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Pilot

Jan 5/1881

Blake versus Tupper in Parliament on CPR. Tupper's speech verbatim. Editorial on subject. Funding much in question. Syndicate identified with St. Paul and Minneapolis, men of wealth if not financiers of the first magnitude. Nothing else known at this point.

Pilot

Jan 13/1881

Editor John S. Magee has dry goods store in St. Andrews. [when did Magee become Pilot editor?]

W. D. Hart, Preserved Provision Manufacturer. A large stock of fresh canned lobsters, clams and baked beans. Of superior quality in 1, 2 and 3 pound tins, constantly on hand. Factory on Hartt's wharf.

Andrew Lamb's Foundry Warehouse. S-East Water Street, near Railway depot. Oct. 1/1880. Stoves repaired and refitted. Ploughs and stoves new and of his own make.

Daily trains begin running in May—for summer. Otherwise 3 days a week.

St. Croix Courier

Jan 20/1881

Kennedy's finished inside and out and is all lathed and ready for plastering.

CPR Incorporated Feb. 16, 1881

St. Croix Courier

March 3/1881

Edition "Past, Present and Future" in which ref. is made to decline of St. Andrews' West Indies trade but now "through the energy of its present population, the town is again coming rapidly to the front." St. Stephen now in decline; once prosperous.

James Abram Garfield

20th President of the United States
(March 4, 1881 to September 19, 1881)

Nickname: None

Born: November 19, 1831, in Orange, Ohio
Died: September 19, 1881, in Elberon, New Jersey

Pilot

April 14, 1881

John G. Lorimer, Esq., of Grand Manan has been in town for the last week. He is now nearly two years rested from the cares and responsibilities of the Editorial chair and seems to have renewed his youth. Mr. Lorimer has purchased the press and plant of the "Standard" for the publication of the Island News which no doubt will be conducted with the vim and vigor he brings to bear on all his undertakings.

Mr. James Starkey in his shipyard at the point has laid the keel of a schooner for the coasting trade, to be owned by a company in town and commanded by Capt. John Maloney, her dimensions are to be keel 95 feet, beam 27, dept 10, tonnage 150 tons, frame hackmatac. The model was designed by Mr. Starkey, who is celebrated for building vessels that prove to be good carriers and fast sailors.

St. Croix Courier

April 21/1881

Mr. Jas. Starkey, who has a first-class reputation as a master builder, has laid the keel of a coasting schooner, in his shipyard at Indian Point, in St. Andrews. It will be commanded by Capt. John Maloney, who was formerly in charge of the Julia Clinch.

Many large additions have been made to several of the sardine factories; in Eastport among the most notable are those of Mr. Wolff. [fish in vast numbers seen recently in Bay.]

St. Croix Courier

May 5/1881

Cornerstone of Cotton Mill to be laid soon.

St. Croix Courier

May 19/1881

The Argyll Hotel. (long and excellent description; piece on beauties of St. Andrews)
Standing alone on an eminence at the foot of the town, near the railway station and steamboat landing, and commanding a magnificent view of the bay and its islands, of the town with its quaint and picturesque houses, of the inner harbour and Navy Island, of the St. Croix and the American shore, and of the mountains of Chamcook and Bocabec, this fine structure is one of the first objects on which the eye rests when approaching the town from any direction. Our reporter had the pleasure of being shown through the building one evening last week by the genial and gentlemanly proprietor, Captain Herbert. On entering he found himself in the large and handsome hall, which is finished with hard pine floor, and tinted walls and at night, is illuminated by light from twelve lamps, supported on two elegant chandeliers. Off the hall are the office, gentleman's sitting room, coat and bathrooms, and two side halls, one leading to the commodious private apartments of Captain Herbert, the other to the kitchen and pantries. The dining room is also connected to the main hall by folding doors. We may safely say that his is one of the finest rooms of its kind in the Province. It is 54 feet long by 44 feet wide, with a ceiling 24 feet high. It is finished with a floor of southern pine, black ash wainscoting, and tinted walls, which are ornamented with several fine works of art. From the ceiling depend two chandeliers, similar to those in the hall, while to the walls are affixed six brackets, each containing a lamp. In the rear of the dining room is a billiard room, which will be furnished with two tables. The kitchen is large and conveniently arranged. It contains three sinks, a force pump to supply water to the sinks, and to the bathrooms upstairs, and one of Walker, Pratt and Co., wrought iron French cooking ranges, which is heated by two fires, and in which are a broiler, two large ovens, and a reservoir capable of holding 100 gallons of water. A door opens from the kitchen into a pantry, 16 by 28 feet, in which are placed a large stove, bins containing flour, sugar, etc., and closets and drawers for the crockery and glassware. Passing again into the main hall, our reporter was ushered up a broad hall of southern pine, with banisters of black walnut and found himself on the second flat. Here are the ladies' parlors, luxuriantly furnished, bathrooms and bed chambers. On the third flat are a number of large and neatly furnished rooms. In all there are 62 apartments ready for occupants, 39 of which have already been engaged. Orders for others are continually being received. Indeed, so encouraging has been the patronage accorded to Capt. Herbert that it has been decided to erect a southeast wing immediately. Three flag staffs have been erected on the roof, from which will float the flags of Great Britain, of Canada, and of the United States.

In the immediate vicinity stands a large stable which is under the charge of Mr. W. E. Mallory, whose well known ability to supply first-class turnouts to those requiring them need not be enlarged on here.

The hotel will be formally opened on the 24th of the present month. At 1 o'clock the magnates of the N. B. and C. R. R. will be served with dinner, and in the evening a ball, which promises to be one of the grandest social events ever witnessed in the Shiretown, will be held. Supper will be served at high twelve. A brass band will furnish the music. No efforts will be spared to make it a success in every way. Guests coming from a distance and wishing to remain until next day, will find ample accommodation at the hotel.

In concluding this notice, we would say that we know of no more pleasant place than St. Andrews in which to spend the summer months. What could be more enjoyable than to wander over the gravely beaches and occasionally to plunge into the cool and health-giving waters; to recline on a green knoll, under the shade of one of the neighbouring trees, and read a page of a favorite author, or watch the white-winged boats as they flit to and fro over the blue waters; to embark and dream idly over the waves, or sail with swift keel on voyages of exploration along the coasts of the bay, or to the islands of the river in which dwell historic reminiscences of DeMonts and his crew of hardly Frenchmen; to cast a line into the depths and bring forth its treasures of mackerel and haddock and cod; to shoulder gun and walk to the Narrows for ducks, or along the beaches for sand pipers and plover; to drive over the broad streets of the town . . . .

Pilot

May 19/1881

As Others See Us
A New Brunswick Watering Place

—St. John Sun

Summer after summer witnesses a greater tendency on the part of the inland population to seek the seashore - men who are too busy to go themselves send their families, and those who can't afford to pay fancy prices for board at hotels rent rooms in cottages. The Bay Shore houses were overrun last summer by people from Fredericton and elsewhere, and an increase of accommodation would undoubtedly be followed by a corresponding increase in the number of dwellers along the beach. Capitalists are very slow to recognize the signs and take advantage of them, or provision would be made at once for summer boarders, lodgers and bathers at the Bay Shore. Point du Chene attracts a great many by its good bathing and freedom from fog and would undoubtedly attract more if its accommodation were better. But St. Andrews has taken the lead of New Brunswick summer resorts and is undoubtedly destined to become widely known as a watering place before long. Its attractions are numerous and diversified. At the head of a beautiful bay, which is protected by an archipelago of picturesque islands, and at the mouth of a broad river, its facilities for safe yachting and bathing are unsurpassed anywhere. Its waters abound in fish, the catching of which would afford endless amusement for amateurs with the line, and enchanting camping grounds may be found in any direction—on the islands and in the coves. There are numerous objective points for excursions of a day or two by land or water. Clam bakes and fish chowders, so fashionable and popular in Massachusetts and New York, are within reach of the residents of St. Andrews every day. Down the bay and up the river are equally inviting for the lovers of boating and offer a great variety of attractions. Then there is Chamcook Mountain, the Mont Blanc of the country round about, from the bold brow of which one looks upon a landscape of diversified loveliness and loneliness. The roads are good and afford the lovers of horseflesh an opportunity of driving in many directions. The town itself, with its regularity of plan, and its broad streets, is healthy and agreeable. Its air is free from the smoke of factories and the slumbers of people at night are not disturbed by the screaming of locomotives and the rattling of trains, for it is a railway terminus and trains depart and arrive at seasonable houses only. Besides the numerous pleasant houses in which boarders are welcomed, there are good hotels, and rates are always reasonable. The opening of the Argyll Hotel, under the auspices of the N. B. and C. Railway Company, opens a new chapter in the history of St. Andrews as a watering place, because it is an invitation to the weary and wealthy denizens of heated cities to go there in search of cool sea breezes and salt water bathing without any sacrifice of the comforts and luxuries to which they have been accustomed. This is a splendid hotel in a beautiful location. It has been elegantly furnished and will present many attractive features of the tourist and health seeker. The charms of the old town and its surroundings have only to be made known abroad to ensure the prosperity of the Argyll.

"The situation of St. Andrews is a happy medium between the interior and the coast. The waters of the ocean reach it, but not its destructive billows. There is a sense of security afforded by the guardian islands, and a suggestion of something beyond. The yachtsman may skirt the rugged coasts of Deer Island and penetrate its deep inlets, haunted by many a treasure-guarding ghost; navigate the winding passages between the tree covered islands of the Latete group; and sail out into the open sea and watch the sun sink to rest in the waters. Any one bent upon killing time in a manner calculated to build up a debilitated constitution and expand the lungs, and substitute energy of lassitude, cannot do better than make St. Andrews a headquarter for boating, fishing and bathing in the summer months.

