New Britain is losing out
every day by not affording a well
come spot for rest and recreation of
motor campers.
On Blake road toward Stanley
street, the scene gradually changes.
From an open road fianked on the
park side with the dense pine trees.
the visitor and guide now find them
selves in woodland with tall white
birches and tall pine trees vying
with each other TO join branches
across the highway. Autumn leaves
flutter down and rustic along the
ditch beside the road. The roadway
undergoes a change. The dusty high
way takes on the appearance OF a
gravel road. ruts do not seem quite
SO deep. foliage is thicker and the
sky sometimes seems almost lost to
shaded and a com Portable woodland
GOODNESS is felt. The road grows
more crooked 1t climbs UP and
down and winds around. Now 1t
crosses a brook. One can imagine
squirrels and chipmunks scampering
through the underbrush or lodging
from the branches of birch trees to
the background of oak and myrtle.
Suddenly one comes to the brick tool
house, the fish pond bursts into
view. the travellers again are back
on the paved highway and the visit
to the forest is over.
Home of Mosquitoes Drained
But here one finds more action.
North of the pool where the boys Of
New Britain sat and fished during
the past summer, was a large
swampy spongy section. affording an
ideal breeding place for mosquitoes.
This has been drained and filled.