The Pine-tree coast . allinviting as they look, there is hardly one of them without its tale of blood-shed or its memories of shipwreck. So we slip by Long Island,3 and on to Little Chebeagne, with its trim-lookinghotel and pine-grove background. Whichever way we approach it, this islandmakes a charming picture from the water. It has a fine long beach, too, andis joined by a sand-bar to Great Chebeague. At Little Chebeague, some very much sun-burned girls were fishing off theboat-landing. They had already made a good catch of cunners, pollock, plaice,or sculpins, — for all is fish that comes t
The Pine-tree coast . allinviting as they look, there is hardly one of them without its tale of blood-shed or its memories of shipwreck. So we slip by Long Island,3 and on to Little Chebeagne, with its trim-lookinghotel and pine-grove background. Whichever way we approach it, this islandmakes a charming picture from the water. It has a fine long beach, too, andis joined by a sand-bar to Great Chebeague. At Little Chebeague, some very much sun-burned girls were fishing off theboat-landing. They had already made a good catch of cunners, pollock, plaice,or sculpins, — for all is fish that comes to a young womans net, — though it wasevident enough that they were only fishing for the sport of the thing. Yet, asoften as one pulled up a dinner or a pollock, wriggling under the agonies of thehook, all the rest stood on tiptoe, and screamed in concert, until a certain dull-featured boy, with one suspender, who was supporting the capstan of the wharf,took his hands out of his pockets to unhook the fish for _z V - F- C c ?J. <a ?-- DJ. I ASI 0 BAY 179
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