"Sir Leonard Tilley and Sir Charles Tupper had residences in St. Andrews, and they have made its attractions known to Ottawa people. We should not be surprised to find it in the near future, the summer home of a great many people from the Upper Provinces who seek for pleasant seashore residences in convenient and not too expensive localities."

Pilot

May 26/1881

How the Queen's Birthday was Celebrated in Saint Andrews

On Tuesday last, the 24th inst., the sixty second anniversary of the birth of Her most gracious Majesty the Queen of Great Britain and Ireland and Empress of India, was right loyally observed by the residents of the Shiretown of Charlotte County. The weather was as fine as could be desired, "traditional Queen's weather," the sun shone with his most brilliant rays, all nature seemed to rejoice; from the effects of last weeks' rain the earth was decked with brightest green, the foliage of the trees was bursting into life and beauty. The water of Passamaquoddy Bay was as smooth as a mirror reflecting from its molten surface the resplendent blue of the heavens. The Dominion flag and the Union Jack floated proudly from a number of flag staffs in town; both alike loved and admired the former as the emblem of our Dominion, the latter as the representative of the glorious traditions of the mother land which are the common heritage of all loyal British subjects. Mr. Kennedy for the first time flew the Union Jack from the flagstaff on his new hotel.

The Argyll looked gay with its handsome new house flag of white bunting, on which in large red letters was the words "Argyll Hotel" flying from the staff on the tower, and from the roof the Dominion and the United States stars and stripes kissed the breeze, on terms of equality. At ten o'clock the steamer Chas. Houghton arrived at her wharf with a large party of excursionists from Calais and St. Stephen, accompanied by the Calais City Band under the leadership of Mr. Silverstone; the absence of bunting from the flag staffs on the steamer was generally commented on; the excursionists speedily disembarked, a number of them proceeded to the "Argyll," some to Kennedy's and the American House, a hotel recently opened under the management of Mrs. Murchie and Co., and others to the residences of their friends and acquaintances, while a large number promenaded the streets seeking the points of interest in the town, admiring its pleasant location, and surroundings. The Calais band formed on the wharf and marched up town, regaling the ears of the citizens with strains of choicest music.

At noon a firing party composed of the members of No. 6 Battery of N. B. G. A. under command of Lieut. W.W. Whitlock, fired a royal salute from the guns at Fort Tilley At the request of the Lieut. [Blockhouse perhaps, as Lady Tilley had taken a lease on the property- see earlier]

The Calais City Band were in attendance who after the salute was fired played the British National Anthem, when three rousing cheers were given for the Queen and for the Calais Band, whom Lieut. Whitlock thanked for so kindly and promptly responding to his request to play for the Battery. The firing party then fell into marching order and headed by the Band marched to their quarters; while coming down Water St. the band rendered in fine style "Marching through Georgia."

Meanwhile a second excursion party who came down the river in a schooner towed by the tug William Hinds and accompanied by the International Band of Calais under the leadership of Gordon Barnard, arrived at the wharf. This Band with their bright scarlet nodding plumes, made a fine show as they marched up the street; they halted in front of Kennedy's where, to the delight of those promenading the streets, they played several airs. Mr. Barnard's performance on the Cornet was much admired. The old Shiretown was almost taken by storm, and it was a new and pleasant feature to see our American cousins coming to aid in the celebration of our queen's Birthday. In addition to the large number of arrivals by steamer, several parties from upriver drove into town by private conveyances.

The streets of the town during the day presented a very animated appearance, covered as they were with promenaders. The livery stable did a good business, and were taxed to their full capacity to provide turnouts for those wishing to amuse themselves by doing the many beautiful drives in the vicinity of the town.

The very best order and good feeling prevailed throughout the day, and nothing occurred to mar the general enjoyment. About 3 o'clock pm the U.S. Revenue Cutter "Woodbury" steamed up to the anchorage off the western bar where she came to. She made a fine display of bunting, and in honor of the day had the Union Jack at the fore; the compliment was noticed and appreciated by the residents of St. Andrews.

The great event of the day was the grand ball, in honor of the formal opening of the Argyll Hotel. It was held in the large and handsome dining room of the establishment, which was tastefully decorated. At the head of the room was the royal flag of England, on either side of which were draped the meteor flag of England and the star spangled banner and suspended below were portraits of the Queen and of Albert the good; over the windows were small bannerettes, the music was furnished by Silverstone's Quadrille band. Dancing commenced about 9:30 o'clock, P. M., the guests entering the room forming a grand march. Seventy-five couples were present, amongst whom were fair representatives from St. Stephen, Milltown and Eastport with a large number of the fair daughters of St. Andrews; the toilets of the ladies were elegant and conceived in good taste, the dining room presented a beautiful scene; seldom is there assembled in one room a company of ladies so exceedingly beautiful as were those on the floors of the Argyll ball room; dancing was kept up with unflagging spirit until about 3 o'clock, a. m. The supper table was in the billiard room, the appointments of the ladies were first-class and arranged very artistically, the viands embraced the usual delicacies furnished on such occasions. . . . [list of guests here]

A large party of upriver people held a social dance in Stevenson 's Hall, where dancing was kept up with much spirit until an early hour, the music was furnished by the International band. The excursionists left for their homes at half past four o'clock Wednesday morning, no doubt delighted with the day's outing at Saint Andrews.

The opening of the Argyll was under most favorable auspices; the sun shone upon it the first day, in the form of John Livingston, Editor in Chief of the Saint John Sun, who was the first guest to register his name in the Argyll book; we hope that during the summer the house will be taxed to its utmost capacity to provide accommodation for its patrons. Mr. Herbert has made so far, a very favorable impression as a host, and brings with him a fine reputation from Grand Falls where he was so popular a host of the hotel at that place; long may his flag wave over the Argyll.

Pilot

June 2/1881

Hundreds perished on Little Hardwood Island. (Hospital Island)

"Visitors to St. Andrews will find in the town several well-appointed livery stables, first-class in every particular, one of which is that of Mr. W. E. Mallory, run in connection with the Argyll Hotel. He has a fine lot of carriages, including three handsome single phaetons, a double phaeton with a canopy top, and a splendid barouche. Mr. Mallory's stud consists of six superior horses all well harnessed; when required he furnishes careful and competent drivers. His stable is located on Princess St. off Water Street, a very central location."

St. Croix Courier

June 8, 1881

The purchaser of the Island of Campobello, mentioned last week, was for a company of wealthy men of Boston and New York. It is their intention to make such improvements as will induce the summer visitors to stop for a while, on the shores of the island which, ere long, will be known as the "great eastern summer resort." When once the tide of travel sets this way, there will be enough for Campobello, grand Manan, St. Andrews and a dozen other places.

St. Croix Courier

June 16/1881

Cotton Mill cornerstone to be laid June 24. Excursionists from Saint John to attend via special cars on Grand Southern

Finishing touches being put on Kennedy's. Hot and cold-water pipes and bathrooms being put in. Jarvis Stinson, late in the employ of the New Brunswick and C, engaged as clerk at Argyll.

Pilot

June 16/1881

The Megantic Hotel on Water Street. Livery stable of Mr. William H. Whitlock behind it.

Ground broken for first hotel in Campobello, called "The Owen."

St. Croix Courier

June 23/1881

Huge article on opening of cotton mill. pp 1 and 2. Complete report of laying of cornerstone June 30.

Pilot

June 23/1881

Cornerstone of St. Stephen cotton mill to be laid.

Mr. Robert Ross intends to erect a dwelling house on the lot, corner of Water and Ernest Streets. [David Bartlett]

St. Croix Courier

June 29/1911

(From June 30, 1881)

Robert Ross is having the cellar dug for a new residence on the corner of Water and Ernest Streets. It is to be a two-story and a half house, with verandah with glass sides, and bay windows on the side next the street.

Pilot

July 7/1881

Description of Kennedy's. and below.

"The Hotel building recently erected by Mr. A. Kennedy on the lot formerly occupied by the Pheasant Hotel on the Square, is a very commodious sightly structure, an ornament to the town in which it is situated. The internal arrangements of the building are of the most convenient and comfortable character, not surpassed by those of any similar establishment in the Dominion. The parlors and dining room are spacious, the bedrooms large and airy, the ventilation of the house exceptionally good, the furniture new and tasteful. On the premises are the indispensable conveniences of W. C.'s and bath rooms which are of the century valve style, the wash-basins are set in marble slabs, the faucets and couplings are of the latest patterns and nickel plated, the soil pipes extend upward through the roof, with fresh air inlet at foot and trapped outside to exclude impure gases; traps and closets ventilated. The bathroom is supplied with hot and cold water, and in it is a copper-lined tank with a capacity for 250 gallons. . . . The color on the body of the house is light stone, and the trimmings a dark stone color."

St. Croix Courier

July 7/1881

The Campobello Co. is prosecuting the work of transforming Campobello into a fashionable summer resort as rapidly as possible. A steam yacht now runs between the Island and Eastport.

It is currently reported that the "goose pound" on the Market Square (St. Andrews) is to be bricked up and stocked with trout for the purpose of affording summer visitors a convenient sporting ground.

St. Croix Courier

July 14/1881

Saturday evening last Percy Truesdale and a young man from St. Stephen were trying the pace of their respective steeds in a trot down Water St., at the corner of King St. The wheel of Truesdale's carriage struck the hind wheel of the Alms House wagon, standing opposite Capt. Balson's store, which slewed the wagon round causing it to strike Capt. B. who was standing at the edge of the sidewalk levelling him prone to the ground, fortunately doing him no further damage than the shock of the fall; the body pin of Truesdale's carriage came out, the horse started off with the front wheels, but was stopped before he did any more damage. Truesdale was pitched out, and alighted on his hands and feet, luckily escaping without injury. The practice of fast driving on the streets of the town is becoming altogether too prevalent; it is high time that the ordinance in reference to fast driving be enforced.

James Starkey's yacht Seven Bells . . .

