GETTING THE GRANITE FOR THE NEW
COUNTY COURT HOUSE
OUR NEW CIVIC CENTRE STARTED AT LAST
A Visit to Deer Isle, Maine, Where
the Stone Comes From
In Penob.scot Bay, at high tide, there is an island for
every day in the year. It was a New York skipper who
struck the 366th one. "Didn't I keep tabs all right?" he
asked his Yankee mate. And the mate growled back:
"Yes, but this is Leap Year."
At low tide there is an island for every day in the year
since Columbus discovered America. When the tide goes
out in Penobscot Bay, it leaves you flat, mentally as well
as physically. It seems to drift in expectantly, and go out
with alacrity, wherein it resembles most of the persons
who visit these Granite Islands for the first time.
This section of New England is very popular among a
certain class, but I should say it was decidedly an acquired
taste. In the dim and distant past these islands preserved
their quaint and romantic names, derived from the In-
dians and reminiscent of French dominion in America.
Isle Au Haute, Maniticus, Pamaquid, Grand Manan, pe-
tite Manan, Passamaquiddy, Deer Isle—are all of that
charming period.
Now that "Summer people" have replaced the Indian
and the trapper, we have such mellifluous nomenclature
as Goose Rock, Mosquito Inlet, Black Horse, Turtle Back,
Owl's Head, Chicken Ledge, Hog Point, etc, etc. By
next year we shall probably have such startlingly original
additions as Automobile Point, Movie Bay, Radio Rocks,
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