The Pine-tree coast . each of all this foam and fury; forstanch as sheis, even our gal-lant steamerreels like adrunken man asshe fights herway through itfoot by foot! Getting clearof this tumult,we are oncemore free toscan the shoresthat bound thesenarrow seaswith walls ofrugged strength,fertile slopes, ormystic head-lands. Cleaving thecrystal w a t e r,down in whosedepths the grace-ful medusa? flitby, like lilies onthe bosom of some clear inland lake, we see, at our left, a green hill-side, thinly sprinkledwith houses, that slopes to the bay. Conspicuous among them is a is Pleasan
The Pine-tree coast . each of all this foam and fury; forstanch as sheis, even our gal-lant steamerreels like adrunken man asshe fights herway through itfoot by foot! Getting clearof this tumult,we are oncemore free toscan the shoresthat bound thesenarrow seaswith walls ofrugged strength,fertile slopes, ormystic head-lands. Cleaving thecrystal w a t e r,down in whosedepths the grace-ful medusa? flitby, like lilies onthe bosom of some clear inland lake, we see, at our left, a green hill-side, thinly sprinkledwith houses, that slopes to the bay. Conspicuous among them is a is Pleasant Point, the home of what are left of the Passamaquoddy tribe,^impotent remnant of those valiant and dreaded warriors who once filled NewEngland with mourning. One solitary figure, erect and motionless in his canoe,stands gazing at us with uplifted paddle as we sweep past him. Is he wonder-ing why God first gave his fathers the land for a dwelling, and then took itfrom them to bestow upon this strange, hurrying race ?. ALONG THE WHARVES, SAINT ANDREWS, NEW BRUNSWICK. 362 THE PINE-TREE COAST. Close upon our right rise up the masses of gray crag, moss-grown and forest-crowned, that make the shores of Deer Island. How cool and inviting theylook ! From top to bottom their sides are crossed by deep cracks from whichstunted firs lean out over the water; while mosses and trailing vines springfrom the seams with a highly decorative effect. Down at low-water mark, wherethe cliffs have been deeply worn into, the surf plays finely among the hiddennooks and crannies and ice-cold caves. But suddenly the side of this islandbreaks away toward the east; we pass out upon the bosom of a noble bay, andthere o]iens before us a picture of land and water, which for breadth, for that harmonious bhmding of onewith the other, — of moun-tains tossed up here, of low,wooded points creeping outthere, of villages and farmson the hill-sides ; or again,the long leagues where youlook in vain for any signof a
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