St. Croix Courier

July 21/1881

The yacht Maggie from Portland with a large party of young men was in the St. Andrews harbour two or three days last week. Excursions from Houlton down by train to catch sloop Ocean Queen, Capt. Ross, to Campobello to visit site of new hotel. (Sounds like St. Andrews got the jump on Campobello)

Pilot

July 28/1881

As Others See Us

A "Hawkeye" View of St. Andrews

Roaming Robert

Under the banner of Her Gracious Majesty

Saint Andrews, New Brunswick, July 6

"The winter is over and gone," the Jester said, "the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of the turtle was heard in the land. And I am the turtle; old Turtle, of Turtleville, Turtle County, this state. I am at peace with all mankind. I sail with Captain Wren, and I drive with Mallory, I sit beneath my own vine and fig tree, with no one to molest or make me afraid, and Captain Herbert feeds me, and the man in all your blasted howling Yankeeland who says he is having a better time this summer than I am is a howling liar and my address is the Argyll hotel, St. Andrews. That's the kind of a man I am."

We braved the dangers of the briny deep in the good ship City of Portland, whereof Captain Pike, Major Martin's old-time friend, is master and on the way much we talked of Martin of Burlington and his old home in Lubec. We did not experience the "hardest storm the captain had ever passed through," but no matter, we can say we did. And it is just as easy to tell one lie as the other. It is the customary thing for people who go down to the sea in ships to encounter the "severest storm the captain ever passed through," and my family shall not fall one pace behind the times if I can ascertain what society expects.

And we are now settled for the summer. We came back to New Brunswick because New Brunswick air, New Brunswick woods and New Brunswick waters are found, by practical experience, to be more beneficial to "her little serene highness" than any other place, inland or on the coast we have ever tried. And if St. Andrews will only deal as lovingly and with the same touches of healing as did Saint John two years ago, we will give a candle to every saint in this much sainted New Brunswick.

"There goes a whole ship load of candles," says her little serene highness, who is better booked on the saints of New Brunswick than the jester. "Well, never mind," he said. There is nothing mean about me, and candles are away down now, anyhow. If the saints do their part, they can draw on me for candles at ten days' sight.

Saint Andrews, who is the patron saint of the wanderers for this summer, is the Shiretown of Charlotte County, and is old enough to be bigger than New York. It is really about the size of Danville, but it is plenty large enough for a summer resort. Its situation is beautiful, almost beyond description. Around us the blue waters of the bay dimple and smile under skies that are radiant with sunshine whenever Vennor gives them half a chance. And encircling the bay, the mountains, crowned with cedar and pines and hemlock, outline themselves in ranging shades and graceful curves against the sky. Old Chamcook, king of the mountains, bald as the front seats at a Lydia Thompson benefit and bold as a man asking for a free pass, lifts his rocky head toward the clouds and overlooks all this part of the world, from Eastport to Saint Stephen. The sails of white winged sloops and schooners dot the smooth waters of the bay, the brisk little steamer makes regular diurnal trips between Eastport and St. Stephen, New Brunswick, and Calais, Maine, and the New Brunswick and Canada Railway adds variety to the scene with its flying trains. We look across the bay and see the thrifty farms of Yankee land—the slopes of the hills are covered with them; we go down to the block house and bathe, just after the tide has come in over an iceberg, and we find it very exhilarating—champagne isn't a circumstance alongside of a bath in St. Andrews bay, early in the season. Or we drive, you remember the old Nantucket proverb, that Nantucket was "Heaven for men, purgatory for women and hell for horses." Well, a Nantucket horse, if he could only see a mile of the worst road in Charlotte County, New Brunswick, would lie down and die of sheer delight. Really, the best roads on this continent must be in New Brunswick. When they are in bad order, they are somewhat better than the best roads in Iowa. And when they are in perfect repair, you couldn't make them much smoother with a jack plane and spot of varnish. And when we have a fancy for the water, we sail with Captain Wren. The bay affords the most delightful yachting, and you have old sons of Neptune who know the bay and the sky by heart to go out with you.

St. Andrews used to be a maritime town of no small importance. And there is good fishing in the bay. You can catch the codfish—the poor man's turkey—in all his native unadornedness, before he puts on the flavor and perfume that makes him so omnipresent in a house of only ten rooms. He looks like a respectable, well conducted fish when you pull him out of the water, and as you look at him in all his natural purity, you wouldn't think it of him. Indeed, you really wouldn't.

And everywhere about us are the pine woods. Everywhere the odor of cedar and hemlock and spruce and tamarack mingle with the 'odor of brine from the ocean'. The woods grow right up to the doors of the Argyll hotel; you can hide yourself away in the shady canopies and nooks of the evergreens that cluster in the enclosed grounds of the hotel, and then down through the woods outside a delightful path, an old, disused, grass-grown road, leads you to the bay shore, down to the target and the firing range, down where you can take quite a dip in the early morning, when no one can hear you shriek; down where the restless tides rises and falls about twenty feet, for we are up in the Fundy region again you see. Oh, you'll like St. Andrews if you'll just come and look at it and live in it awhile.

"The most prominent building in the town is the Argyll hotel, a landmark that catches the eye from every direction, flying the flags of three great nations, Great Britain, the United States and the Argyll hotel from its turreted roof, and the greatest of these three is the Argyll. Captain William H. Herbert is a son of the sea; a native of Maine, who followed the sea long, long years until he had sailed into every port any Christian man every wanted to see or hear about, and then, having learned how to make everybody else as comfortable as himself, he opened the Grand Falls hotel, up at Grand Falls, this province, where we sojourned two years ago, and having managed that house into a big business and good reputation; he has this year taken the Argyll at St. Andrews a newly furnished house, the largest in the maritime provinces, within a stone's throw of the steamboat landing and with a railway station of its own, with beach and woods at its doors, good living, good table, billiard room and all appurtenances thereunto appertaining, good fishing in the bay and the brooks, and good shooting in the hills and the marshes, good society in the town, good company at the house, and a good cook in the kitchen, good place to read, good place to thin good place to do everything, good place to do nothing, good St. Andrews. We haven't found the inevitable Burlington man here yet—yes but we have too—Mr. Charles D. Corry, now of St. John, a relative of our Hendries; Mr. Corry lived formerly in council Bluffs, then he was in Peoria, for a year,—we were just talking of Charlie Allaire yesterday,—you can always ask for a Burlington man, no matter where you go. If you can't find anyone else, you can almost usually find—R. J. B.

Pilot

Aug 4/1881

Last week 71 guests at Argyll, 49 at Kennedy's, 45 at American House.

St. Croix Courier

Aug 11/1881

The popularity of the Argyll Hotel is fully attested by the fact that they were obliged to turn away several applicants for rooms Saturday.

St. Croix Courier

Aug 18/1881

A party numbering about 35 from the Argyll Hotel, St. Andrews, embarked in one of the tugs of the Messrs. Jas. Murchie and Sons on Thursday last, and after sailing to Campobello and Eastport, came up the river and attended the races in the Calais Park, arriving there about 1:30 pm. They left again for St. Andrews about 8:00 pm.

Pilot

Aug 18/1881

Mischievous Prank.

Some person or persons entered the window of the attic of Mr. D. Keezer's fish house on the Market Square, one night last week, and stole his flag. They also shoved his boat over the wharf, but as it was high water at the time it was not injured. Such tricks on a peaceable citizen of the town are most unjustifiable. Mr. Keezer recovered his flag again.

A New Watering Place, by R. Melville Jack.

Thee are some little corners yet left in the wide, wide wide world where the rush and turmoil of the restless current of business has not disturbed their natural repose, and where the whirlwind of improvement has not torn off and defaced the coloring laid on by the hand of the master Artist.

St. Andrews is one of these, and one which is so near and so easy of access that it seems almost incredible it should have remained in its natural quietude and beauty so long that I wish to tell you of. Step with me some warm June or July morning when the sun is shining a promise to burn your brain to a crisp ere noon, into one of the International steamship Company's excellent boats lying at Commercial wharf (Boston) and we will visit it. We leave at eight o'clock, am and 2 o'clock on the day following will be at our place of destination. Or take the train at either the Eastern or Boston and Maine depot and in about the same time you will reach it. But give to us the steamboat, the cool sea air, the ever changing shore lines, (for we never lose sight of the coast), the numerous and different vessels that we meet and pass, the shout of "there she blows" as some great whale rises lazily to the surface and with a blow and a roll disappears only to reappear a little further on; the glassy surface or blue ripple of the sea, the view of Mount Desert towering up on the coat, and the Green Mountains falling far away in the distance, the twinkling of the lights from the lighthouses as night draws her sable veil over the face of the old ocean, and as we steam up the Bay of Fundy the rock bound coast of Maine on one side and the rockier bound Island of Grand Manan on the other. Old days of summer bliss! No storm to mar our comfort, no scorching heat to lessen our enjoyment, nothing but rest, beauty and pleasure.

Our ship rounds Quoddy Head and steams up the narrow passage, so narrow that we could throw a stone ashore at either side; up past the little town of Lubec, and lo we are at Eastport, the most eastern town in Uncle Sam's domain. Here another steamer comes alongside and taking us and our baggage on board, away we go again, up the pleasant Bay of Passamaquoddy, where during the quiet, dreamy summer months the water is never so rough as to interfere with the yachtsman's pleasure and where fog, shut out by the girdle of island which surrounds it, hardly every enters; onward we steam past Clam Cove Head and enter the inner bay placed like a magnificent emerald in its setting of various hued mainland and islands. Just fronting us on the opposite side of the Bay is the town, but it is yet ten miles distant and lies low, so is rather indistinct, but as we draw nearer what a charming picture reveals itself to our view.

