. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). restful charm with considerablepleasure. Along the way we passed a road lead-ing north to Bassetts Caves. Defying instruc-tions, Dan drew up. The signboard bore thelegend of the locality in plain English. Dan wasexplaining the attractions of the Caves, when theArtist cut in sharply: I told you Somerset Bridge! There was no mistaking the note of impatience,so Dan made no further protest. A half mile far-ther along we drew up at Sandys Narrows andthe Bridge. To tell the truth the Bridge wasntmuch to see, but it did have an unusual featurein the shape
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). restful charm with considerablepleasure. Along the way we passed a road lead-ing north to Bassetts Caves. Defying instruc-tions, Dan drew up. The signboard bore thelegend of the locality in plain English. Dan wasexplaining the attractions of the Caves, when theArtist cut in sharply: I told you Somerset Bridge! There was no mistaking the note of impatience,so Dan made no further protest. A half mile far-ther along we drew up at Sandys Narrows andthe Bridge. To tell the truth the Bridge wasntmuch to see, but it did have an unusual featurein the shape of a trap door. This, when raised,gives room for the masts of boats passing in fromthe Great Sound to Elys Harbor. It was a longlook to Hamilton from the bridge over across theSound, dotted with islets and islands. The Art- 2l8 Isles in Summer Seas ist was busy with Dan, so I walked the length ofthe bridge and up Scaur Hill. At this point, look-ing south, I secured a fine view of Wreck Hill, overElys Harbor. My eyes followed the shore line,. rugged and deeply indented, back to the bridge,and there I received a start that caused me to rundown the hill to where I had left our outfit. Inone hurried glance I had seen the figure of Dan on Beautiful Bermuda 2ig the trap headed east along the road we Artist was standing on the bridge amid hissketching materials. Whats the matter? I shouted. He grinned at me in fiendish glee. Well, itsthis way. That treasure you picked up underthe rubber tree in the city yonder is an impostor,a fake. He is no guide and he has proved to methat he knows no more about this country thanhis mtde—which is precious little. So I told himto vamoose—to vanish; that we would find ourway back from here by the ferry. Now, you aregoing to ask me what he said. Well, he said hewould see us again in Hamilton and that if hecould talk with you everything would be allright. Dan knows how easy you are, eh? It would seem so, I said. Sure, he does—^most any o
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