VOL. XVII, NO. 13
SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 28, 1914
FIVE CENTS
THE MIDWINTER PENOBSCOT
Six Miles From Pine hurst the Picturesque
Lumbee Flows to Atlantic Ocean
Klany Wihlvrnriii JLoven Are Enjoying
3Iarvelou Canoeing- Trip Which
Im Want Upcoming- Famou
MOST naturally you
are wondering why we
are priuting a down
out and out wilderness
camping picture on our
first page. Chances are
you assume the photo
was taken in the Maine
wilderness. That's just
the idea we have in mind, f Figuring
on this basis, we reckon you'll remember
the fact when we state that you are all
wrong; that this particular picture is a
Pinehurst picture, f No! Yes, it's fact!
Six miles away, at Blue's Bridge, an
autoin bile "carry," you put your canoes
into the picturesque Lumbee river, and,
if you wish it, you may journey to the
Atlantic Ocean. TfSome trip! Yes in
deed, nothing like it inAmerica. Just
a few years ago, only, the first white man
mude the journey and to this Pathfinder
those who love the wilderness and the
sport it offers are indebted. Briefly, it's
the winter Allegash, Penobscot or St.
John for the thousands who flock to
Northern Maine as soon as its fame be
comes known and reputation travels
mighty fast when the endless chain com
bination gets into good working order.
Dr. John Warren Achorn of Boston is
the chap who discovered the Lumbee and
the doctor is a man who believes a
beautiful thing belongs to the world.
The doctor is also one who appreciates
and his appreciation has kept Lumbee
reputation moving for some four years
past. Seems rather odd that the Lumbee,
old as the Sand Hills, should have had
a modern reputation in store for it, but
the explanation is perfectly simple. 1 To
others it was just plain river; coming
from somewhere, going nowhere. To
the doctor, wilderness lover and explorer,
it was not alone " beautiful water" but
possibility. " Where does it come from,
where does it go ?" was his first thought,
t And the suggestion was action. In a
very short time he had answered the first
question ; not long after he had found that
the latter presented a problem. Twenty
miles he went, twenty miles with antici
pation beckoning and smiling. The re3t
of the story relating to discovery and
realization was the natural sequence,
f Opportunity comes to many, but few
recognize the fair Goddess and she passes
on, for she can only speak to those who
understand. Thus nature's most cher
ished secrets are revealed.
Here is the story of the doctor's first
impressions of the Lumbee. He has
written many others, but none that have
appealed to me quite as much, for there's
joy in every line: f uAt first the wild
beauty of the stream absorbed qur atten
tion, aside from the skill required to
navigate this river canal, that always
seemed to be goinyj straight ahead, but
that in reality winds in the ratio of three
miles of water to one mile of land, and
that races around some corners or 4 cow
faces ' at the rate of ten miles an hour.
Pale green mistletoe, wistaria, and
the red bugle decorated the trees on either
side high up, while iron wood blooms,
blue flag blossoms and dog wood deter
mined the character of the wainscot on
both banks, The river water itself is
rich in color, juniper water it is called.
The white sand of the river bed can be
seen through it and it splashes white
under the stroke of the paddles.
"Half an hour down from Blue's
Bridge we passed under the nest of a
colony of blue heron, located in the
cypress tops. There may have been a
dozen birds in this colony. The parent
birds stood nearly five feet high. The
great blue heron act differently at nesting
time than at any other season of the year.
They fly wildly straight up into the air,
it may be, or scurry about on quick mov
ing wings, and are quite unlike the soli
tary blue heron we see in summer at the
North, as with droning flight he trecks
across the open country in quest of a bog
in which to stand and fish, f At one
point we came upon a group of giant
pines whose tops were one hundred and
fifty feet in the air and whose trunks
summed up ninety feet to the first limb.
Any one of these trees would have made
masts for ships that sail the world
around. A pair of these trees, sentinels
for the rest, faced each other on opposite
sides of the stream. It seemed to us as
we passed under and between them that
their tops touched. Great original trees
that date back to 1492 are only to be
found in the 'silent places.' They are
never within easy reach. In size and
beauty these trees reminded us of the
(Concluded on page two)
C. L. BECKER THE WINNER
Leads in Tin Whistle Round Robin With 3
and 2 Victory Over Whittemore
Twentyelrht Players Compete for
Sixteen .Prizes in Annual
Tournament of Novelty
CHARTON L. Becker
of Woodland was the
bright and particular
star of the annual Tin
Whistle "Pound Robin."
Qualifying third, he ad
vanced to a three and
two victory in the
match play final over
Parker W. Whittemore of Brookline. The
cards tell the story :
Becker Out
Whittemore In
Becker Out
Whittemore In
65586353 3-43
654463G4 4-42
44454444 5-38-81
54545343 43779
In the second gross four W. E. Trues
dell of Fox Hills and Robert Hunter of
Wee Burn were first and second, with
R. II. Fortune of St. Catherines third,
and T. B. Boyd of Bellerieve fourth.
Theie were prizes for the winners and
runner-up in all division, trophy winners
in the five net or handicap fours includ
ing: J. D. C. Rumsey of Brooklyn and
Tyler L. Redfleld of Greenwich; John
R. Towle of Calumet and II. A. Waldron
of Asrawam; F. B. Pottle of Jefferson
and W. L. Milliken of Hyaunisport ;
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