The Pine-tree coast . he certainty of being alone ? In anywidely known spot you are in a constant dread of an incursion of tourists ;the hallooing of guides, the loud-voiced admiration, the bustle, whether of fast-ening horses, or of unpacking provisions, or of airing opinions, all disturbthe budding sensation; civilization recovers its hold upon you. But here,what security and what silence ! nothing that recalls man; the landscape is justwhat it has been these six thousand years. The path zig-zags in and out in order to turn the tremendous breaches madeat intervals in the side of the cliffs.
The Pine-tree coast . he certainty of being alone ? In anywidely known spot you are in a constant dread of an incursion of tourists ;the hallooing of guides, the loud-voiced admiration, the bustle, whether of fast-ening horses, or of unpacking provisions, or of airing opinions, all disturbthe budding sensation; civilization recovers its hold upon you. But here,what security and what silence ! nothing that recalls man; the landscape is justwhat it has been these six thousand years. The path zig-zags in and out in order to turn the tremendous breaches madeat intervals in the side of the cliffs. The shore is therefore notched like theteeth of a saw. Now a headland starts out before you ; now you are coasting theedge of a deep and wild gorge, with your back turned to the ocean ; or if just alittle venturesome, you may be edging your way cautiously out, in order to lookover the brink into the pit below, though not until after taking firm grasp ofsome friendly sapling. But one such look will usually sufl&
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