. Pigeon Cove and vicinity . ;It was the sound of the trampling surf. On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck,And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. RIDE TO XOEMANS WOE. 91 She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool,But the cruel rocks, they gored her side, Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board ;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank: — Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared ! At day-break, on the bleak sea-bea
. Pigeon Cove and vicinity . ;It was the sound of the trampling surf. On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck,And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. RIDE TO XOEMANS WOE. 91 She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool,But the cruel rocks, they gored her side, Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board ;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank: — Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared ! At day-break, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast,To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast. The salt tears in her eyes ;And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, Li the midnight and the snow !Christ save us all from a death like this. On the reef of Normans AYoe ! 92 PIGEON COVE AND VICINITY. RIDE TO THE WILLOWS. The ride to Annisquam, five miles of the aheadydescribed tour round the Cape, reversed, on anyfair day, is delightful. Beside the j)leasure on theroad from Pigeon Cove to the resting-place for thehorses at Squam Point, there may be the additionalpleasure of crossing Squam Iliver in a dory, andthen of a stroll on Coffins Beach and amongthe clumps of barberry bushes and savins on theascending adjoining grounds. On the beach, theroving may extend more than a mile to TwoPenny Loaf, a white hillock of rock and sand nearthe mouth of Cliebacco River. Across the Che-bacco glisten the sands and shells of IpswichBeach. In this river, not far from the Loaf, isthe island where Rufus Choate was born. At thehead of the marsh, through which the river flowsAvith many turns, the village of Essex rises toview, with a front of half-built fishing-schooners on RIDE TO ANNISQUA^I. 93 the stocks, and others launched and afloat, beingequipped with masts, spars, riggin
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