The Pine-tree coast . t or by day. —a strangesight, indeed, in a strange place! — risingabove the waves like the last monument ofsome buried city of antediluvian times. Here now is a spot where the terrors, the solitude, of ocean might well appallthe stoutest heart. There is no need to have recourse to rhetorical is it but a prison, a walled-up dungeon, a horrible solitude . A bare by every gale, holds the light-tower high above the waves. Drenched,indeed! There is an enormous bowlder lodged on that rock which the power ofthe sea, during some terrific storm, has sp
The Pine-tree coast . t or by day. —a strangesight, indeed, in a strange place! — risingabove the waves like the last monument ofsome buried city of antediluvian times. Here now is a spot where the terrors, the solitude, of ocean might well appallthe stoutest heart. There is no need to have recourse to rhetorical is it but a prison, a walled-up dungeon, a horrible solitude . A bare by every gale, holds the light-tower high above the waves. Drenched,indeed! There is an enormous bowlder lodged on that rock which the power ofthe sea, during some terrific storm, has split as cleanly as if it had been donewith a quarrymans hammer and wedge. Not only has it done this, but theponderous fragments have been forced fifty feet apart by the resistless powerof the waves. How did this happen . Did the toppling breaker throw its tonsof water upon the rock and crush it by sheer weight . By no means ; tic- rockwas first lifted up clear of its bed. and then brought down again with such force. PETIT MANAN LIGHT. 326 THE PINE-TREE COAST. as to crack it apart as easily as a schoolboy would crack a ripe cocoanut byflinging it down upon the pavement. There is another bowlder that looks as if it might defy the power of steamto stir it a hairs breadth. Its great size and enormous weight render it to allintents a part of the isle on which it rests. However it may have come there,to all appearances it is likely to remain till doomsday, one would say. So,indeed, it would seem. Yet stay a little. Upon stooping down, we discover toour surprise several pieces of driftwood that have become tightly wedged under-neath the huge mass, — dunnaged up, as the keeper described it to me. On one of those mild spring-like December days when Winter relaxes hisgrip only to take a firmer hold, I stepped again on the deserted wharf at BarHarbor. Could it be the same place I had seen all alive with people only afew short weeks before ? One lank mail-pouch was flung out after me.
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