River and here the vacationist has outing opportunities denied at every other beach on the coast. The silvery, placid waters of the Kennebunk River are the recruiting stations for the canoeists, and annually a magnificent canoe carnival of illuminated floats and gorgeous canoes presents a glorious pageant on the river. The electric car lines have opened up this country immensely and Kennebunk is a centre for the surrounding country. It is situated on the Western Division of the Boston and Maine Railroad, with a station in the western section of the town on the Eastern Division, and has a branch train service between Kennebunk and Kennebunkport. Electric cars pass the Kennebunk station, bound for Kennebunkport, Arundel, Biddeford, Old Orchard, Cape Porpoise and Sanford, so that the visitor in this region is not necessarily limited or isolated for want of communication or change.

Old Orchard! How familiar that name sounds to the New Englander! Who that has visited the "Queen of North Atlantic resorts," bathed in the magnificent surf or rested upon her ten mile stretch of beach but has happy anticipations of a coming reunion at this grand old seashore! Old Orchard has advantages dear to the heart of every vacationist. Cool and refreshing, the salt sea air has proved a boon to many a tired and worn out worker who sought rest and recreation at these shores. What a sociable and jolly set amble to her coast and what a round of gayeties here! Merry-go-rounds and all the latest amusement ventures, baseball games semi-weekly, and ample accommodations and opportunities for the golfer and tennis player to display their skill. Her hotels are the best! Varying in style and accommodations according to price and location, they number more than fifty, besides innumerable cottages and houses where board may be procured very reasonably. Old Orchard's summer population runs way into the tens of thousands. They come from every quarter of the country, and Canadians find especial advantages and attractions in Old Orchard offerings. From here one can drive to Scarboro Beach, Prout's Neck, Higgins Beach and Pine Point, and of course the popular pier walk is a feature in itself.

Portland, the extremity of the Boston and Maine Railroad and the commencement of the Maine Central Railroad is the metropolis of the Pine Tree State; but her vacation advantages are second only to her commercial qualities. Casco Bay, lying at the outer end of Portland Harbor, is one of the most entrancing and enjoyable of ocean inlets. The surface of the bay is dotted with three hundred and sixty-five islands, which serve as summer sites for many resorters. Peak's and Cushing's are the most prominent and at Peak's Island

are the homes of hundreds who find solace and enjoyment in the zephyrs from Casco Bay. Handsome hotels, roomy dance halls, a summer theatre, bathing, boating and the full quota of summer amusements are on hand. Casco Bay is but twelve hours' run by rail from New York and about three and a half from Boston.

Fourteen miles past Portland is South Harpswell. At Harpswell, the projecting peninsula is known as Harpswell Point. A beautiful hotel, called the Merriconeag House is situated at this point and the view from the hotel is magnificent, the point being surrounded by numerous islands.

At Portland commence the Down East Shore resorts. From here, one can journey by train or boat either by the all rail route via the Maine Central Railroad or by steamer. One hour's ride by train from Portland, and easily reached by steamer, is Bath, the ship building centre of Maine. The steamers of the Eastern Steamship Company make a landing here and in summer time, it is an excellent all day trip from Boston. Small Point is the vacation section. Small Point is a rocky peninsula, bordered by sharp cliffs and partially covered with thick forests. At the mouth of the Kennebec is Popham Beach. Popham Beach is a growing resort and bids fair with the re-opening of the hotels to become a prosperous place. In reaching Small Point from Bath, the trip is made either by steamer from Bath to Popham and thence by driving four miles or by carriage all the way from Bath. Around Sasanoa Bluffs the steamer proceeds to Boothbay Harbor through the Sasanoa River. She plunges seemingly with difficulty yet always in safety through a series of whirlpools and boiling waters. Across Hockamock Bay, we are in the waters of the Sheepscot River and at Riggsville Landings, whence we can continue to Isle of Springs, Sawyer's Island, McMahon's Island, Five Islands, Southport, Capital, Mouse and Squirrel Islands to the wharf in Boothbay Harbor. At Five Islands and Isle of Springs are two first class hotels, while all the islands have summer cottages. On McMahon's Island is the Sea and Porpoise Club House, all the cottagers and summer visitors being members. Golf, yachting, boating and deep sea fishing all have their enthusiastic devotees at this resort-and in the little Sheepscot canoeists will find a choice retreat.