The little town nestling at the foot of a gradually rising eminence, on one side the mouth of the St. Croix River and the purple hills of Maine; in front, the green waters of the bay, with the sunlight glistening and glittering like flakes of molten gold from the tops of the little wavelets; on the other side Chamcook Harbor and Minister's Island rising in graceful proportions from its setting in the sea, while back of the town and four miles distant from it, Chamcook Mountain rises beautiful in its misty robe of blue and wooded nearly to its summit. As our little steamer glides between the light house and the southern end of St. Andrews Island we find ourselves in the harbor and directly opposite the town. And now gentle fellow traveller allow me to heave you at the hotel while I attempt a sketch of the town and its surroundings, together with its scenery and the pleasures in store for those who visit there.

St. Andrews is one of, if not the oldest towns in the province of New Brunswick. The point on which it is built was named Point St. Andrews after St. Andle [sic] the priest who there first erected the cross. DeMonts and Champlain were the discoverers of the beautiful Bay of Passamaquoddy which nearly surrounds the town, and for a century from that time its history is nearly a blank. About the year 1700 two French officers Gourden and Sharkee (as they were called by the English) were sent to take command of the Passamaquoddy Indians, and build a fort from whence they were to attack Massachusetts. The deeds of cruelty committed by the famous Canadian Herteo de Rouville so excited that on the 4th of July 1701 Joseph Dudley, Esq., then Captain General and Governor-in-Chief of Her Majesty's Province of Massachusetts, issued instructions to Colonel Benjamin Church to proceed to Machias and from thence to Passamaquoddy, and effect what spoils he possibly might upon the enemy in these parts. Church, according to his own account, succeeded in capturing Gourden and his two sons, driving Sharkee and the Indians into the woods and taking all their fish, carrying away as much as they were able, and destroying the remainder.

During the early portion of the present century St. Andrews was a flourishing and wealthy little town, shipping large quantities of pine timber to England and the West Indies, but the opening of the Baltic ports to the English trade and the building of St. Stephen and Calais about twenty miles above on the St. Croix together with other circumstances gradually withdrew the business, and since that time the little town has lain in its present state of quiet repose, its old wharves and docks rotting away and its warehouses and stores crumbling to pieces, until now they have almost disappeared, their places having been taken by new wharves and stores of less pretensions sufficient for the present business of the place.

But though time has destroyed its signs of former business greatness it has had no effect on the natural beauties of the place and its surroundings. The town is built on a peninsula making out into the bar and rising in a gradual ascent from the water edge to a height of about 150 or 200 feet. This eminence, called the "Barrack Hill" from an old fort called Tipperary built upon it summit, again slopes downward on the other side until it meets the waters of Katy's Cove, a slight indenture of the bay, while toward the landward side the country stretches away with an undulating surface dotted with farms and woods until it reaches the base of Chamcook Mountain, distant about 4 miles. This hill is a great resort for picnic parties and pleasure seekers; it is wooded nearly to its summit with a splendid open growth of birch, beech, maple, etc., and capped with a huge lodge of soft grey rock in which are cut the names of former visitors, thus leaving a lasting record for the inspection of future tourists. From the top of this hill is one of the most beautiful views imaginable, indeed the view from almost any elevation is charming, but from old Chamcook's rocky crown more particularly so. In front, as you stand looking seaward, the bay studded with its numerous islands, twinkling and shimmering in the sunlight and divided from the Bay of Fundy by Pendleton's, McMaster's and Deer Island over the tops of which, forty miles out to sea, the wave lashed shores of Grand Manan are distinctly visible. Turning and facing in the opposite direction, the chain of the three Chamcook lakes lies almost directly beneath the observer, their blue waters glancing like sapphires in the flood of bright sunshine that lights up the charming scene. Away in the distance can be seen many lakes in the State of Maine, conspicuous among which is lake Meddybemps. On the left, the St. Croix River, the boundary line between Maine and New Brunswick creeps up in a silver thread between the dark green woods and darker hills, while on its banks twenty miles distant lies Calais, St. Stephen, and Milltown—the clatter of their mills and the noisy hum of business reaches us not, but all quietly they lie as if only placed there to add to the beauty of the picture—and on the right the indented coast line of Charlotte County backed by dark brown and red volcanic looking hills draws around in a semi-circle until it reaches Latete passage dividing McMaster's Island from the mainland.

Here the opportunities for yachting especially for boats of the smaller class are unsurpassed. The Bay hemmed in as it is with its circlet of islands, is completely protected from storm and gales, in fact there is no weather during the summer season in which a yacht may not lie safely at anchor in the harbour, and seldom does the weather interfere with the sailing of boats in the bay; a familiar acquaintance with the bay and islands and very many boating excursions made both in Passamaquoddy and Fundy Bays fully justifies me in saying, I do not believe that there are more than three or four days during the summer that the winds are sufficiently strong in Passamaquoddy Bay as to interfere in pleasurable boat sailing. The larger class of yachts can increase the length of their cruises by going out either through Latete or clam Cove passage into the Bay of Fundy and thence to the Atlantic. But for picnic parties which desire to return to their point of departure upon the same day Passamaquoddy cannot be excelled. In the first place independent of the views from the island and their own picturesque appearance, many of them produce in large quantities the smaller fruits of berries, some of which are in season during the whole extent of the summer and far into the autumn. The strawberry, the raspberry, the blackberry, the blueberry, the cranberry, the wild gooseberry and a host of others. But first the wild strawberry. Ah! The wild strawberry - not the bruised and bleeding mass of pulp, not the overgrown and tasteless cultivated berry from the market garden, but the deep red, full flavoured wild berry picked fresh from the stalk, and the rich thick yellow cream without a drop of milk left in its composition is the treat reserved for the picnicker to Harwood Island in the month of July. So thickly do these berries grow upon this island that I have seen the edges of the ladies' white shirts stained red from brushing over the fruit during their strolls over the place. This little spot is about half a mile long and five or six hundred yards in width and distant from the town about eight miles.

After the strawberry season is over, we turn our attention to the next in rotation - the raspberry. And for that we go to Minister's Island (so called from its once belonging to the first Protestant clergyman of St. Andrews.) This Island is still nearer the town; at back part of it is the picnicking ground; it is nearest the berries and presents the most romantic appearance. The beach is of red sand with here and there high points and projections of the old red sandstone some of which are perforated by holes and caves produced by the action of the water; in these red sandstone cliffs are found beautiful specimens of a rose-colored quartz and up and over their rugged surfaces climbs the wild pea and convolvulus. Winding our way through some narrow ravine upward we soon reach the home of the raspberry which here grows in great luxuriance and to a large size; immense quantities are picked by poor children and offered for sale on the streets of the town.

On other of the almost innumerable islands in this beautiful bay grow quantities of the berries which I mentioned before but each island seems to have its own specialty. The cranberry which is the latest of the season grows in immense quantities on some of the islands just outside the inner bay and are gathered and shipped as an article of commerce. It would be impossible to give an adequate idea of the beauty of the scenery by description, changing as it does from every point of observation. Here the artist has his choice of the magnificent or the pastoral, the marine or the landscape. Here the sportsman can choose between the land bird or the sea fowl.

And here the fisherman can at his pleasure drop his fly on the calm surface of the lake or dance it on the ripple of the purling brook or more ambitious stream. The Chamcook lakes abound in fish, the trout, the landlocked salmon, and the tuladi or togue, this latter is a fish not inferior the trout either for sport or for the table, six or seven pounds is not an uncommon weight and I have known some caught in the lower Chamcook lake to weigh as high as fourteen pounds each.

Bocabec Lake is another spot dear to the fishermen on account of the white or silver perch with which its waters abound, and which weigh from 1 to 2 pounds. Bonaparte, St. Patrick's. North and numerous other lakes offer their inducements to the fishermen in the way of specked and salmon trout.

The Magaguadavic River, from lake Utopia near its mouth to "big Magaguadavic Lake" some sixty miles further up, with its numerous feeders and lakes, is the fisherman's paradise, especially, Lakes Utopia, Red Rock, Sparks and McDougall and MacDougall Lakes Stream.

The Saint John and Maine Railway runs close by Big Magaguadavic, beneath the Dam of which have been caught rout weighing as high as five pounds. No more pleasant excursion cold be offered to the disciple of "Old Isaac" than a camping trip on this river and its lakes, and both rods and guns should be carried along. (to be continued)

St. Croix Courier

Aug 18/1881

A large party of ladies and gentlemen from Houlton are "roughing it" in Merritt's building on Ross's wharf. American House newly repainted.

St. Croix Courier

Aug 25/1881

A rumour is prevalent in regard to Navy Island. Big hotels, driveways, etc. seem to be the gist of it.

Melville Jack concludes his piece on "A New Watering Place." See previous issue.

The Schooner H. V. Crandall is in town discharging a cargo of Sydney coal, consigned to R. Ross.

Pilot

Aug 25/1881

From Carleton Sentinel:

"Why don't some enterprising citizen or citizens of St. Andrews provide bathing houses, and a small steamer to ply in the harbour? They would pay, we should think. Nearly everyone who visits St. Andrews wants to bathe in the salt water, and for this, we believe, there are no suitable conveniences provided. As to the steamer, it will prove a great additional attraction could visitors enjoy for a moderate amount a trip among the islands on fine days."

From Carleton Sentinel:

"There is to be another excursion to St. Andrews on Saturday evening next, . . . . The present is one of the most pleasant periods in the season in which to visit this fashionable summer resort."

