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BAYSIDE on COUSINS ISLAND
The Gem of Casco Bay Protected from the Cold east winds — always comfortable THE SEASHORE LAND COr have recently sold 40 lots to desirable people; - a few good lots overlooking the Bay are offered at $100 each, special terms if desired, 5000 sq. ft.; - prices will advance soon; - fine spring water; - bathing beach; - special shore privileges to all; - our motor boat will call at Portland or any of the islands for parties wishing to see the property; - notify SEASHORE LAND CO. OFFICE, 102 EXCHANGE STREET - - ROOM 44 - - PORTLAND, MAINE f^emii)iseeoees of Q^ildl^ood. This is a real true story which Aunt M has often told to her little nieces,—something which happened when she was a little girl, and it may interest other little folks outside of the greataunt's family. Possibly there are some others who knew Aunt M . and have heard of this remark able trip to Orr*s Island which hap pened so many years ago; and even the little folks asked in astonishment, "Where you ever a little girl?" And no wonder! for it is like a dream of far-off childhood days—but a nappy one to remember—and Aunt M al ways enjoys telling it. Yes, Aunt M was once a little girl; an active, restless one, too; and when the long summer vacation days came, what should be done with her was always a vexed question In the family. But on one particular season an Invitation came most opportunely for her to visit some distant relatives living at Orr's Island. In those days this island seemed more remote than Madagascar, and not so near in im agination as the Philippines are now. Aunt M felt very important as the necessary preparations for the trip were being made. I wish you children could see one of the laige carpet-bags used then,—a big, flowered affair, made out of carpeting, having handles and a clasp—not much like the attractive dress suit cases that are in use at the present time. A new gingham sun-bonnet, corded and made with a cape (perhaps more sensible than the hats children are now wear ing), two new gingham dresses, a woolen plaid, and a challie for "meet ing best." completed the wardrobe. The day came for starting on the visit, and the good-by kisses were exchanged with many parting injunc tions from her mother—what she must do, and, more particularly, whit she must not do. Her father took her on that lovely June day to Ingraham's Wharf, Portland, for she was to sail on Captain Orr's boat, the "Polly Ann." No steamers were running to the island in those days. The captain, with his daughter Rachel, had come to the city for groce ries for their little store which sup plied the island people. The little craft appeared pretty full, and, as Aunt M went down the steps of the wharf, her ardor was somewhat dampened by being so near the water and she would gladly have gone back home with her father. But the good captain assured her that he came to the city every week, and that Rachel could manage the "Polly Ann" as well as a man. A» they nailed, Rachel be came a heroine In her eyes, as *hc thought her something wonderful. After a short time some consultation arose between Rachel and her fathor. The nails were reefed, and the Captain and Rachel took the oars; but the boat made little headway for they were, as they said, becalmed. The little traveller did not fully under stand the meaning of the term then, but realized that they were at a stand still. Many times since, in the bustle of this life, she has thought of the beautiful stillness of that June night as the moon came out of the water, the whole scene making a deep Im pression on her mind. Occasionally the distant paddle of some craft, stranded as they were, was the only sound to be beard. Supperless, nhe did not thlrvk of being hungry, for her thoughts were more of the wonderful story she would tell her playmates on h«>r return home. She often won «i«»re«i at the good captain'* patience an he wan ssked again and again about the time. At twelve o'clock a land ng could be made a* It waa low tide. It wan decided that the little girl should be left at Captain Pen nell'a. the nearest house, while Rachel and her father w*nt through the wood* to their home. Good Mrs. Pennell, on being roused, very kindly paid that the little girl could come in for the night and sleep as late as she wished In che morning. But little ileep came to her for the previous evening's adventure, and the wster dashing on the rocks, were too much for her ; so, very early I the n*xt morning. she surprised Mrs.! P. by going out on the bluff. Every thing was so fasclnsttng. down here by the sea—the fishermen coming In with their boats of hake and haddock, the catch of the night previous, and their talk while pulling In the boats, were so novel that she waa loth to leave to go In to her breakfast. And now for a part of the story which Interests her even as sn elderly la ly. aa she has since learned that she stayed that night in the house now known as "The Pearl House." You may have had read to you Mrs. Stowe's charming story, "The Pearl of Orr's Island.'' Well, in this very house there was a little girl who may have been the very one about whom Mrs. Stowe wrote. fShe was an or phan whose father and mother sailed away and never came back. The sad face of the little girl Aunt M still remembers as she stood on the bluff watching the ships pass and hopiug her father and mother might come back. She took great pride in show ing her treasures,—a lacquered box with gilt figures in which were her mother's chain and locket; also her father's rings, and some other keep sakes. A case of bright, stuffed birds, and some feather flowers under a glass globe, adorned the mantle. These her father had sent her from Brazil. But to go on with the story: After dinner Aunt M went to her rela tives. The house where they lived was on a high cliff, and the vessels passed very near as they rounded the point to make the harbor in Portland. In those days this harbor was often a forest of