Nasson College - Nugget Yearbook (Springvale, ME)

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Glidden Hall Compliments of Brown Hall

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At the right and near at.hand is Moosehead Lake bor trees, spotted with numerous islands and small boats, the nearest place of civilization in this direction, but still fifty miles distant, One's eyes could follow a course from the north, east, south, and west to enclose this mountain by a network of waterways. . The southern view offers an entirely different scene. As the eager girl turns, she sees only rocks. Directly opposite the lofty summit Stands another mountain peak. . Joining the two mountains is a Knife Edge about two feet wide with sheer drops on either side. Tiny specks, human beings, are mere dots on the sky-line. Such beautiful pictures, unsurpassed by any artist, no matter how great, are for the eyes of the fortunate climber only. dered by dark MARY RAY. T A PICTURESQUE GARDEN AT RUMFQRD POINT, MAINE Twice a day I passed the little garden, once on my way to school and again on my return. It was only a bit of ground near an old-fashioned house but it was lovingly cared for by a silver-haired tiny, old lady. Early in the morning, T would see her busy with her trowel, stoop- ing over the frail plants. Perhaps she was transplanting some, or pulling out a stray weed. - That small garden was not much to look at because there were only a few patches of green on the brown earth, with here and there a blos- som. It seemed a thankless task for it gave so little in return for such patient work. T wondered that she did not feel discouraged and leave it to its fate, but she still worked busily on until the frosts came. That was last year. This spring T still pass the beloved spot. Now it is a patch of color with pansies, narcissus, and tulips, all nodding their bright faces in the sunshine. In the center of this beautiful garden is a fountain resembling a frog. VVater sprays from its mouth and these sparkling gems keep the Howers, fresh and cool. l can hear .the noisy buzzing of the bees mingled with the hum of the humming-bird, as it gracefully darts to each flower. Yes the garden is still there, but the little old lady.works in it no 3 Q more. Does some other hobby now claim her atte?nt1on, 1S shektoo rllbto . . - - . . t enjoy it, or has she gone to a fairer garden beyond. I do nO'C HOW, U every time I pass, I look at the bright bloSSOmS and Wonder- ALBERTA ABBOTT. T611 ..-N 1. . .....k.msLr..a.l.,...4

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