The Pine-tree coast . g over them a bold^jroinontory. Turning now to the landbetween, Ave see the whole curving expanseof Old Orchard Beach stretched out in thewarm sunshine, like an odalisque of thesea, over whose slumbers those tawny head-lands at right and left, these wave-washed islands, seem the grim and watch-ful guardians. Under fair skies the scene is like a dream of the Orient, afterthe grisly rocks that gird the coast with bands of iron on either side. Upon going down to the landing-place, I found the usual clump of crazyfish-houses pervaded by the same ancient and fish-like smell wh
The Pine-tree coast . g over them a bold^jroinontory. Turning now to the landbetween, Ave see the whole curving expanseof Old Orchard Beach stretched out in thewarm sunshine, like an odalisque of thesea, over whose slumbers those tawny head-lands at right and left, these wave-washed islands, seem the grim and watch-ful guardians. Under fair skies the scene is like a dream of the Orient, afterthe grisly rocks that gird the coast with bands of iron on either side. Upon going down to the landing-place, I found the usual clump of crazyfish-houses pervaded by the same ancient and fish-like smell which so violentlyassails ones nostrils wherever fish and men congregate in these of flies were feeding upon the garbage thrown down upon the strand,for the tide to take or leave as it would. A dozen great hull«ng fellows sataround, whistling tunes, smoking jjipes, whittling, or mending their lobster-traps, as if life were something to be taken easily, and work to be performedonly in a sitting MONUMENT, STAGE ISLAND. BIDDEFORD POOL. 115 I went up to a man who was scrubbing the fish-scales off the inside of hiswherry with the stump of an old broom, and asked him if he would set meacross the gut. He barely looked up, and without pausing in his work, said hehad no objection. Two birds with one stone should ever be the travellersmaxim. ? Is there anything worth seeing at Wood Island ? I demanded ofhim. Well, said he, glancing across the water where it rose in the offing, there it is ; see for yourself. But, I persisted, is there anything aboutit worth knowing — that is, to a stranger ? Yes, sir, ef youre a stranger,you want to keep well off to the norard, sos to kee}) offn the rocks. Didanything ever happen there that you know of ? Oh, thats what you wantto know, is it ? said the fellow, straightening himself up and drawing hiswet sleeve across his perspiring face. Well, yes; Tom Cutts, of Wood Island,caught a lobster that weighed a hundred-weight.
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