masts, with so many ves sels going and coming to and from foreign parts. Of the many who sailed and never reached port, no tale is told. It was Aunt M 's delight to gather the pretty mosses and shells on the beach, and to go in wading to her heart'p content. It would not uave been like * her if something unusual had not happened, so one day she left her shoes and stockings on a rock, unmindful of the in-coming tide, and. on going back to the spot she found her belongings had gone out to sea. An old pair of shoes were borrowed from a neighbor's little girl, as she remembered she was not to wear her white kid ones on the shore, but to keep them for meeting. In this home was a dear old grand mother, a real grand mother of by-gone days, with her white cap and kerchief. On rainy days and evenings it was her delight to gather the children of the family about her, telling them stories of her childhood, and what her grandmother told her, just as this story is being told to you. Not far from this house is the sit*-, of an old block house, a kind of fort, where, in the early days, when the Ind.ans were on the coast of Maine, people had to stay for safety. As the children were told how often the In dian* came, and the dreadful frigars they occasioned, they would go off to bed. trembling with fear lest the dusky savages were yet in hiding about the shore. Oh, no! grandmother would assure them,—that was in the days of the Indian War. Then the Indians came here from Canada; and In Yarmouth, Freeport, and all down the coast, people lived in terror of them. , ... On one particular occasion her father and mother came to Falmouth (now Portland) for a day's visit, ex pectlng to return that same evening. But they were detained, and, as they neared the Island on home-coming, they saw traces that the Indians had teen there during their absence. Ter ror-stricken, they found the bumble little home In ashes, and the children) and neighbors gathered in the block house—all their family but one, the elde«t daughter, a girl of fifteen. In tha days of war the Indians, always cunning and shrewd, would manage to take women as prisoners, holding them as hostages. This meant that If the whites had the red men as pris oners. they would exchange, and sometimes they would make our peo ple pay a large sum of money to get the prisoners back. The missing sis ter was carried captive to Canada by the Indians, and remained wl'n Ihem three y*»ars. They did not abase her. for fear they might lose their ran* >rn money. The grandmother would tell the children how Lottie had a weary march through the wood*, and how, in living with the Indiana, she had learned to maka moccasins and to weave baaketa. Then theae baskets and moccaalna were taken from the closet and shown to the chlldref. When the war waa over, the United ri fates government made arrange ments to exchange prisoners, and a vessel waa sent to Quebec to bring them home. From time to time re ports would come of Lottie, bat for a while she could not he found. The good captain would not come away without her. and adopted many plan* to learn of her whereabonta. One dav. In a trader * shop, he heard the young men joking about a pretty Rngla^h girl who was In a Frenchman'* family. He pasaed the door of tha house, and aaw. sweeping the atepa. a young girl whom he thought from deacr1pt!on might be the object of his search. He dropped a note and asked her to give him a signal if she were the captive whom he thought. For several days notes were exchanged between them. The captain learned that the so-called "Frenchman" was an Indian trader, and that he had purchased Lottie of the Indians who had taken her cap tive, and had guarded her closely lor fear that she might escape. The captain arranged with her to let herself down from the chamber window by a rope, and he himself was there to carry her away to the ship which held the other exchanged prisoners and was all ready to sail. A little romance comes in here, for the captain fell in love with I>ottie and later married her, and her de scendants are now living in Portland. Sometimes the friendly Indians would come Into her home, and bring venison and skins for sale, and give presents of baskets. But of these visitors the children were not afraid, although treachery was always feared by their elders. On another occasion, grandmother said, th* unfriendly In dians came to 'Harpswell, and were seen approaching. A large tin horn always sounded the alarm that the Indians were near. Then the women and children would run for the block house. Grandmother would point with pride to a large candle-stick which she said she had held while running to the block house and did not drop In her fright. You would not think, as you now sail in the fine steamers of the Harpswell line, and see the island at the present day, dotted with cot tages and hotels, all life and galety with summer guests, that the Indians had ever been there, and that a few log houses at one time comprised the entire settlement. so many of grandma's stories anJ the incidents of her childhood have teen written, that Aunt M won der* who beside herself remembers the stories of this dear old lady. Aunt M *s next experience was a quiltlng-party; quite an event to her. I assure you. as she went one lovely afternoon with friends to a neighboring home. The quilt was a patchwork one. in fancy design of red. blue and green; the pattern a charioi wheel. Once all little girls learned to sew patchwork at home. No sewing schools in these days,—only mother to teach them. The squares had all leen sewed together, and on some of them the names of the maker had teen written. The quilt was tacked into a frame which was upon four standards and looked a good deal like a large table. Around this the women sat. as many on.a side as could u^o their needles without Interfering; and, with much chatting and laughing, the work went merrily on until the quilt was finished. Then the frames were taken down and supper was served.