The Pine-tree coast . sland. Although there are many disadvantagesconnected with an island life, we have neither tramps nor intoxicating liquors;we have never seen an intoxicated person on the island. When we retire atnight, we rarely fasten our doors, except in case of storms or gales of is not a dog on the island, as the people do not believe in keeping a nui-sance. The houses are all neat and cosy, and well painted, and there never hasbeen one burned since the island has been inhabited. We have no rats, mos-quitoes, or mud. Our men are fishermen, with few exceptions. After turnin
The Pine-tree coast . sland. Although there are many disadvantagesconnected with an island life, we have neither tramps nor intoxicating liquors;we have never seen an intoxicated person on the island. When we retire atnight, we rarely fasten our doors, except in case of storms or gales of is not a dog on the island, as the people do not believe in keeping a nui-sance. The houses are all neat and cosy, and well painted, and there never hasbeen one burned since the island has been inhabited. We have no rats, mos-quitoes, or mud. Our men are fishermen, with few exceptions. After turning the high, rusty-red crag, called Bass Harbor Head, where asquat little lighthouse, in white cassock and black cap, sits demurely lookingoff to sea. we see before us still another and larger cluster of islands, coveringthe approaches to a deep indent of the sea, over which the mountains benddown as if to shut it out from all intrusion. These are the Cranberry Islands,1so called, and that shut-in water is Somes BELL-BUOY. MOUNT DESERT ISLAND. 297 Threading our way through the difficult channel here, we soon leave LongLedge and its Lonely bell-buoy, rocking and tolling on the passing swell, to calong a natural sea-wall formed of broken rock, which here skirts the shoreand breaks off the sea. This has always been accounted one of the curiositiesof the island. But we have now entered a broad road, the vestibule of SomesSound, at a point where the great hills before vis are clefl at the v^ery centre ofthe line, as if some enormous wedge had been driven straight up into the heartof the island. Strange thoughts come over us as we look up through the sun-dered mountains! Nothing but an earthquake, followed by the rush of anocean, could have pierced that embattled front of granite. Two harbors are hid away at opposite corners of this sound. SouthwestHarbor opens at our left; Northeast Harbor, at our right. We steer lor thefirst, to find something like the whole population await
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