[The Owen opens on Campobello—late August 1881]

Eastport Sentinel

Aug 31/1881

A Trip to Bar Harbor

Taking advantage of a pleasant day last Thursday, and of pleasant company, the junior editor took passage upon the good steamer Falmouth for a short visit to a Maine popular summer resort, arriving there at 5:30 pm after a smooth trip of about five hours. The approach and view of the picturesque village of Bar Harbor, with its fine hotels and many pretty cottages and villas scattered along the shores and among the hills, forms not the least of the attractions of the place. The handsome yachts and the lively appearance of the harbor show that the visitors know well how to enjoy themselves. After engaging rooms with the Eastport party at the West End and partaking of supper, which was done justice to by all, after our pleasant sea trip which will add to anybody's appetite, several of us took a buckboard, one of Mt. Desert's novelties, and enjoyed a ride about the town and among the pretty cottages that attract the eye in all directions. Our ride took in the Indian encampment - a collection of some seventy tents, all filled with attractive displays of fancy baskets of pretty shapes and colors, seal skin ornaments, Indian clubs, canoes, paddles, gull's breasts, wings, etc. There are three tribes represented there, the Penobscots, Micmacs and Passamaquoddy tribes. The sale for baskets has been rather poor this seaso; the great trouble we fear, is that there are too many in the business, so that as in some other branches of trade, there is an over production, or a supply in excess of the demand. Yet the Indians get by letting and selling their canoes and hiring as guides, and generally succeed in making a paying season of it.

One of the handsomest cottages will probably one in process of erection upon a bluff overlooking the town, for Mrs. Thomas Scott, of Philadelphia. A number of expensive cottages have been built there, among which one is not yet completed, owned by J. Montgomery Sears of Boston, the foundation of which cost some $20,000. There are as near as we could learn, some ninety or more cottages owned or occupied by summer visitors on the island. The principal hotels are the West End Hotel, kept by the proprietors of the Falmouth of Portland; the Grand Central, Rodick House, Atlantic House, the St. Sauveur, Newport House, Hotel Des Isles, Rockaway House, Ocean House, Belmont, etc. There are some twenty or thirty hotels, large and small, all of which accommodate quite an army of tourists during the short summer season. The season is drawing to a close; already large numbers have and are taking their departure for either their city homes or the warmer resorts nearer home. The buckboard, an institution of Mount Desert, is a springboard of thickness corresponding to the load it is to accommodate, placed upon four wheels with comfortable seats upon the board, between the wheels, for two, four, six, nine or more persons. These very easy vehicles abound and are in demand during the busy season for rides in the various places of interest upon the island.

Having Friday to spend there our party secured the services of a buckboard . . . . we were careful to make a trade with the owner of the team before starting, as the sharp Yankees of Mt. Desert will overcharge when they get a chance, as some of our party found out. But satisfactory rates were agreed upon and we started off for Eagle Lake, which we reached after a hilly ride of about an hour. We know of no reason why the lake should be called eagle, unless it was named after a stuffed specimen of the national bird which spread its wings benignly over a lunch table in the Lake House, kept by a bald-headed Hungarian. After taking in the wide expanse of the lake, something over a mile in length, and tasting the delicious ice cream and Hungarian chips served for us, and witnessing the intelligent tricks of a huge Newfoundland dog, for which the proprietor had refused offers of "t'ree hun'ded dollar," and listening to the pathetic story of how the noble animal saved the life of his boy from drowning, we could realize that it would take more than money to buy him. We had seen Eagle Lake and after securing about a ten acres lot to run our lengthy vehicle in, we rode back at a lively rate, it being downhill this time, arriving at the hotel in time to do justice to a good dinner.

Another ride towards evening "look in" the "Gorge," a pretty ride over level roads and views of the mountain gorge well worth seeing; huge piles of granite are heaped up at the foot of one mountain, though tons of it are hauled away for foundations every year, yet large quantities are loosened and piled up by the frosts and freshets. On the right hand the mountain cliffs rise steep and high against the western heavens. The mountains and cliffs of Mt. Desert have made it a resort for the fashionable and the seekers after the grandeur of nature. There are other attractive points and rides about the island which we had not the time to visit, besides we wished to leave something fresh for our next visit, as if one goes to Bar Harbor once they wish to go again, if they have not made too long a stay.

In the evening, a hop took place at the "Grand Central." Of course we must look in on that, and when we got there only to look at the dancers, we found crowds who had come of the same purpose and very few to dance. These hops are round dances entirely and at this one only the best dancers or the "loudest" appeared to take part. The racquet is a popular dance and monopolizes its share of the time as well as the room.

Securing sister rooms on our steamer in the evening, as she leaves early Saturday morning, we enjoyed a comfortable sleep, though some of the party were awakened by the swell at the wharf during the night. Captain Hall informed us that it was caused by the hurricane which had ruffled the bosom of a portion of the mighty Atlantic. A calm and pleasant passage brought us back home at noon Saturday after an enjoyable trip, all appearing happy and satisfied. While the Falmouth is fast and a splendid outside boat, she draws too much water to be a popular Mt. Desert Steamer, in our opinion. What is most needed, is a boat between Eastport and Bar Harbor, a smaller steamer that can . . . .

Chester Alan Arthur

21st President of the United States
(September 19, 1881, to March 3, 1885)

Nickname: "The Gentleman Boss"; "Elegant Arthur"

Born: October 5, 1830, in Fairfield, Vermont
Died: November 18, 1886, in New York, New York

St. Croix Courier

Sept 1/1881

Details of singing performances at benefit concert held at Argyll for new fence for Episcopal Church. Program.

Pilot

Sept 8, 1881

"The Royal Order of Trout Liars," another humorous piece by the Jester.

St. Croix Courier

Sept 8/1881

Mr. Robert Ross is demolishing the old building on the corner of Water and Ernest Streets, on the site of which he intends erecting his new house.

Large number of summer guests gone home.

St. Croix Courier

Sept 15/1881

Posters are set out for an excursion, probably the last of the season, to Campobello in the Houghton on Friday. All should take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy a delightful sail down the river and a pleasant day at "The Watering Place of the Future."

Ball coming up at Argyll.

St. Croix Courier

Sept 22/1881

Capt. Herbert has rented the Junction House at McAdam and intends running it through the winter.

Pilot

Sept 15, 1881

Another piece on the Royal Order of Trout Liars by the Jester.

Pilot

Sept 22, 1881

The editor of the "Island News" charges that we have attempted to collect subscriptions for the Bay Pilot for the year previous to that in which his connection therewith ceased. The statement is simply untrue. In June 1879, we purchased J. G. Lorimer's interest (and a small one it was) in the plant of the Bay Pilot office, together with the subscription list for that year. We agreed to mail the paper for the current year to all parties who had paid John G. Lorimer in advance and to run our own risk with the balance. Out of the whole number of names on the Grand Manan list he returned the names of seventeen persons who paid one dollar each, which entitled them to receive the paper up to the 15th day of May, 1880, and the names of eight persons who had paid 50 cents each, which entitled them to receive the paper for six months or to the 15th day of November, 1879. To our great surprise, a few months afterwards, when we sent bills to the subscribers for their subscriptions, from May 15th 1879 to May 15, 1880, they asserted that they had paid John G. Lorimer, or his agents, and in some cases produced receipts. For these amounts, we hold him responsible, and were he worth it, would take legal steps to compel him to pay. We have the subscription list furnished us by J. G. L. in his own handwriting, which conclusively proves the correctness of our statement. Some people are so habituated to crookedness and lies, that it seems almost impossible for them to tell the truth.

The work of widening the gauge and making the necessary changes on the New Brunswick Railway between Gibson and Woodstock are about completed.

Pilot

Sept 29/1881

J. G. Lorimer, postmaster at North Head, Grand Manan, has resigned that office very much to the gratification of the people of that Island, who were about to get up a petition to the Postmaster General praying for his removal. For once in his life at least J. G. L. has done a popular act. We trust the wearied dove will soon find rest.

Pilot

Oct 6/1881

More on Lorimer's scamming of paid subscribers to the Pilot.

Part One:

A Summer Visitor's Correspondence to the Norfolk Register, Randolph, Mass.

"Agreeably to the promise made in my last letter, I will try to write you a description of the beautiful little town of St. Andrews. It is most beautifully located on the face of a gently sloping hill inclining from its summit, on which is built Fort Tipperary, to the waters of Passamaquoddy Bay on three sides, the fourth or northwest side joining the mainland, from which the peninsula projects itself. The southwest or face is that on which the town is built, sloping gradually down until it reaches the wharves which extend out into the inner harbour, in which there is the very best and safest anchorage for coasters and other small craft, and of which I will write more particularly by and by. In approaching the town by water, it presents its very worst features to view, the rear parts of the buildings on Water Street, on the appearance of which it is unnecessary to dwell, as everybody knows who has ever seen a seaport from the water, that the building necessary for storage and such purposes as they are used are not generally of the beautiful kind, but are more for use than ornament. The town in extent is about one mile long and five sixths of a mile in width, is laid out in wide streets, built with coarse blue gravel (about as good as macadamizing) running in parallel lines and at right angles with each other forming blocks or squares containing about ninety thousand square feet each, on which squares all its houses etc. are built. There are six streets running the full length, and thirteen the full width of the town, the largest ones in a direct line from northwest to southeast, while the shorter run from the top of the hill to the harbour, northeast to southwest. While the longitudinal streets are almost level, the latitudinal ones rise gently from the waterfront to the summit of the hill, on the southwest face of which the town is built. There is, therefore, about twelve miles of streets in the town plot, so called, that pleasure seekers can use for driving purposes, all of good, solid, hard gravel bottom, on which a horse can trot altogether without being compelled to walk with a light team, besides miles of beautiful suburban drives, accessible within three miles of the Market Square or center of the business part of the town, and of which I will write later. The buildings generally are comparatively old fashioned, without much ornament, and contrast somewhat strangely with those of their American neighbours, there being a few of the French roof style which are the most modern buildings to be seen. The English cottage, which has become so fashionable in New England is not seen here at all, the pitch roof prevailing, while a few hip roofs may be seen. The houses look very comfortable indeed, and with a few exceptions are well preserved. Here there is but little show of public building, the churches and hotels being the first to strike the eye. Of churches there are five—the Episcopal, the Scotch Presbyterian, or Kirk, as it is called, the Roman Catholic, the Baptist, and the Methodist, named in order according to their size, capable of accommodating in the aggregate, between two thousand persons with sitting room. While the whole number of the inhabitants scarcely exceeds these figures, so you will observe that they are amply provided for, with room enough to hear the Scriptures expatiated upon and sing their praises to the Great Ruler of the universe. The hotels, of which there are seven besides a great many private boarding houses, which have been opened for the accommodation of tourists, travellers and summer boarders, have been taxed to their greatest capacity this season, unpropitious as it has been, consequently greater accommodations have got to be and will be provided for those who intend to spend their summer vacations in this really delightful town, which, for a watering place cannot be surpassed in the Dominion of Canada, if indeed there is any place in the world which for natural advantages as such can equal it. St. Andrews has been rightly called the Saratoga of Canada and bids fair in time to leave its rival of that name far in the shade. The hotels named in order according to their size and capacity, and a description of which I will give you at some other time, are The Argyll, located at the eastern extremity of the town, on a high knoll, commanding a beautiful view of the town of St. Andrews, as well as the islands of and Passamaquoddy Bay; Kennedy's which also is a new building, is located on Water Street, at the eastern corner of Market Square, is newly furnished and capable of accommodating upwards of one hundred guests. Both of these hotels are constructed on the most improved and fashionable plans, being ventilated and lighted as well as it is possible for modern architects to plan. Next in order comes The American, newly furnished and fitted, Morrison's, Megantic, Passamaquoddy, and the St. Andrews Houses, from which the traveller, tourist or summer boarder can make his choice and amongst which he cannot fail to find accommodations to suit both his taste and the number of his ducats. In my next, I will try to give you a description of the two principal hotels, as well as of the carriage drives, boating facilities, yachting courses, as well as the picturesque and enchanting land and water scenery of St. Andrews and Passamaquoddy Bay." G. H. A. Y.

