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The Pine-tree coast . hed apoint where the Avorld has come to a standstill. — wnere people merely plodalong, and grow old. Kot above a mile from this place a remarkably bold headland lifts head and OGUNQUIT, BAL]) HEAD, AND THAT SlDKi:. 69 shoulders over everything around it. This is Bahl Head Cliif. Upon thebleak and windy brow there is a hotel,— au object in the landscape of this coastwhich one is seldom, if ever, out of sight of. As it nears the cliff, the roadclosely hugs the shores of two romantic little Coves, hollowed out of the rocks,where the waves, breaking finely at our feet, first
The Pine-tree coast . hed apoint where the Avorld has come to a standstill. — wnere people merely plodalong, and grow old. Kot above a mile from this place a remarkably bold headland lifts head and OGUNQUIT, BAL]) HEAD, AND THAT SlDKi:. 69 shoulders over everything around it. This is Bahl Head Cliif. Upon thebleak and windy brow there is a hotel,— au object in the landscape of this coastwhich one is seldom, if ever, out of sight of. As it nears the cliff, the roadclosely hugs the shores of two romantic little Coves, hollowed out of the rocks,where the waves, breaking finely at our feet, first push the loos(^ pebbles beforethem up the strand, rattling loudly at being thus disturbed, then drag themclattering back again with the force of the undertow. This, then, is the naturallaboratory where the process of smoothing and polishing is carried on, andthose 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,. BALD HEAD 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 abor the reddish-brown rocks, colored by the action of tlus salt air, bulgeout through the thin turf piteously. In vain the grass ti-ies to cover theirnakedness. Nothing less hardy than the dwarf juniper, the whortleberry, thebayberry, or kindred shrubs, which seem to love the neighborhood of 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 huge over-hanging mass. We hear the stvlsh and boom of water all along its base. Allthe near promontories
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