The Pine-tree coast . ick as far as the Grand Central. Two or three omnibuses were already inwaiting to take passengers to Green Mountain, the top of which is in full viewfrom the streets. For the longer drives to Schooner Head, Great Head, orSomesville, most tourists seemed to prefer the mountain buckboard wagon, amost democratic sort of vehicle, partly suggestive of riding on a rail, and partlyof being tossed in a blanket. You are reassured, however, on being told thatif one is overturned, the vehicle ordinarily escapes without injury. The most striking thing I saw about the throng in the st
The Pine-tree coast . ick as far as the Grand Central. Two or three omnibuses were already inwaiting to take passengers to Green Mountain, the top of which is in full viewfrom the streets. For the longer drives to Schooner Head, Great Head, orSomesville, most tourists seemed to prefer the mountain buckboard wagon, amost democratic sort of vehicle, partly suggestive of riding on a rail, and partlyof being tossed in a blanket. You are reassured, however, on being told thatif one is overturned, the vehicle ordinarily escapes without injury. The most striking thing I saw about the throng in the streets was thesingular medley of costumes. One gets the impression that most of the visitorshave travelled hundreds of miles in orderto play at tennis. The aquatic side of lifeis also well represented. I came frequentlyacross the gilded sailor, who is alwaysshivering his timbers at the hops, orsmashing his tarry top-lights in the tennis-courts. Upper-tendom rolls languidly byin elegant turnouts; sharp-set land agents r. vkJ^s ^) THE BUCKBOAKD WAGON. lurk in the open doorways; florists, caterers, milliners, photographers, all havespread out their most appetizing or enticing displays for the expected custom-ers. There goes a gun in the harbor! Another nickel-plated yacht has come toanchor. Another floating salon tenders its round of visits, receptions, and petits-soupers to break the monotony of life. The winding shore path leading to Cromwells Cove is still as charming apromenade as ever. You enjoy the open sea-view, the bracing sea-air, thesplash of the waves at your feet, the gliding sails, the tasteful cottages, withtheir spaces of bright turf, their variegated colors, their carefully tendedshrubbery and flowers. You see grave-looking men tossing pebbles into thewater with boyish satisfaction, peering into crevices, picking up shells, or atten-tively examining what they may never have thought worth noticing in thewhole course of their lives.
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