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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.

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