Identifier: summerdaysdownea00swee (find matches)
Title: Summer days down East
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Sweetser, M. F. (Moses Foster), 1848-1897
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Publisher: Portland : Chisholm Brothers
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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chance for Yankee mills, and here rises the village ofVVinthrop, whose busy little woollen factory has been running forseventy years, and in 1882 received among its laborers a large partyof exiled Russian Jews. It is now nearly 120 years since TimothyFoster and his comrades settled here, by the great pond, and weresaved from starvation only by the game and fish which they wereenabled to capture. Of late years this pretty little village, the Interlachen of Maine,has attained considerable favor as a summer resort, and the enlargedWinthrop House and the rural boarding-houses have been well filledwith people, who find pleasure in driving about the beautiful lakeregion and among the rich farms of the hill-country, prolific in hayand apples. There was good reason for the name of Pond-town Plan-tation, which the early settlers gave to this region before the Revolu-tionary War, for the country is all a-smile with bright and deviouslakes. Annabesacook stretches away to the southward for many a
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Ji. IVmthrop and Lake Maranacook. 53 shining mile, and contains one charming island, on which many inter-esting Indian relics have been found. Indeed, everywhere among thesefair ponds are signs and tokens of the vanished race, who found here aland of joy and plenty. But of their life and deeds not even a dimtradition has survived. The first immigrants from tidewater Massachu-chusetts found it a deserted land, made ready for their habitation bythe disappearance of its ancient owners. Travellers who drive up tothe old town-house describe the view thence as one of peculiar beauty,including many a hill-girt winding lake, with blue peaks far away alongthe horizon, and ihe White Mountains low in the western distance. Cobbossee Contee Pond, a little farther eastward, is nine mileslong, and meanders among the fairest of grassy hills, between grovesof cedar and red oak, in the heart of a purely rural and agriculturalregion. In the calm cool waters about its clustered islets dwellmyriads of whi

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