Pigeon Loft built by Moller— The iron braces and huge posts 

 are massive for such a tiny structure. 



that seemed to tempt liis fancy, thai 

 of building something. He was sick 

 -r-bodily ill to say the least, and this 

 in no unkindly vein — and in gi-atlfy- 

 ing this one whim of his, handing 

 him, as she expressed It, a hammer, 

 a saw and some nails, and this 20- 

 odd years spent in the open next to 

 nature kept the breath of life alive 

 within him. 

 None knew him but to love him. 



Queer, some folk said, but there are 

 none who can say he ever raised his 

 voice, was anything but a most mlld- 

 spoken man of charming personality 

 and most pleasing manner. He never 

 spoke an unkind word to his mother 

 and she in turn was most devoted to 

 him. 



Gave Life for Her Son 



"I am giving my life to my son," 

 she often remarked. 



His life, a tragedy, ended in trag- 

 edy. He went with his mother some 

 three years ago to another Summer 

 place of theirs in Vermont and there 



in landscape gardening about their 

 place, a tree which he was felling 

 dropped across his body and killed 

 him. 



When the Mollers first came to 

 Shelburn they boarded with Miss 

 Gates. Knowing of the desire of the 

 young man to build something, she 

 volunteered the use of any part of 

 her 200-acre farm \for the purpose 

 without any rental. There, for near- 

 ly a quarter century, Moller ham- 

 mered and sawed to his heart's con- 

 tent—the prying throng kept out by 

 padlocked gates in the fence he built 

 about his miniature village. 



When the Mollers left for a short 

 trip to Vermont, leaving their per- 

 sonal belongings as if they expected 

 to return shortly, that was the last 

 seen of them. Shortly Mrs Moller 

 wrote to the ''kind Miss Gates" of, 

 the tragedy — just that and nothing 

 more. 



Village Beached l»y Patfi 



The little village is just off the 

 main-traveled highway that runs 

 from Gilead, Me, to Shelburn, N H. 

 It Is a sun-kissed spot, much fre- 

 quented by Summer folk, who have 

 estates on the gentle rolling land 

 that fringes the Androscoggin River. 



The approach to the village is a lit- 

 tle woods path made formidable by 

 signs that read : 



WAKJflJfG 



All persons committing theft, 



depredations or trespass In any 



form will be prosecuted to the 



full extent of the law. 



The path follows along a tiny 

 trout brook until, a few hundred feet 

 I from the highway, the traveler 

 ! comes to a tiny path fringed on 

 t either side with small flr and spruce 

 trees that lead up a sharp rise to the 

 stockade gate. The entire little vil- 

 'lage is clo_Bed la wltli a, flve-fppt 



