The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-23

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 call that its way your like wrath before coaxng calling, pleading And heard the call of Maine the drums of Maine the chimes of Maine, changing symphony all their Maine corpuses its way blood Kery the memorial bridge from Portsmouth But your only the fringe Kity Not until you away down does the cascade of Maine tumbling like panopy of Tonight I'm taking few high from my Maine vacation transforming them mirror that I'm using to heograph the story to you And enjoy the word pictures seek paint with the whole hearted that did while among hem m we all have a lovely vacation twilight trE
 Orr's island Maine. If you fancy island that has been the lee side of this high age land that to have escaped the retchngs of Commercial Moac fisher mans garden spot then have columns idea of this his toc patch. And it historic believe Perhaps in the decade you read Harriet Bher Stowes The Pearl of Ors Island It real ker in that haycon And it brought Ors island from obscuty into world of letters that is still happy remember We spent day Orrs island There shore dinner for half dollar that Connecticut eateterias would duplicate fo three the And while eating and looking the open that bayd in front of boat cams wshng along and warped the dock nquirng revealed fact that made afternoon trip Portland returning about eight the evening And to the boat which slipped anchor and started down among islands Portland queen city of the queen slid through the like sharp bladd knife On either side of islands beled from the like fat pauneh
 The shore skyline seemed hmstehed by pine Huge rocks mbled the backs of aged paehyderm They seemed spewed about by the careless mouth of spewing nature We round the bend Baleys island Almost instantly and if by pearranged signal hundreds of gu take the air. flying such close formation that the seemed plotted for the timc Up and down they tumbns like mammoth
 flakes like the of December blizzard Guls flying craziy and sending weird the glare August day. Cries like lost souls in another world Our boat docks Baey island for passengers The gul taxi to their hangers rocks that stick into the like the tanned fingers of restless giant Again off and again these guls honk overhead following the open sea- Here the famed rock bound Maine with pines spruces other fir waving the wind like sooh ing bendeon Islands wrlthing under Islands glowing like diamonds in Christmas windows Green water stretching lanes of nky black Rocks proruding above the ocean uncontrolled gotres White caps know
 
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 night on Caseo bay If you ve seen the sun nk into the tired of its toL if you've of islands eommunng with and sky and wind if you've million rainbows gigantic color you Casco bay of the real beauty spots along the Maine Here night spent chair awned cliff overlooking the There that seemed almost afraid of it. self tmd peace that of tptoed along beneath the
 The tapping of the shore seemed to disturb the august stiffness of the night Shades drawn down slowly and softly Beyond the horizon could Mecca We all Mecca occasionally An atrophed sun cast long lacey fingers over the "A final sleep. Out beyond the islands boat lazed along boat with people One could their laughter And then the islands themselves huge shadows if their size the swallow them mighty majesty Islands that seemed afraid of the dark and whistng keep their spirits And then night salt roll of the incoming tde wash of boats riding anchor and awaiting the of things Night and the boot of owl far off lighthouse of bird
 life. that's what owl means Night, closing in like envelopng army Closing unique summer home built about giant and the finding continued growth above the roof (They love their Casco bay Early morning the output of fishing boat ehurning out to
 Slowly the dawn spnging from the like comet alame Chasing the night before it. Banhng the owl welcoming bird
 life of the day. Pungent of pine and balsa and hem lock. Morning Caseo bay @@
 Tenants harbo (Where spent four days the guest of Frank Pearsons.) Tenants habor verable Garden Eden you appreciate pmeva forests and attendant primitive surroundings And window the pretty stretch of land and I've gmpd along the of Maine
 Nature have outglorifd itself Tenants harbo The woods studded with members of the fbearns family Moss centuries old hangs the limbs like pendants medals mitare Pine needles the ground like Whas of ple The needles have falling centuries and crunehed moeeasined feet Table rocks invite your attention while their jagged sisters show the effect of and tide these In front of Posde the ot Franks cottage wharf that antedates the Civil From this wharf Maines sailed join the Union forces Boston during the Rebellion And years ago. I'm told Boston boats doeked the wharf dgorg their of humans and freight Here fhed for founders and fin shed with Frank five up for the day Went boating and returned with sunbun galore. And from the boat
 rendered ideal view of the far flung pines ochng the shore And the Roekland boat with lights on it's run Boston, Across the bay the Thomas Bailey Adreh home.
 I'm told wedding party due late that day. The couple and spend few hours the yacht There the moonlight sends chromium sheen the Maine takes sweethear it's breast The three Small who play hosts There's Annette Edna and Doris Maine girls originally but Bosoned the few years Spn- did womanhood indeed. Down to the village where the yoke emphasize remarks with nicotine expeetoraions Back again Lobster fishermen batting their traps while gus gather up the scraps eatboat genueetng Father Np. forward panaesa for ills Sounds ehmerieal ie hagdv diviaN Rut