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THE FUTURE OF KING'S COVE
The old-time King's Cove is gone; what will be its future Its geographical position which caused its pre-eminence as a business centre in the early days may react towards starting it on r prosperous future. King's Cove is the centre for four main roads radiating north, south, east and west. One road leads to Bona. vista and Catalina; one to Trinity; one to Plate Cove, Open Hall and Summenville, and one to Broad Cove, Keels and Tickle Cove A pleasant drive along tree-bordered roads to Catalina, Trinity or Summerville will enable the visitor to connect with the east or west going express three times a week. The coastal steamer calls there every week.
The old glories of King's Cove are gone. "Seventy years ago," wrote an old correspondent, "there were so many schooners and fishing smacks in the harbor that one could walk across their decks almost from one side of the harbor to the other. One could see no more beautiful sight than watch a fleet of twenty fishing boats beating into their stages. All this is gone and nothing ;e. mains of the stages but the whitened posts amongst the landwash boulders."
In the re-organization of industry which everyone hoped will take place after the War is over, it may be confidently expected that King's Cove will take a foremost place. There are two natural resources (outside the fisheries) within reach of King's Cove, -the soil and the forest. Kingscovians may learn a lesson from Finland. Finland is a country nearly a thousand miles north of Newfoundland with the same natural resources as Newfoundland, has a severer climate and yet three-fifths of its people make their living from agriculture. The "tuff-board" sold in St. John's before the war came from Finland. Why cannot King's Cove be the location of wood'-working and beaverboard factories, tanning shoemaking and other factories,? These can all come by proper organization.
King's Cove lost a decided economic advantage, when the branch railway connecting Clarenville with Bonavista, failed to touch the settlement. A petition was signed by the residents asking the Government to have the railway line run through King's Cove; but owing to some apathy on the part of those who had charge of the affair, the petition was not pressed. As King's Cove is the only port of call in that locality for mail steamers, it would be a decided advantage for northern passengers to shorten the sea journey if they could take the rail route to St. John's.
Those who have visited King's Cove retain pleasant memories of their stay there and long to return. Miss Bertille Tobin-the local poetess-has immortalised all the phases of King's Cove scenery. Here is a stanza from one of her poems '`Home Again" "Four years have passed and in their lapsing
Changes many came to me;
Although not a native of King's Cove, Miss Bertille Tobin has made her home there for the past 20 years. She came to King's Cove as a young teacher and after a few years teaching, gave up the work and went to live with her uncle-Rev. John Scully- then Parish Priest of the King's Cove Parish. Miss Tobin is a voluminous writer, her poems appearing in nearly all the Newfoundland Press. Below are a few of her best known poems.
Four years have elapsed, and in their lapsing
Just this morn watched I the harbor,
So as I gazed from my window
SUNSET IN KING'S COVE
The wooded hill brought verdure
Old houses standing sad and lone,
Once someone builded day by day,
And when the rooms were all complete,
The wholesome odor of new wood
Old homes, you've held so many hopes,
There are memories in your every board,
There are mem'ries rare in every pane
Mem'ries cling thickly round your doors
Apace at thought of flying feet
Have at the foot so often called-
Old homes, within you, all around,
And sadly now you are bereft
SPRING IN NEWFOUNDLAND
For months we walked across the Pond,
To change the landscape once again,
Upon the waters of the Pond,
The rain was pouring yesterday-
But still, we love thee, Newfoundland,
I never weary of watching
And when no moon's a-shining,
Just from the shore there's a rock that
Fair is the Pond in the sunset
Useful the Pond is in Winter,
Page transcribed by: Bill Crant June, 2000
Page revised: Sept 2002 (Terry Piercey)
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