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The following information was obtained from Cathy Morrison at the Scarborough Public Library. There is absolutely no other information than that I have below. That's correct..

I have contacted the Scarborough Historical Society and am awaiting their response.

Higgins Beach Chronicle

Old Higgins, What shall be said of you? How shall your story be told? With Its plot hidden in the kelp weed and the climax not yet reached. Or have you had many a climax as all true histories mist have. Each one making an epoch, and the epochs reaching far back as the ocean waves do, till we can only see there is a dim, far away distance.

Did story after story fill the long stretches of the years, each with its plot? Its climax each changing the life upon this bit of shore beside the changeless sea?                    

The sea in lyric symphony repeats the unwritten story of the far off days. The wind whispers it unceasingly among the branches of the forest trees, but no man shall make it chronicle.

Did Viking land upon your shore? Have Norsemen ground the keels of mighty boats into your sands? Then did maidens with dark skin, with eyes and hair like night, gather the fragrant grasses and with deft fingers weave them into baskets as they sat upon the riverbanks? While down the river Spurwink in gay canoes came young warriors. Did red skinned tribes live on your shore, wild as the waves that dash upon your rocks?

Or are you an enchanted shore? Your name is found upon no map-no railroad guide or scheduled list of trains tell any way of reaching you. NO daily paper gives the story of your life-only your singing beach chants of its happiness and beauty. Wile the storms among your rocks tell of your struggle, and the wind singing among the