Rural Cemetery Burial

Mary Cole

Age 89

Lot 48B

Oct 21, 1881

[no record in cemetery]

Pilot

Oct 13/1881

A Summer Visitor's Correspondence to the Norfolk Register, Randolph, Mass.

Part Two

"As your patience seems to be equal to the emergency in publishing my rambling jottings, I feel it to be incumbent on me to keep my promise of last week, while I try to give your readers a slight idea of the pleasures which are to be enjoyed by simply taking a vacation excursion, and stopping a short time in this delightful little border town. Of the two principal hotels which I promised to describe, the Argyll is the largest and most imposing in appearance situated in the extreme eastern part of the town but a short distance from either the N. B. and C. Railway or the Steamboat Wharf, on a large tract of land which, together with the sum of $5,000 in cash, were contributed by the Town of St. Andrews towards this enterprise, and has already cost the owners thereof about $25,000 to which is expected to be added a large wing on the southeast side which will give this fine building a grand frontage of about 300 feet, by 50 feet in width, to which is attached an ell running back on the northeast side, or rear, about 75 feet, making the distance from front to rear 125 feet, height three stories, with French roof, and tower or observatory, from which an excellent view of St. Andrews, New Brunswick; Robbinston, Maine; Chamcook Mountain, Passamaquoddy Bay, and all the islands of Charlotte County, both in Passamaquoddy Bay and Bay of Fundy, known as West Isles, may be had, which scene alone would compensate one well for hours of toil spent in striving to obtain it. The entrance to this building is large and airy, leading into a spacious hall 50 feel long, 14 feet wide at entrance enlarging to 30 feet at the rear, from which access is had to the dining room, which is a large hall, 54 by 44 feet, with a 22 foot ceiling, lighted and ventilated by eight large windows, four being one each side, and at night by handsome six light chandeliers. Adjoining the dining room is a large billiard hall, 21 by 44 feet, which like all parts of this house is newly furnished in the most modern style. . . . The range, which is one of the French wrought iron improved, has a cooking capacity for 300 persons. All the rooms are large and airy, being supplied with every convenience and excellent ventilation. The gent's parlor which is on the right of the entrance is 20 feet square and fitted with everything necessary for east and comfort. The ladies' parlors, of which there are two, one being 22 feet, while the other is 17 feet square, connected or divided at will by folding doors, are richly furnished and carpeted, one being supplied with a Wedlock piano, the other with a Burdette organ. The basement is divided into five compartments, all of which are called into use daily. There is also a good livery stable in connection with the house, where good horses and carriages of the latest Provincial and American styles may be had a very moderate rate. Capt. Herbert, the proprietor of the Argyll aided by his wife, formerly of the Grand Falls Hotel, Grand Falls, N. B., will always be found about his business of which he is master, trying to make his guests comfortable and happy, in which he has attained a fair degree of success.

"Kennedy's Hotel, of which the owner and gentlemanly proprietor, Mr. Angus Kennedy, is also manager, is located on Market Square, Water Street, (on the site formerly occupied for many years by the Railroad House, E. Pheasant, proprietor,) has a frontage of 50 feet, extends back 104 feet, and is three stories in height with a hip roof. It is a very commodious and handsome structure, while its internal arrangements are convenience, comfortable and airy. The rooms are large, high and well ventilated, and fitted with all the modern conveniences. The furniture, carpets, etc., are all new and very tastefully selected from the very latest designs and styles. The house in point of completeness of arrangement and elegance of finish, manner of ventilation, etc., will compare favorably with hotels of the same capacity either in the United States or Canada. Two verandas run along the front on the first and second stories. The entrance is large, opening into a spacious hall 44 feet long and 12 feet wide, from which doors open to the office, coat and washrooms, sample rooms, private parlor, and large dining room, in the rear of which are the kitchen, pantries and laundry, all of which are supplied with the most modern conveniences. On the second floor are the ladies' parlors, which are commodiously and handsomely furnished, 16 sleeping rooms and bathrooms. There are 36 rooms on the third floor, while space enough remains unfinished to provide for 20 more bedrooms on the fourth floor. An air of cheerfulness and comfort seems to pervade the whole house, which together with the geniality of mine host, the popular proprietor, Mr. Kennedy, must continue as it always has done to attract a large share of the patronage of those who visit St. Andrews, either for business or pleasure. The location of the house makes it very desirable as a commercial hotel. In connection with the hotel is a good livery stable conducted by Burton and Murphy, who are always ready to supply customers with good steppers, fine carriages and equipments. The views from the different parts of the house are very fine indeed, and nearly all the points of interest are to the seen without leaving it.

The carriage drives in and around the streets of St. Andrews, as I mentioned before, extend a distance of twelve miles. Let us first drive down Water Street, where the principal business of the town is done, towards Indian Point, where we get a good view of the inner harbor, St. Andrews Island, the different wharves and piers, steamboat landing, railway station, and all the different buildings, shops, etc., necessary at a railway terminus; at the light house at the eastern entrance to the harbor, where, as we take the circuit of the race-course (so-called for years, but no longer called in use for racing purposes) the greater portion of Passamaquoddy Bay breaks into view, with its numerous islands all high land, and which divides it from the Bay of Fundy, thereby keeping out lots of fog, as it is an indisputable fact that at least two-thirds of the time, when fog is thick in the Bay of Fundy, or outside, as people term it, Passamaquoddy Bay and its surrounding islands will be as clear as a bell. This expanse of salt water is a perfect paradise for yachtsmen, and as beautiful as the eye could wish to see. To describe it fittingly would take too much space and time. It is 17 miles long and 9 miles wide, deep clear water running in length from northeast to southwest, and in width vice versa, at the point the Sand-reef Light about one- and one-half miles off shore. Magaguadavic Light at the mouth of the river of that name, at the northeast extremity of the Bay, and Pea Point Light, just outside of Big Letete passage, are plainly visible as we approach the Birch Trees. Driving towards Fort Tipperary, the town looks its level best and must be seen to be admired. Let us alight and mount the earthwork, while we gaze on the beautiful landscape around us. Immediately under our feet as it were, nestles St. Andrews, almost entirely hidden under the trees which seems almost like a forest from this point. The largest buildings, church spires rising like sentinels above them being visible, the harbor with shipping, the island, an arm of the bay one mile long and three miles wide, between St. Andrews Island and Perry, Maine, are to be seen directly in front as we face the southwest, while as we turn gradually to the left and run down the coast of Maine to Pleasant Point and West Quoddy, Clam Cove head, Deer Island Pendleton's and McMaster's Island, with Big and Little Letete passages on the east of Passamaquoddy Bay, Mascareen, SG, Digdeguash, Oven Head, etc., in the distance, while directly in or near the northeast lies Katie's Cove, with railroad trestle bridge, Hardwood Islands, Hog and Minister's Island, the Protestant Cemetery, the various farms with the fields of golden grain making a strong contrast with the surrounding and adjacent woods. To north lies Chamcook Mountain, only four miles away, from which the most magnificent views can be obtained, standing out as they do in bold relief against the sky in sublime grandeur.

As we complete the circle, we see the landscape dotted with farms, farmhouses, etc., until we reach the mouth of the St. Croix River, which is something over two miles wide at this point, a magnificent sheet of water, which extends up into Oak Bay, retaining nearly that width about 12 miles. Red Beach, Robbinston, Lever's Cove, Mill Cove, and back again to Perry on the Maine shore, while the old Block House at the western end of the town, the Almshouse and Joe's Point complete the picture that would require a large book to contain a good description in detail, but which has only to be seen to be admired. Let us enter our teams, drive around the head of the town, down Water Street, to Whitlock's stable. Drove three miles. Gone one hour. Charge fifty cents.

—G.H.A.Y.

The schooner Mary Ellen, of St. Andrews, bound to Pawtucket, Rhode Island, has been abandoned at sea, 100 miles east of Cape Ann. The crew were rescued by the schooner Zedic and taken to Liverpool, Nova Scotia. The Mary Ellen was 113 tons, built at Saint George in 1865, registered at St. John, with Mr. Robert Ross, of St. Andrews, as managing owner. Mr. Robert Ross received a telegram on Monday stating that the Mary Ellen was taken into Portland, Maine, full of water. [looks like the end of the Mary Ellen right here]

Pilot

Oct 20/1881

Part three of the Summer Visitor's Correspondence to Norfolk Register. Scenery and drives in the vicinity of the town.