— baked beans, hot biscuit, doughnuts, gingerbread and milk, and even mince pie and other kinds of pie. The children were allowed to Join In the fun and frolic which followed the sup per. The quilt was to be given as a wedding present, and the couple were to sail on the brig "Janette" for Sing apore. As Aunt M heard It pro nounced "sing a poor." she thought It must be a very desolate place, and she had much pity for the bride. She also wondered If the people meant that the bride was very poor. When Aunt M later studied her geog raphy she found that Singapore was a port of great Importance. Years afterward she learned that her sym pathy was not needed as the couple had become wealthy, and the husband and captain had been long retired <>n«> oth«*r and perhaps the moat Important event In the Tlitt, was go ln« to "meeting;" and It certainly was going In a novel wajr. The pastor of the church had a large row boat built at his expense to take the people to Harpswell Centre for religious ser vices. there being no church then on Orr's Island. The people, old and young, would literally "gather at the liver." often two trips being necessary to take the people over. The church was a primitive affair, the seata desti tute of cushions, and the high pulpit, which was approached by long, wind ing stairs, had a large sounding-board covering the top, which appeared al most like a small roof. There were no seats for a choir, and all the hymns were sung by the congregation while standing. After the morning service the noon-day lunch followed, and all did ample Justice to the doughnuts, pie. and cheese spread before them The little sheltered core, hemmed In by green pines, where luncheon was served, was a fairy grotto In her eyes, and she expected some water nymph or something unusual to ap pear. But no. the good people •▼! dently did not think so, as quietly they went to the afternoon meeting. The pastor at that time was a young man, the Rev. Elijah Kellogg, who is the author of so many story books, the scenes of which are located on this and adjacent islands. He was ready to extend a cordial greeting to old and young: even the little folks lingered by "ready to catch the good man's smile." For many years after, that Sunday was associated in Aunt M 's mind as having some connec tion with the fishermen by the sea of (Jallilee. The minister's boat was known to all the children as he was flitting here and there making calls upon his people, and his visits to grandmother were always looked for ward to with pleasure by the family. According to the usual custom, the children were called iu from play to listen to the good man's prayer. Should you read the life of this noted man. you will find how much he loved these people and the church of his early pastorate, always returning to them after a brief absence. His last years were spent here where he died at the advanced age of eighty-eight. A fitting monument marks bis resting place. near the old church he loved so well. We like to know what great men think of each other, and our own Longfellow said of him, "Among the many lives that I have known. None I remember more serene and sweet. More rounded in itself, and more com plete." When you sail down the Bay and stop at Orr's Island. I am sure you will think of Aunt M 's story, and, although you may enjoy the sail, the music, and all the present accom paniments of an excursion of today, nothing can give you greater pleasure than she has in recalling this memor able trip taken so many years ago. M. (Continued from ninth page.) Miss Marion McDonald and Miss Beatrice Johnson were recent guests of Miss Coramae Harris. Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Morrell and Miss Lola Record of East Auburn, have returned to their home. Mr. Charles Curtis spent Sunday with his wife at the Morrell cottage. Mr. and Mrs. George H. Furbush of Rock cottage had as recent guests, Mr. and Mrs. C. F. Brown of Winches ter. Miss Alma Fisher of Jamaica Plain and Mrs. G. O. Richburg. Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Fowler and Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Fowler of Worcester, Mass.. Mr. and Mrs W. F. D. Whipple and Miss H. Whipple and Miss Flor ence Fowler of Boston are stopping at the Everett cottage for the rest of the season. Mr. and Mrs. L. Crocker, who have been guests at "Westlawn," have re turned to their home in Waterville. Me. Miss Elizabeth Harvey and Mrs.. William Harvey of Cambridge are guests here now. Miss J. G. Baxter and Miss A. E. Steffens of New York are guests at the "Pelham "s Mrs. Burke was a guest at the "New Chase." Cape Cot tage, the first of the week. Mrs. Philip Swasey of Cornish, Me., was the guest of Mrs. Willis Mabry last week. Mr. Wendall Washburn of Dorches ter, Mass., Mr. Calvin Emery of Bea trice, Neb.. Miss Sophie de Veer of Jamaica Plain, Miss Marion Wight of Dorchester. Mass.. were recent guests at Bel lev ue cottage. Mrs. I. A. Williams and daughter. Rose of Dorchester. Mass.. are guests at Bay View. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Austin of War ren. Mass., are guests at the Bohemian cottage. Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Hartshorn, Mrs. C. E. Page and daughter, Margaret of Franklin, Mass.. Mrs. E. J. Gllmore and daughter, Marjorie of Lowell, Mass., have taken the Doughty cottage for August and have as their guests Mrs. Henry Curtis and son, Robert of Dor chester, Mass., and Mr. and Mrs. D. B. Smith and son Robert of Mexico City, Mexico. THE SUMMER COOPS STORE. KITCHEN WORK IS HARD IN THE SUMMER There isn't any let-up no matter how hot it is. The three meals a day must be prepared just the same. You cannot get out of this work, but you can do it in half the time and make the work that is left much easier, by buying a HOOSIER KITCHEN CABINET Prices $16.50 to $41.90 Cash or Easy Payments, The great August Homefurnishing Sale now on offers remarkable bargains In high grade fur niture. Many pieces at half-price. SOUVENIRS OF ALL, KINDS. OREN HOOPER'S SONS, PortliM, Maine.