Thomas Cole

The answer is rusticators.

The tourist era, yeah, we gotta laugh here, began taking shape after artists such as Thomas Cole and Frederick Church publicized Mount Desert Island scenery.

These visitors were called rusticators because they left behind urban life to rusticate, vacationing amid rural surroundings, simple food, and modest accommodations.

You didn't give us a chance to guess.

The Lives of Poor Boys Who Became Famous by Sarah Knowles Bolton.

Thomas Cole.

Four of my favorite pictures from childhood have been Cole's Voyage of Life.

I have studied the tiny infant in the boat surrounded by roses, life stream full of luxuriant vegetation, the happy, ambitious youth looking eagerly forward to the temple of fame, steering the boat himself with no need of aid from his guardian angel.

His mother threw over his shoulders the tablecloth with her blessing and her tears, and with six dollars in his purse, he said goodbye to the family and started for Philadelphia.

Then followed, as he used to say in after years, the winter of his discontent.

In a poor quarter of the city in an upper room, without a bed or fire or furniture, struggled poor Thomas Cole.

Timid, friendless, his only food a baker's roll and a pitcher of water, his only bedding at night the tablecloth, he worked day by day, now copying in the academy, and now ornamenting bellows, brushes, or Japan ware with figures of birds or with flowers.

Having this one right here, just finished it.

Tom Vanderbilt did Thomas Cole in Black Dome and is halfway through his 3,500 list.

Get going, Tom.

Good job.

Thanks for having me

tonight.

I'm super excited after meeting you on the Blackhead Range coming down Thomas Cole, well, Claudles Hill.

So that was pretty cool.

The Lives of Poor Boys Who Became Famous by Sarah Knowles Bolton.

Thomas Cole.

Four of my favorite pictures from childhood had been Cole's Voyage of Life.

I have studied the tiny infant in the boat surrounded by roses, life stream full of luxuriant vegetation.

His mother threw over his shoulders the tablecloth with her blessing and her tears, and with six dollars in his purse, he said goodbye to the family and started for Philadelphia.

Then followed, as he used to say in after years, the winter of his discontent.

In a poor quarter of the city in an upper room, without a bed or fire or furniture, struggled poor Thomas Cole.

Timid, friendless, his only food a baker's roll and a pitcher of water, his only bedding at night the tablecloth.

To name a few, my whole Barnum Road that I maintain, I go up, most of all the viewpoints are gone.

Thomas Cole, the bottom of Thomas Cole that inspires people to go up from Barnum Road to get away from frickin' Big Hollow, that's gone.

Balsam is almost gone.

The summit of Panther is gone.

The Lives of Poor Boys Who Became Famous by Sarah Knowles Bolton.

Thomas Cole.

Four of my favorite pictures from childhood have been Cole's Voyage of Life.

I have studied the tiny infant in the boat surrounded by roses.

He packed his little trunk, his mother threw over his shoulders the tablecloth, with her blessing and her tears, and with six dollars in his purse, he said goodbye to the family and started for Philadelphia.

Then followed, as he used to say in after years, the winter of his discontent.

In a poor quarter of the city in an upper room, without a bed, or fire, or furniture, struggled poor Thomas Cole.

Timid, friendless, his only food a baker's roll and a pitcher of water, his only bedding at night the tablecloth, he worked day by day, now copying in the academy, and now ornamenting bellows, brushes, or Japan ware, with figures of birds or with flowers.

Curious visitors wondering why it still stands deep within the White Mountain National Forest need not look any further than the tragic tale of Ruth Colbath.

One fateful night in 1891, Ruth's husband Thomas set out from their farm to run some errands.

However, he never returned that evening or even the next day.

Weeks turned into months and months turned into years with no sign of Thomas.

For 39 long years, A devoted and anxious Ruth waited for her husband's return, placing a lit oil lamp in the window as a guide.

Sadly, she passed away at the age of 80 in 1930, still waiting faithfully for her beloved spouse.

Now, it wasn't until three years after her death that Thomas finally showed up with no explanation for his extended absence.

Some speculate that he wandered off and got lost, while others believe he headed west to seek his fortune during the gold rush, although he was a little bit too late for that.

Mm-hmm

...from Thomas Cole.

He does.

So it's very much, I think, looking into that nineteenth century painting tradition that you're referencing.

The name of the mountain, Shokurua, shows up on a 1791 map, so we know by that year, locals were already referring to this place by that name.

The tales turn up in different books, including the 1828 journal of painter Thomas Cole, who heard about the execution of the Indian chief at the summit.

But there was one author who really propelled the story into the mainstream, and that was in 1829.

Right.