"The poem by Holman F. Day is given here as a curiosity but not because it is true." “Traditions and Records of Southwest Harbor and Somesville, Mount Desert Island, Maine” by Mrs. Seth S. Thornton, 1938, p. 230-233.
Description: "The poem by Holman F. Day is given here as a curiosity but not because it is true." “Traditions and Records of Southwest Harbor and Somesville, Mount Desert Island, Maine” by Mrs. Seth S. Thornton, 1938, p. 230-233.
"Maine Speaks: An Anthology of Maine Literature," The Maine Literature Project, Edited by Jeff Fischer Director, Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance in conjunction with the Maine Council for English Language Arts, First Edition, 1989, p. 359.
Description: "Maine Speaks: An Anthology of Maine Literature," The Maine Literature Project, Edited by Jeff Fischer Director, Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance in conjunction with the Maine Council for English Language Arts, First Edition, 1989, p. 359.
Before she became a well-known writer, Maine author Ruth Moore was a special investigator for the NAACP, worked for the publicity department of the Y.M.C.A., was an editor for the Readers Digest and managed a walnut ranch and vineyard in Martinez, California.
Description: Before she became a well-known writer, Maine author Ruth Moore was a special investigator for the NAACP, worked for the publicity department of the Y.M.C.A., was an editor for the Readers Digest and managed a walnut ranch and vineyard in Martinez, California.
Bar Harbor - When the archaeologists of summer probe the fragile layers of Great Gott Island history, they say the faint bark of an Indian dog is freed. It was Maine writer Ruth Moore who first imagined the dog's bark, as she sifted through the sand and sod on her native Great Gott Island, pausing later to reflect on the island's history in her poem, "The Indian Shell Heap":
Description: Bar Harbor - When the archaeologists of summer probe the fragile layers of Great Gott Island history, they say the faint bark of an Indian dog is freed. It was Maine writer Ruth Moore who first imagined the dog's bark, as she sifted through the sand and sod on her native Great Gott Island, pausing later to reflect on the island's history in her poem, "The Indian Shell Heap":