The Pine-tree coast . hey supposed it,indeed, to be the whitemans trusted oracle andguide through which hederived all his superiorknowledge and power. But the march to Canada was long and tlie Good Bookheavy, —so heavy that, notwithstanding its presumed potency, the savage whocarried it threw it away at the first camping-place. Upon finding themselves closely pursued, these Indians inhumanly butch-ered all their prisoners except the boy, John Durell, and left them lying intheir blood. John was taken to Canada, where he lived so long with his caj)-tors that he became half Indian, and wholly wea
The Pine-tree coast . hey supposed it,indeed, to be the whitemans trusted oracle andguide through which hederived all his superiorknowledge and power. But the march to Canada was long and tlie Good Bookheavy, —so heavy that, notwithstanding its presumed potency, the savage whocarried it threw it away at the first camping-place. Upon finding themselves closely pursued, these Indians inhumanly butch-ered all their prisoners except the boy, John Durell, and left them lying intheir blood. John was taken to Canada, where he lived so long with his caj)-tors that he became half Indian, and wholly weaned from the habits of civil-ized life. After lying buried all winter long under the snow, the stolen Bible wasfound by accident in the spring. I have had the pleasure of examining thishistorical treasure, which is looked upon with still greater veneration by itspresent owners on account of its history. The sacred book bears indisputableevidence of the rough usage it received at that time, which was in October, THE OtD LOCK. AT KENNEBUNKPORT. 97 Many people begin their first letter from the shore in this manner: — We reached the place by nightAnd heard the waves breaking. It is indeed a novel experience to hear for the first time, and all night long,that measnred and prolonged sound, half soothing, half threatening, come in atyour open Avindow. You may close the window and draw the curtains, but youcannot shut it out. It insensibly creeps into the consciousness like somethingthat lias power over you, and you fall asleep listening to this eternal monodyof Old Ocean, witli strange thoughts of what it is going to reveal to you onthe morroAv. The morning shows the long coastline, lower than you had thought,sweeping grandly round from York Nubble to your feet. Twenty leagues ofthe Atlantic lie glistening in the sun, like a great carpet of azure silver, Avhichis being gently shaken by unseen hands. Charles Lamb somewhere speaks of his first view of the ocean as dis-appointi
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