The old spruces and firs look lovely as
ever, and I was delighted, as I always used to be, with every step of
the way. Old Gotchell's mill stands as forlorn as ever in its sandy
wastes, and More Brook creeps on glassy and clear beyond. Arriving at
Harpswell a glorious hot day, with scarce a breeze to ruffle the
water, papa and Charley went to fish for cunners, who soon proved too
cunning for them, for they ate every morsel of bait off the hooks, so
that out of twenty bites they only secured two or three. What they did
get were fried for our dinner, reinforced by a fine clam-chowder. The
evening was one of the most glorious I ever saw--a calm sea and round,
full moon; Mrs. Upham and I sat out on the rocks between the mainland
and the island until ten o'clock. I never did see a more perfect and
glorious scene, and to add to it there was a splendid northern light
dancing like spirits in the sky. Had it not been for a terrible attack
of mosquitoes in our sleeping-rooms, that kept us up and fighting all
night, we should have called it a perfect success.
We went into the sea to bathe twice, once the day we came, and about
eight o'clock in the morning before we went back. Besides this we have
been to Middle Bay, where Charley, standing where you all stood before
him, actually caught a flounder with his own hand, whereat he screamed
loud enough to scare all the folks on Eagle Island.
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