Plate 13 from: Allen, Warren P. Mount Desert Souvenir : Fifteenth annual excursion of the Massachusetts Press Association, July 5-9, 1884 (Charles W. Eddy, Ware, Massachusetts, 1884).
Description: Plate 13 from: Allen, Warren P. Mount Desert Souvenir : Fifteenth annual excursion of the Massachusetts Press Association, July 5-9, 1884 (Charles W. Eddy, Ware, Massachusetts, 1884).
"Even more dramatic is Fenn’s view of the Maine coast, ‘The Spouting Horn’ in a Storm,” with the mast of a wrecked ship, an example of the sublime associated with danger and man’s weakness in face of nature’s power. The metaphor of battle to describe the confrontation of sea and rocky coast had become a literary convention used by several Picturesque America writers." – Part of the author’s discussion of 19th century artists who added drama to what they saw when illustrating it, before the advent of photography. - "Creating picturesque America: Monument to the Natural and Cultural Landscape" by Sue Rainey, Vanderbilt University Press, 1994, p. 215. Drawn by Harry Fenn Wood Engraving by William James Linton
Description: "Even more dramatic is Fenn’s view of the Maine coast, ‘The Spouting Horn’ in a Storm,” with the mast of a wrecked ship, an example of the sublime associated with danger and man’s weakness in face of nature’s power. The metaphor of battle to describe the confrontation of sea and rocky coast had become a literary convention used by several Picturesque America writers." – Part of the author’s discussion of 19th century artists who added drama to what they saw when illustrating it, before the advent of photography. - "Creating picturesque America: Monument to the Natural and Cultural Landscape" by Sue Rainey, Vanderbilt University Press, 1994, p. 215. Drawn by Harry Fenn Wood Engraving by William James Linton [show more]
Illustration by William Henry Hyde and Harry Fenn, Engraved by Dakin, for Mrs. Burton Harrison's Novel, "Bar Harbor Days". "From Trenton Point we took by boat a tent and simple camp “outfit” to where Bar Harbor now stands; tied the boat in the bushes about where steamboat wharf is; and went some days exploring the island of Mount Desert, then very little known. We camped for the most of the time on Green Mountain, where boy-fashion, we amused ourselves by starting boulders down the steep to hear them crash into the woods below. Thence we went to Eagle Lake, built a raft and with our shelter tent managed to sail the length of it; but near the end of the voyage there came a stout wind, and the waves broke the raft to pieces, so that we lost our effects and had to swim ashore, and make our way ignominiously to our boat and back to our boarding-place. This trifling bit of a camp journey in Mount Desert [in 1860] was a great event in my life, for it brought my feet for the first time upon a mountain top. It is true that the height was trifling, - but a matter of fifteen hundred feet or so, - and I had seen greater elevations in the distance; but the way to experience a mountain is to climb it with a pack on your back; you then sense its mass in a way that sight does not enable you to do. I have never had this sense of mass so borne in upon me as in this climbing of Green Mountain…" - “The Autobiography of Nathaniel Southgate Shaler [Nathaniel Southgate Shaler (1841-1906)] with a Supplementary Memoir by his Wife [Sophia Penn (Page) Shaler],” Houghton Mifflin Company, 1909, p. 134.
Southwest Harbor Public Library Collection of Photographs
Description: Illustration by William Henry Hyde and Harry Fenn, Engraved by Dakin, for Mrs. Burton Harrison's Novel, "Bar Harbor Days". "From Trenton Point we took by boat a tent and simple camp “outfit” to where Bar Harbor now stands; tied the boat in the bushes about where steamboat wharf is; and went some days exploring the island of Mount Desert, then very little known. We camped for the most of the time on Green Mountain, where boy-fashion, we amused ourselves by starting boulders down the steep to hear them crash into the woods below. Thence we went to Eagle Lake, built a raft and with our shelter tent managed to sail the length of it; but near the end of the voyage there came a stout wind, and the waves broke the raft to pieces, so that we lost our effects and had to swim ashore, and make our way ignominiously to our boat and back to our boarding-place. This trifling bit of a camp journey in Mount Desert [in 1860] was a great event in my life, for it brought my feet for the first time upon a mountain top. It is true that the height was trifling, - but a matter of fifteen hundred feet or so, - and I had seen greater elevations in the distance; but the way to experience a mountain is to climb it with a pack on your back; you then sense its mass in a way that sight does not enable you to do. I have never had this sense of mass so borne in upon me as in this climbing of Green Mountain…" - “The Autobiography of Nathaniel Southgate Shaler [Nathaniel Southgate Shaler (1841-1906)] with a Supplementary Memoir by his Wife [Sophia Penn (Page) Shaler],” Houghton Mifflin Company, 1909, p. 134. [show more]