With her scrollwork complete but the cabins and wheelhouse only in frame and her machinery yet to be installed, the steamer MONHEGAN splashes down the ways
Capt. John I. Snow’s lovely little steam tug SOMMERS N. SMITH at idle between her berth at the Snow Shipyard wharf (where the photographer stands)
Where Wayfarer Marine’s Travelift now operates, the Camden Yacht Building & Railway Co. used to have two railways, one of them with enough capacity
The three-masted schooner Nathan F. Cobb was both built and owned in Rockland. Launched in 1890, this 167-footer was only six years old
Bound for Boston from Jamaica with a load of wood aboard, the 3-masted schooner Albert L. Butler fell victim to the same November gale that took down the steamer Portland
I.L. Snow Shipyard (now Rockland Marine) in 1913 with the steamers Norumbega and Corinna being repaired and the 150’ 3-masted coasting schooner Tarratine under construction.
Returning from an easy day sail, or posing aboard for the camera before they set sail? Who knows? But both the ladies and the boat look handsome. Things may change when the afternoon wind comes up. Catalog Number LB2013.21.271
The 320’ coal schooner George W. Wells, launched from Camden’s Holly M. Bean yard (now Wayfarer Marine) on August 4, 1900, has been fitted out and lies to her anchors, ready for sea.
Marine salvage expert Capt. John I. Snow of Rockland had charge of moving the Thomas McCobb House, a 40’ x 45’ Federal-style house 85 miles by water from Phippsburg, Maine
This was the first of two barges built in Camden for WWII, named Pine Tree #1, shown here on the ways at Camden Shipbuilding company just prior to launch on February 8, 1943.
Schooners used to winter in Rockport in the 1890s, and one of them appears from her coating of ice to have sunk
A hillside location allows gravity to help in moving blocks of ice downward
A narrow-gauge railroad ran between quarry and kiln for transporting limerock to the waterfront where it was heated over a wood fir
The four-masted schooner Winfred S. Schuster, her sails bent on and covered, is about to be towed through the ice of Rockport’s harbor