The Pine-tree coast . favorite dog had followed close at hisheels; but for fear that the animals barking might betray them, his master wasforced to kill him. All thai? night they lay in the woods. Late the next day,the fugitives, footsore and half-starved, reached Storers garrison at Wells. Itis probable that the Indians wished to take Harding alive, or he could hardlyhave escaped so easily. They showed great admiration for his prowess in thisaffair, often saying of him, Much man 8te])lien : all same one Indian. _^ Yonder are the -^= ^ piers, black and mas- sive. Many personswho have enjoyeda
The Pine-tree coast . favorite dog had followed close at hisheels; but for fear that the animals barking might betray them, his master wasforced to kill him. All thai? night they lay in the woods. Late the next day,the fugitives, footsore and half-starved, reached Storers garrison at Wells. Itis probable that the Indians wished to take Harding alive, or he could hardlyhave escaped so easily. They showed great admiration for his prowess in thisaffair, often saying of him, Much man 8te])lien : all same one Indian. _^ Yonder are the -^= ^ piers, black and mas- sive. Many personswho have enjoyeda quiet stroll up anddown this breezypromenade, Avheiithe sea is as calmas a sleeping babe,doubtless have won-dered what suchthick walls of in-destructible granitewere intended tokeep out. The river runs by quietly enough, they think. So it does. Thelanguid sea hardly breaks outside. That is true. But then, those persons havenever witnessed a storm at sea, or they would scarcely say they would give any-thing to see NORTH PIER AND BEACH. U4 THE PINE-TREE COAST. Not long ago my gossip Dixey, — rest his soul! — who knew every kernel ofsand on the coast, was telling me about the great gale of 1851 — the same onewhich swept away Miuots lighthouse as if it had been a confectioners pagodaon a show-cake, instead of a tower of iron, with iron columns deeply imbeddedin solid rock. Man! said old Dixey to me, throwing off his habitual apathyat the bare recollection of that fearful night, • man alive! you couldnt seeneither pier for three mortal hours, — yes, and more too. Breaker arter breaker
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