"The great gray ice mass moved quietly, and behind it was the sudden softness of open water, tickled by the wind." By John N. Cole The...

"We did not come to Maine to escape anything, but to find something." By Roy Barrette A hundred and twenty-five years ago a man whose...

By Helen Hamlin (1945) We were actually snowbound. Cyril Jandreau and the Bridges had moved out of the country before January and we were...

By William Carpenter He can’t remember. The hospital room is no clue. White walls, blood pressure instrument, all the other off-white...

By Dean Bennett Every year the mill shut down for a reason that most have forgotten, or never knew. Of the few that have heard of it,...

By Earl Brechlin Like much of Puritan New England, Maine has always held a fascination with the devil. There was no better way to ward...