We saw fourteen and toured two during our lighthouse cruise earlier this month, topped off with an exciting parade in the company of a dozen schooners.
Here are some of the ones we've seen from the American Eagle this season so far.
Little River Light, Cutler
On our Downeast trip in June we again enjoyed an open house at Little River Light in Cutler. No visit there should go without reading "It's Brasswork," a poem written by Little River lightkeeper Fred Morong. Schooner crews can identify with his sentiments in fourteen verses.
Oh what is the bane of a lightkeeper's life
That causes him worry, struggle and strife,
That makes him use cuss words and beat on his wife?
What makes him look ghastly consuptive and thin,
What robs him of health, vigor and vim,
And causes despair and rives him to sin?
The devil himself could never invent,
A material causing more world wide lament,
And in Uncle Sam's service about ninety percent
The oil containers I polish until
My poor back is broken, aching and still,
Each gallon, each quart, each pint and gill
I lay down to slumber all weary and sore,
I walk in my sleep, I awake with a snore,
And I'm shining the knob on my bedchamber door
From pillar to post rags and polish I tote,
I'm never without them, for you will please note,
That even the buttons I wear on my coat,
The machinery, clockwork, and fog signal bell,
The coals hods, the dustpans, the pump in the well,
No I'll leave it to you mates...If this isn't...well,
I dig, scrub and polish, and work with a might,
And Just when I get it all shining and bright,
In come the fog like a thief in the night,
I start the next day when noontime draws near,
A boatload of summer visitors appear,
For no other reason than to smooch and besmear,
So it goes all summer, and along in the fall,
Comes the district machinists to overhaul,
And rub dirty paws all over,
And again the spring, if per chance it may be,
An efficiency star is awarded to me,
I open the package and what do I see?
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud,
In the short span of life that he is allowed,
If all the lining in every dark cloud,
And when I have polished until I am cold,
And I have taken my oath to the Heavenly fold,
Will my harp and my crown b e made of pure gold?
Egg Rock, Frenchman Bay
|Moose Peak on Mistake Island near Jonesport|
How we got there
Petit Manan Light
Its original first order Fresnel lens is on display at the Lighthouse Museum here in Rockland.
Bald eagle sightings have been a daily event this summer. Not to be outdone, ospreys have been seen twice carrying squirrels. And I thought they only caught fish.