Cape Cod, new & old . ke a fairy ship — appears. It is strangeto see this floating palace coming through theCape Cod meadows; strange to hear, as if atour very doorsteps, the laughter and scatter-ing voices of people that crowd the open strangest of all, to be, for one brief instant,sucked into the orbit of that great searchlight,which, like the peering eye of some monstrousCyclops, flings its penetrating ray here —there — up — down — illuminating as in ablazing noon the shyest path and the tiniestcottage that comes within its ray. As the boat steams between the lifted sec-tions of t
Cape Cod, new & old . ke a fairy ship — appears. It is strangeto see this floating palace coming through theCape Cod meadows; strange to hear, as if atour very doorsteps, the laughter and scatter-ing voices of people that crowd the open strangest of all, to be, for one brief instant,sucked into the orbit of that great searchlight,which, like the peering eye of some monstrousCyclops, flings its penetrating ray here —there — up — down — illuminating as in ablazing noon the shyest path and the tiniestcottage that comes within its ray. As the boat steams between the lifted sec-tions of the bridge, voices on the shore call out THE CAPE COD CANAL 3 greetings, and voices from the boat a moment there is that curious inter-change of human intimacy that may only passbetween strangers. The boat steams on and out. The jawsdescend and clamp together, the bells ceaseringing, the automobiles speed across thebridge, and the idlers disperse along thecountry road. The New York boat
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