After the pleasurable experience of yesterday, suppose we enjoy a repetition of it today by taking a drive through the country in the immediate vicinity of the town. Having already ordered Will [W. E. Mallory] to hitch out his best turnout, which is now reported "all ready," we get aboard and proceed to Joe's Point, which is about a mile from the western corner of the town. On our way we obtain a splendid view of St. Andrews Harbor from the westward, St. Andrews Island, and the southwest arm of Passamaquoddy Bay, which lies between St. Andrews Island and the coast of Maine, easterly up to the mouth of the St. Croix River, between Joe's Point on the Dominion side and Robbinston, Maine, on the American. The landscape which is undulating is beautifully varied with farms and their necessary buildings, woods, valleys and hills on the right while on the left is one of the most elegant marine views which could be imagined or described. Arriving at Joe's Point we look up the St. Croix to the head of the Bay (Oak Bay) a distance of about 12 miles as straight a yacht course as can be laid, with 12 miles more from this point to Eastport, making the whole distance 24 miles, lying northwest and southeast with a width varying from 1 ¾ miles at the astern end of St. Andrews Island. The yachting course on the southeast side of Passamaquoddy Bay is 17 miles long and 9 miles wide, running in length from northeast to southwest and all clear, bold water, without any dangerous reefs, rocks or shale. While viewing the scenery up the river we observe on the Dominion side of Kivel's Cove, Sandy Point and all of Oak Bay. On the American side are Devil's Head, above which point the river turns and bears away to the westward to Calais, Maine, and St. Stephen, New Brunswick, the Ledge and other places of minor importance. As we follow down the river, from Devil's Head, on the Maine side, we see the Plaster Mills, Red Beach, Doucett's Island and Robbinston, with the hills and mountains of Maine making a most magnificent backdrop . . . the scene is as beautiful and variable as one can imagine, (as a friend of mine expressed himself while riding over this road, "There is nothing here that looks alike, and yet every part of it is in perfect beauty and harmony.") Having reached the Bayside Road, we will drive up the river a short distance as we view the silvery tide, the farm buildings and farms, as they all slope so gradually and beautifully from the road to the river, with the American shore in the background, —really beautiful beyond description. Still farther along we come to Oak Bay, which is a most charming spot, and has to be seen to be fully appreciated. Returning, we take the Bayside to the Saint John Road, and while here we must by all means visit Chamcook Mountain, from the bald head of which the most beautiful, magnificent and grandest views are to be seen. Having arrived at the entrance leading to the summit, we have an ascent of about two-thirds to a mile to make before reaching it; we drive halfway up, hitch our team and prepare to exercise our lower limbs. About half the distance to the top from our hitching post, we find it, well - not too steep, but quite steep enough,—while the remaining sixth of a mile; completing our last hitch or series of hitches, requiring the stretching not only of the lower limbs but also of the upper ones, too, in grasping the rocks, scrub bushes, etc, that may be within reach in assisting to carry and draw our bodes to that coveted position—the cap of old Chamcook. Hurrah! We have gained the top. The first thing in order is to regain our breath, which we have almost lost in the ascent. After drawing few draughts of the good, clear air of heaven, we are ready to look about us and enjoy the scene, the beauties and splendour of which seem almost too much for us poor mortals ever to expect to realize; but here we are and if we can believe our sense, we see, we realize and we enjoy the magnificence, the grandeur, as well as the gorgeous beauties of this autumnal view. The air is as clear as could be wished and fully as bracing as desirable, but the glorious scene as spread before us beggars description. In front, looking south, lies St. Andrews with the intervening farming scenery. Between the harbor St. Andrews Island and Passamaquoddy Bay, with all its islands. As we turn gradually to the left, we see the bold, rocky and forbidding shores of Grand Manan, 40 miles away in the Bay of Fundy, with the Island of Campobello lying between. Still more to the left and lying about due east are the Wolves, three dangerous islands off Point Lepreaux and lying between that point and Grand Manan. Between us lies Latete passage. The shores of Mascarene, SG, Digdeguash, on the northeast head of Passamaquoddy, with their hills and mountains forming a bold and grand background. Bocabec, and Chamcook, almost at our feet, with their harbors, coves and headland, off which place lie Hog, Hardwood (Big and Little, the later formerly used as quarantine, and where hundreds of emigrants' bones lie, who died of ship fever in years past), and Minister's Island, the Narrows, Bar Road, Kitty's Cove, the birch Trees, Indian Point, which form the northwest shore of the bay. Turning still farther to the left we see Waweig with its mountains and hills. Cranberry mountain with the lake of the same name on its summit, lying about north. The string of Chamcook lakes extending for miles almost northeast. Still farther to the left we see Oak Bay the head of the bay so called. A little farther to the westward the St. Croix River, with the Ledge, St. Stephen and Milltown, lying due west the Calais Maine, the Devil's Head, hills, mountains rivers, lakes Meddybemps in the distance, and the American shore on the southwest to due south clean down to Eastport, which completes the circle but gives very faint idea indeed of this grandly magnificent, most picturesque, enchanting an romantic scenery. As may naturally be supposed. This point - the apex of Chamcook Mountain - is much resorted to by picnic parties, although quite a hard climb it is not at all considered hazardous, the ladies as a rule, rather enjoying the ascent, while being assisted by their gallant gentlemen escorts. Let me say here that there are but very few ladies of ordinary good health who do not wish, after visiting the summit of this old sentinel, to repeat their experiences.

. . . of fresh fried trout to the bill of fare is most desirable even for a party of picnickers As a picnic locality there is no place where I have ever been, (and I have cruised the North Atlantic coast pretty thoroughly) that has so many places and advantages as St. Andrews. You can go to a new place every day in the week and month, still there will be as many more good picnic places left that you have not seen, finding them at almost any place along the shore of Passamaquoddy or the St. Croix River, with good beaches and beautiful shade. As we are now ready to return, the descent is to be made after a good, goodbye to the apex of Old Chamcook. Hoping to visit it again in the near future, we begin to retrace our steps; arriving at Hume's Hill 1 ½ mils out of town, we gaze about us again to take a farewell of the scenery spread before us, and wonder why the artist had done so little to bring this beautiful and splendid scenery before the world. We now descend this hill, which is a very prominent feature in the landscape, take a turn down the Bar Road, about a mile and back into town, having made a day of it, and a day that will be remembered with deep interest during life. G. H. A. Y.

Pilot

Oct 27/1881

As Others See Us

A Summer Visitor's Correspondence to the Norfolk Register, Randolph, Mss, US

Goodbye to St. Andrews

St. Andrews, Sept. 1, 1881

This, my last day of pleasure and recreation, we will spend by attending a picnic and chowder party on St. Andrews Island. My letter commenced here, will probably be finished at the starting point, that beautiful village of ??, which I left behind me nearly three weeks ago. 'Tis a delightful morn, and nature seems to have donned her most charming garb, as if to make this our last day at St. Andrews a day that will ever dwell greenly in our memories. While I am writing, our party are now getting ready for the pleasure and recreations of the day, and I assure you that it is a most jolly party too. A more propitious day could not have been produced even if made to order. 8:30 am and even now the boats are all ready, while the necessary provisions to appease the appetite of a hungry party, are now being transported to the pier, there to be stowed in the proper place so as to give room and accommodation to those of us who intend to show our appreciation of the good things by giving them their appropriate places in our capacious bread basket. At 10:30 am we have landed at the spot where our day's pleasure and festivities are to take place. Our cook, who has proceeded us, is now preparing the chowder, the principal ingredient of which is the "succulent clam," and oh! What clams! Tender, fat and juicy, a feast in themselves, as our experience with our clam chowder will show for itself. On our arrival, some of us who had had experience with our cook, and knowing that we could depend on him on all occasions of his integrity, were somewhat surprised to hear him ask for some more fat for the chowder, knowing as we did that ample provision had been made in that direction but cook said he did not think that he had quite enough fat to make said chowder as palatable as he could wish, but on being assured the we all would like and relish it better without so much fat, he resumed his duties, but not with so much confidence depicted on his features as we had noticed on previous occasions. However, the stew went happily on. The different individuals of our party wandered off the suit their different fancies, some alone, some almost, others in small squads, some lounging in the shade, etc., as is usual at all picnics, until the welcome dinner call was sounded. The edible and desirable being duly prepared our company seated themselves, proceeded to fortify the inner man with the substantial things of life. After eating for perhaps ten minutes, during which time the chin-music band had been playing some very lively airs, our meal was interrupted somewhat by cook wishing to know the private opinion of each and every individual on his ability as a cook, and also their opinion on the merits of that chowder. Every person, without exception, expressed himself and herself as fully satisfied with cook's ability, and also with the flavour of the chowder. Still, he evidently was not happy while one of the party ventured to request cook to free his mind, as it was beginning to be noticed that there was something heavily bearing him down, upon which cook exclaimed as if he had cast aside an immense burden:

