The Pine-tree coast . reached apoint where the world has come to a standstill, — where people merely plodalong, and grow old. Not above a mile from this place a remarkably bold headland lifts head and 0GUNQ1 11. ISAM) Hi:.\D. AM) THAT SHORE. Bhoulders over everything around it. This is Bald Eead (lift. Upon the bleak and windy brow there is a hotel.— an objecl in he landscape of this a which one is seldom, if ever, out of sight of. As n nears the cliff, the road closely hug8 the shores of two romantic little coves, hollowed out of the po where the wave>. breaking finely at our Eeet, fust pu
The Pine-tree coast . reached apoint where the world has come to a standstill, — where people merely plodalong, and grow old. Not above a mile from this place a remarkably bold headland lifts head and 0GUNQ1 11. ISAM) Hi:.\D. AM) THAT SHORE. Bhoulders over everything around it. This is Bald Eead (lift. Upon the bleak and windy brow there is a hotel.— an objecl in he landscape of this a which one is seldom, if ever, out of sight of. As n nears the cliff, the road closely hug8 the shores of two romantic little coves, hollowed out of the po where the wave>. breaking finely at our Eeet, fust push the loose pel,ides beforethem up the strand, rattling loudly at being thus disturbed, then drag themclattering hack again with the force of the undertow. This, then, is the naturallaboratory where tin- process of smoothing and polishing is carried on, and those lying at our feet are the completed work. The rim of the cove where weare walking is formed of these same pebbles, the prettiest of all natural mosaics,. HALI> IIKAD CLIFF. upon which the waves expend so much useless labor. Old Ocean seems in asportive mood here, and we readily fall in with its playful mood. .Mossy ledges now thrust their bare backs above ground all abou* the reddish-brown rocks, colored by the action of the salt air. bulgeout through the thin turf piteously. In vain the grass tries to cover theirnakedness. Nothing less hardy than the dwarf juniper, the whortleberry, thebayberry, or kindred shrubs, which seem to love the neighborhood ^i theserocks, and cling or hang about their crevices, can extract a living from the leansoil. Even these horny junipers seem to have thrown themselves flat on theground to avoid being torn from their hold by the fierce winter gales whichmake everything here grow so stunted and deformed. The iron coast now stands up stern and defiant before us. in one hug. over-hanging mass. We hear the swish and boom of water all along its basi \the near promontories
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