National Geographic : 1952 Sep
369 A Duck out of Water, Nomad Rests Against a Pier, Her Anchor Never More Useless A leaky stuffing box forced the ketch to seek repair at Falmouth Foreside, Maine. A servicing crew secured her to the pier, let tide run out, and repacked the propeller's drive shaft. The author, who was prepared to pay a high price, was agreeably surprised when he got a bill for $6 (labor) and 26 cents (materials). Here the crew waits for high tide, which may raise the water level 12 feet (page 333). warlike past except such crumbling ruins as old Fort George and numerous signs marking historic scenes. One, on Moore's Hill, pro claims that here the famous English general, Sir John Moore, then aged 18 and a lieutenant and paymaster of a British regiment, fought his first battle in 1779. We moored at the town pier, just astern of the Maine Maritime Academy's training ship American Sailor (page 330). The academy, up a steep grade from the water front, annually graduates from 45 to 80 young men as merchant marine officers, with accompanying bachelor of marine science degrees, licenses as third mate or third assistant engineer, and commissions as ensigns in the Naval Reserve. Comdr. Donald B. MacMillan, USNR, the noted Arctic explorer, and Mrs. "Mac" came aboard for a gam, as early whalers called a shipboard visit. Then they took us over to see their new summer home, perched on Dice Head, where they have more than 14 fathoms of water in the front yard. Cap'n Mac insisted sunsets across Penobscot Bay from his front porch are the most beautiful anywhere. We know what he meant. The sun overtook us as we sailed down the bay, back to the green hills of Camden and the melancholy task of writing the final entry in the log of our Down East cruise.