. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). 16 Isles in Summer Seas really dark, entered the old town, the cradle ofBermudas history. Here was a maze of nar-row streets and crooked alleys, bordered by highwalled gardens. Oleanders and pakns peeped atus from dark enclosiures, while here and therealong the route barefoot yellow and black childrenlooked down from quaint, high-stooped houses,or shouted vociferous welcomes to Bih and thestage. The driver lashed the near horse intogreater speed. In a wild rush the stage rattleddown a steep hill, and a little farther on came toan abrupt stop. We pr
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). 16 Isles in Summer Seas really dark, entered the old town, the cradle ofBermudas history. Here was a maze of nar-row streets and crooked alleys, bordered by highwalled gardens. Oleanders and pakns peeped atus from dark enclosiures, while here and therealong the route barefoot yellow and black childrenlooked down from quaint, high-stooped houses,or shouted vociferous welcomes to Bih and thestage. The driver lashed the near horse intogreater speed. In a wild rush the stage rattleddown a steep hill, and a little farther on came toan abrupt stop. We proceeded to stretch ourcramped legs in the Market Square. At last! said the Artist. Where can we eat—and when? I asked. Iwas tired and ravenously hungry. Seen in the moonlight of that first night, fromthe eminence of Barrack Hill, the town and nearharbor lay like a bank of snow on the slopinghillsides, broken at intervals by patches of somber Beautiful Bermuda 17. trees. We had strolled to thispoint up through Rum Alley,skirting Convict Bay and thehigh Barrack Cliff. A lowwall edged the road up fromthe town to the height; on thiswe sat, under the bewitchingspell of the moon, gazingecstatically at the peaceful scene below. A northwind, with a temperature of 70 degrees, stirred inthe wide-spreading cedars and rustled in theoleanders above our heads. Out from the towncame an occasional bark of a dog—there were noother sounds. The place was, indeed, singularlyattractive beneath the illiiminating light of thebrilliant moon, riding high in the cloudless archabove. Rays streaming from the luminous skycut paths across the phosphorescent waters of thetown harbor, tinging with mystic silver the foliageof cedars on St. Davids. It was a scene of real 18 Isles in Summer Seas enchantment, and as we looked it was easy toimagine oiirselves a century or so back in the , as we sat there, a native, soft oftongue, as all the Islanders are, told the
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