"There is an inside history to this chowder that has not been told." Immediately every spoon and mouth came to parade rest while no one would move until an explanation had been made, which came at last after much importuning by the ladies, cook remarking that he could assure us beyond a doubt that there certainly was no trichinae in the chowder. Well, after such assurance coming from one whose honesty of purpose none could doubt, our mouths, reopened, while the march of the chowder went on. Having finished this the principal dish and all had become satiated with chowder, a heavy demand was of course made on the edible of a lighter and more delicious nature. While discussing these our cook was pressed on the inside history of that chowder, which he related in this way: Well, you see that as I came over here in advance, with this little geezer, (a four year old boy) to care for, and as my only assistant in preparing this meal I naturally felt somewhat nervous about the result, but however, I applied myself to the task by taking possession of the "Old camp ground" filling the boiler one-third full with water, lighting the fire, put up a quantity of fat sufficient to enrich our chowder, which I placed where it would do the most good, foolishly casting what was left into the fire, then proceeding to bring the potatoes and onions into line. While attentively attending to this duty, my assistant showed evident signs of fear, which I first noticed by his calling my attention to the fact that "I want to see mamma." Immediately glancing up I discovered that my water had boiled out, the boiler was red hot in places, while my fat burned brightly and with lurid glare. Well! You see that it was impossible for one person, and that one a man, to grasp the situation and attend to both. In less than a minute I decided that it was of more importance to attend to the wants of 18 or 20 hungry picnickers than to only one, and he only an assistant; so Instead of grasping the situation, I clinched the pot, when the wrestle commenced; but to make a long story short, I lost the fat and had the boiler to cleanse. The party then being an hour late, I heartily prayed that they might be still two hours later. I got the stew started again but used a bountiful supply of onions instead of the fat (which was past redemption). About this time the party arrived, when as you all remember I began to enquire of you all for fat, giving as an excuse, when told that provision was in the baskets sent in advance, acknowledging the contract, I told you that in my mature judgement I did not consider that I was provided with a sufficient quantity to make our chowder a success. However as no more fat was to be had, and you all have assured me that you would not like it fat, I proceeded with the business at hand, depending on the fat of clams along to grease this savoury dish (not, however without some misgiving in my conscience). The chowder having been seasoned to suit my aesthetic taste, and served up to suit yours, as you have all asserted, what better evidence can I produce to show that those clams contain fat enough in themselves to enrich a first chowder? Besides, what better evidence to you wish for to prove that there is no trichinae lurking in the hidden depths of this stew? Now to tell you all the truth, what made me feel so hurt in my feelings, was the fact that some, if not all you seemed to doubt the truthful assertion which I made for the simple purpose of dispelling any doubts which might occur to your minds concerning the merits of this delectable and savory dish. This explanation having thoroughly reassured our party of the honesty, veracity and inward true heartedness of our cook, it was unanimously voted "that his chowder, although minus fat, was excellent. That cook be restored to full confidence and fellowship, and that the be permanently engaged to cater for our party through all time." After spending the afternoon in roving, romping and rambling about the island for a few hours, the tea bells rung, which summons was responded to by all with alacrity. After doing ample justice to the meal, a stroll by moonlight on the sands followed, after which our party ere-embarked, were safely transported "to the other shore," and scattered to our several resting places some of us to take our departure for the westward again on the following morn, which we did. After rather a tempestuous, tedious and misty voyage, reached Boston at 10 o'clock, pm, the following Saturday night, but just in time for me to take the 11:15 pm train for S., via the Old Colony and Fall RR, at which point I arrived time enough to take my regular beans and brown bread Sabbath morning and which served as gentle reminder that I had returned to New England and to the cares and duties of everyday life again. Mr. Editor and kind readers, let me here thank you for your toleration, patience and attention, hoping that all of you who can possibly do so, will try to spend at least a part of your vacations in the future at St. Andrews, New Brunswick, as only by your experiences personally can the truth of my statements be vindicated. For much of my pleasure information, etc., I feel compelled to thank a former resident of your town who I happened to meet, and whose object in visiting St. Andrews was similar to my own. I hope that we may meet there again and see some of your Massachusetts friends and acquaintances there also. With my best wishes to you all I will say "good night," and still I remain the same G. H. A. T.

Pilot

Nov 3, 1881

A gang of boys marched through the street of the town on Monday evening shouting in the most disgraceful manner, calling at house and stores demanding apples; They attacked Mr. D. Keezer's store on the Market Wharf and smashed in the windows. It is time that attacks on Mr. Keezer should be put down by the strong arm of the law; he is a very hardworking and industrious man and ought to be protected. A portion of that gang of boys took charge of the schooner Minnie Ha Ha of Shelburne, N.S. laying at the wharf and took a barrel of apples off her deck; such conduct is indefensible and calculated to bring discredit on the town. [it seems Mr. Keezer is a favorite target of ruffians]

St. Croix Courier

Nov 13/1881

Mr. T. McCracken has purchased the house on Water Street and Mr. Robert Ross the house on the shore and the water privileges of the Lawrence property next of the Foundry. Mr. McCracken is repairing his house for a residence. [explains why the Mary Ellen was hauled up there]

St. Croix Courier

Nov 20/1881

*Half a Century of Official Life: the St. Andrews Post Office. Important historical facts.

International Steamship Company repairing its wharf and extensive warehouses at Eastport. Details.

James Ross's business importing fresh oysters for sale locally popular.

Pilot

Nov 10, 1881

Saturday night last, a man presumably on plunder bent, placed a ladder against the side of Mr. Thomas Armstrong's house, evidently intending to enter a bedroom window. Mr. A. happened to be in the room at the time, without a light, hearing the noise he looked through the slat of the blind, and saw the face of a man peering through the glass, he ran down to the barn, let loose his dog, and then went into the house to get his revolver. The would-be robber was apparently no stranger, as the dog did not attack him. When Mr. A. got out the man had decamped, but he came back again during the night and removed the ladder, which he had brought with him. Mr. A. feels pretty certain of the identity of his midnight visitor.

Pilot

Dec 1/1881

Sir Charles Tupper in town, guest of C. Gove. Leaves next day.

St. Croix Courier

Dec 15/1881

Details of fire at New Brunswick and C shops in St. Andrews.

St. Andrews has new oyster saloon.

Pilot

Dec 15/1881

Disastrous Fire

Destruction of the Railway Machine Shop with its Contents

Monday evening about a quarter past eight o'clock the cry of fire resounded through our streets; almost simultaneously with the cry the heavens were lit up with the lurid glare, clearly indicating where the greedy flames were working havoc and ruin. The railway machine shop is in flames resounded from a hundred throats, a grand rush was made for the fire engine station and in less time than it takes us to write the statement the fire apparatus were being hauled down the street at a lively pace in the direction of the point of danger. On arrival at the scene of the conflagration the building was found enveloped in flames; so complete a grip had they that it was useless to attempt to check their progress; men were forced to stand helplessly by and witness the destruction of this valuable property. It was a grand but awful sight, the tongues of flame shot from beam to rafter, and in their hellish glee soon reduced the building to a heap of smouldering ruins amid which, with the flames wrapped round them like a golden winding sheet, stood four locomotives and tenders, one of them with steam escaping; only requiring the hand of the driver upon the throttle and lever to enable her to escape, but the hand of man could not reach her through the overwhelming flames. The air was filled with sparks and flying embers that presented the appearance of a golden shower; many of them were carried in the direction of the Manager's residence which stands about four hundred feet east of the machine shop; they lit in and set fire to trees, the grass in the fields adjoining took fire and burnt as briskly as though it were a dry summer night. Number One fire engine was stationed alongside Manager Osborn's house and from it a stream was occasionally played, which extinguished the threatening sparks that poured in a continuous shower upon the roof. Fortunately, for the safety of the town the wind was blowing west southwest, and the only building endangered, was the residence of the Manager. The Argyll Hotel loomed up grandly, the windows presenting the appearance of sheets of burnished gold. About ten o'clock a drenching rainstorm set in, which removed any cause for alarm of the fire spreading in any direction. It is supposed the fire caught in or about the stationary engine room which was situated on the west side of the building, but how, is now and must ever remain an unsolved problem. The engine cleaner, Mr. Thomas Richardson, was all through the works about half an hour before the fire was discovered. When the first discoverers of the fire reached the building, it seemed to be all ablaze inside. The only thing saved was the tool chest of Mr. William McLeod, carpenter, which a couple of lads succeeded in dragging out.

In addition to the buildings which covered about three quarters of an acres of ground, there was destroyed all the valuable machinery in it, consisting of 5 lathes, 2 planers, 2 drilling machines, 2 bold lathes, 1 hydraulic press, 1 stationary engine, 1 new punch and shears, 1 wood planer and circular saw, in addition to which the tools belonging to the men, amounting in value to about 300. the Machinery was all first-class of its kind.

Also, five locomotives, the "Earl Fitzwilliam," "Shamrock," "Houlton" and St. Stephen," all standing in the shop and the "Rose," which was dismantled, preparatory to rebuilding a new boiler for her were amongst the articles destroyed by the fire. In addition to the above was the old hand fire engine Faugh-a-gallagh, which many of the men of the present day, when they were boys, manned and worked at fires. Some years ago the Firewards gave her to the Railway Company with the understanding that she should be kept in working order, and manned by a company of railroad employees for the protection of the railway buildings; and for use in the town should her services be required, but owing to the press of work at the machine shop, the needed repairs were not completed, and the poor old engine, relic of a by gone day and fashion of engines, perished by the element she had in many a hard fought fight helped to subdue.

So rapid was the progress of the flames that Mr. Thomas Armstrong, Mechanical foreman, although on the ground almost at the first was unable to get into his office, situated in a wing attached to the eastern side of the workshop, which with all the books, paper and other property therein was destroyed.

The property destroyed is roughly estimated at $75,000, which was only covered by insurance to the extent of eleven thousand six hundred dollars, so that the Railway Company are heavy losers.

An erection of a temporary character will be put up immediately as a shelter for locomotives. Arrangements have been made with Mr. Andrew Lamb for the use of the blacksmith shop at the foundry, together with the stationary engine and the wareroom, adjoining which will be fitted up as a repair shop. Two of the damaged locomotives will be sent to the Portland Locomotive Works to be refitted and repaired. The destruction of the N. B. and Canada Railway Co.'s machine shop, is the greatest calamity that has occurred in St. Andrews in recent times.

D.L. Hanington 1882-83

Premier of New Brunswick

Conservative 1882