A Little Maid of Old Maine

Anna and Rebecca Weston carrying a big basket between them ran along the path that led from their home to the Machias River It was a pleasant May morning in 1775 and the air was filled with the fragrance of the freshly cut pine logs that had been poled down the river in big rafts to be cut into planks and boards at the big sawmills The river unusually full with the spring rains dashed against its banks as if inviting the little girls to play a game with it Usually Anna and Rebecca were quite ready to linger at the small coves which crept in so near to the footpath and sail boats made of pieces of birchbark with alder twigs for masts and broad oak leaves for sails They named these boats Polly and Unity after the two fine sloops which carried lumber from Machias to Boston and returned with cargoes of provisions for the little settlement