Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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THE so easily killed that the fun of the sport is lost. It is the business men of New York to be in as possible for good hunting ground as can be found anywhere, within forty-eight hours’ travel from his office. The Rangeley, and Aroostook, also the Kineo lines. carry the hunter into the heart of the big game country. Maine fishing lures the great anglers of the country to its lakes and streams every year. Wise protective laws pre- vent the fish from being exterminated or their number from being appreci- ably reduced. so that the sport does rot suffer as the number of anglers increase. Some of the finest cottages and camps in the state are occupied only during the best of the fishing sea- The fish and game resources of the state are among the greatest assets, from the standard point of the business man who caters to tourist guests. In addition to the attractions of fishing, hunting and bathing beaches, Maine has remarkable scenery. Two of the most noted places are Mount Desert Island and the Mount Katahdin Region. Mount Desert Island, on which is Lafayette National Park, is unique in that it combines the scenic beauty of mountains, lakes, sea and estuary. It is true that Mount Katahdin is not the largest peak in New England but it is, however, the most imposing peak east of the Rockies. The Indians recognized this fact when they named it Kette-Adene, the preeminent. Ka- tahdin sufficiently dominated the hori- zon to command a view extending from the Canadian border on the north son. PENNELL WHIRLPOOL 9 to Mount Desert Island on the south. Fine as the view is from the summit, Winthrop he said, Katahdin's self is finer than what Ka- tahdin Mount Katahdin is a peak whose greatness has not as vet been fully discovered. Although our own Pine Tree State has not the geysers of the Yellowstone, the lofty cliffs of the Yosemite Valley or the sublime depths of the Grand Canyon, yet in Maine. there are vast expanses of forests. numerous beaches, thousands of sparkling lakes and streams, and rocky, picturesque, moun- tainous landscape. Thus Maine de- serves the title of “The Nation's Play- ground . was right when sees . ELINOR CHIPMAN, 33. IN DAYS OF KINGS Chapter I The Castle Awakens It was one of those mornings typical of France. The sun was peeping over the horizon making the walls of King Philip’s castle sparkle like diamonds. The green lawn was dotted with dan- delions and birds were twittering in the nearby trees. The water in the moat was winding along its course. Within the castle could be heard the sound of clanging arms as they were being donned by the knights. Upon the hearth a large fire was blazing with the odor of pine pitch from the burrs used in kindling the fire. The smell of boiling meat pervaded the air. The King and the Queen were mov- ing slowly toward the throne, followed by their attendants. The draw bridge

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THE PENNELL WHIRLPOOL MAINE THE NATION'S PLAYGROUND Since Maine has hundreds of miles indented seacoast. hundreds of square miles of peaceful and odorous forests, and hundreds of sparkling lakes and rippling streams, it has become important as a playground. The state is plentifully supplied with bathing beaches, ranging from the magnificent stretch of sand at Old Orchard, at Crescent Beach to the small resorts at Cape Elizabeth. Old Orchard has been a big resort for lov- ers of surf bathing and cool ocean breezes for many years and has lost none of its charm since swept by fire. In fact, the new Old Orchard is much of more attractive in many respects than was the old. At the mouth of the Kennebec river is Popham Beach. one of the best on the coast. Its development has not been so extensive as that of Old Orchard, but doubtless in the future its beauties will be better appreciated. All along the coast, there are smaller beaches which offer as fine bathing facilities, as do Old Orchard and Popham, while nearly every mile of coast line contains a sand cove or a little beach among the rocks. As a hunter’s paradise, Maine is well-known on this continent. The moose, deer, bear. and other large game animals are numerous, but not

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10 THE clanked as it was let down across the moat. The sound of dogs’ barking was mingled with the tramp of horses’ feet as the knights were preparing for a morning hunt. The guards were stationed in their places about the castle. Chapter IT A Skeleton in the Family Closet As the knights rode away to the hunt one lone knight rode by himself in a different direction. He had his visor pulled down so closely about his face that he could not be recognized. He carried a sack which was fastened to the pommel of his saddle. Within the castle King Philip sat on his throne surrounded by guards. There was a look on his face which would have disturbed anyone unac- quainted with his character. Marcel, a son of St. Bernard, one of the knights, was gazing from a castle window. He saw a lone knight disap- pear into the woods. Many a time had he watched this figure vanish. He began to wonder what could be the meaning of it. Finally he determined to follow this strange figure the next time he rode away. On the following morning, Marcel saddled his horse preparatory for a ride. Watching from the window as usual. he saw the strange knight ride into the forest. He quickly went to the stable, mounted his horse, and rode away in the same direction. As it was about an hour after sun- rise, the sun was glimmering through the forest casting long shadows which grew shorter and shorter as the sun PENNELL WHIRLPOOL neared the zenith. All about were the sounds of birds and the trickling of brooks. The horse’s path was paved with stretches of green grass, broken now and then by patches of pine spills. As Marcel rode on through the beau- tiful forest, it seemed that nothing but peace could reign over the land. Yet, why was this strange knight acting in this manner? Where would this path lead him? How could this knight be leaving the castle without the other knights learning of his presence? Chapter ITI A Clandestine Mecting Suddenly his thoughts were broken by the halting of his horse. Looking ahead he found that he was facing a rough country made up of thickets and cliffs. He dismounted to look for the tracks of the pursued knight. Pres- ently a horse neighed. Looking through the trees, he spied a horse hitched in a thicket. Quickly he led his own horse back a short distance. making him walk on stones as much as possible so he wouldn't be traced. Going up to where the other horse was hitched, he found a path leading up over the cliffs. After following this path for a short distance, it seemed to end abruptly. When Marcel stopped to look around, he heard Where were thev coming from? The voices did not sound distant but muffled. Putting his ear to the ground, he found the were coming from below. One of the men was saying: voices. sounds “There is to be only one more mect- ing. We must decide what is to be