Southport is an island eighty miles long and at first looks like a projection of the mainland. The view on all sides from the island is perfect. Squirrel Island is perhaps best known of all the islands in the region. Here, tourists gather from Philadelphia, New York and the West and among the cottagers are Maine's leading

statesmen. The Squirrel Inn has an ideal location and the view from the verandas cannot be equalled. Just opposite Squirrel Island, across the harbor, is Mouse Island. Mouse Island has one large and beautiful hotel, the Samoset House, which commands a magnificent prospect of the neighboring islands and the ocean. A transfer steamer runs from Mouse Island to Linekin's Bay, just east of Boothbay Harbor. Ocean Point, Linekin, Mt. Pleasant, Murray Hill and Bayville, along the shores, are fast becoming summer playgrounds. Boothbay Harbor is the departing place for any number of exquisite haunts and the steamer service is in effect to Christmas Cove, Heron Island, Pemaquid and Monhegan.

Christmas Cove is the southern end of Rutherford Island. It combines the delicious qualities of country landscape and wild ocean grandeur. Precipitous cliffs face the bold breakers of the Atlantic at one point, while at another the evergreen meadows and delightful groves of fir trees meet the blue waters of the bay. One hotel and many boarding houses look after the visitors.

Pemaquid, with a history replete in interest, dating back to the first settlement in 1607, has been favored with a harbor excellently adapted to suit the needs of the yachtsmen. Heron Island, about five miles from Squirrel Island, at the mouth of the Damariscotta River, is a growing resort. Monhegan is an island lying ten miles out in the ocean, with a smaller island of rock lying close beside it.

On the route to Penobscot Bay the traveller who goes by rail traverses the handsome towns of Newcastle, Damariscotta and Thomaston to Rockland, one of Maine's most prominent summer settlements. On a promontory gazing out upon the entire expanse of Penobscot Bay from the western shore, is the Samoset, one of the most modern and luxurious hotels on the entire coast. Surrounding and reaching to the very waters of the bay are the Camden Mountains. This hotel is partly in the town of Camden and is easily reached by electric railroad from the Rockland, Maine central station. Rockland has also steamer service with Boston, while it is a starting point for the surrounding territory. Stage routes reach to St. George, Owls Head, Union, Belfast, and an electric road runs to Camden, while departure by steamer may be made for Isleboro and the islands of Penobscot Bay, Stonington, Hurricane Island, Swan's Island, Green's Landing and North Haven. The deep sea fishing is excellent in these waters, halibut being especially plentiful.

Via the water route from Rockland to Bar Harbor, one reaches Isleboro famous for its delectable atmosphere and cosily

sheltered harbor. Next is the peninsula of Castine, with its enchanting bay and beautiful hills, upon the summit of which are the remains of old Fort George. Castine, twenty-five years ago, had but a half dozen summer boarding houses and the first summer cottage was erected in 1876. Among the many nearby points of interest to which drives or sails may be taken are Egg Moggin Beach, the Bagduce River trip to Walker's Pond, Brooksville and Cape Rozier. At Walker's Pond the sportsman may whet his appetite in a try at Waltonian sport, for here in the pellucid depths are perch, bass and trout.

Opposite the delightful little island, Deer Isle, is Sedgewick, from whence we proceed to Walker's Pond and where stage connection is made for Blue Hill. At Blue Hill, the union of seashore and mountains observed at Castine is complete. The traveller to Blue Hill alights at Ellsworth and resumes his journey by stage from that point.

We are now rounding close to the southeast harbor of Mt. Desert Island, called by Champlain "L'Isle des Monts Deserts" (the isle of the desert mountains). And what an island! Since 1604 the fame and beauty of this treasure island has travelled the world. Poets and students, artists and historians, physicians and health seekers annually wander to these shores, each to receive his especial apportionment and contentedly bask in the sunshine of his pleasures for a month or season. Imagine if you can, fifteen mountain peaks scattered upon an island, surrounded by the bellowing sea. It has all the enchantments found midst a mountain solitude; lofty peaks reaching to the sky, wild and impressive ravines, rollicking rivulets laughing and disporting in their plunge over huge precipices, deep and dark caverns reaching into the very heart of the mountains; on the other hand craggy sea cliffs fronting the storms of the ocean, roaring breakers and hard, smooth, adamantine beaches, welcoming to their shores thousands who playfully sport with the surf and sea. Such is Mt. Desert, an island in the Atlantic, on which is situated the queen of America's island harbors, Bar Harbor, whose atmosphere is as distinct from the air of a south shore beach as one can imagine. No damp or misty fogs hover round to threaten the comfort of the vacationist. Whatever fogs befall Bar Harbor they have lost their dampness.

Isle-au-Haut rises to a height of six hundred feet and lies in the sea just twenty-four miles east of Rockland. Since 1880 the Point Lookout Club has maintained here an excellent clubhouse, which annually harbors thousands of guests; besides, there are several boarding houses and a flourishing village of cottages. The