. Here and there in New England and Canada . by little points, andswept by resounding surf. Most of the people from the great hotelsand cottages on the Port side come hither when they want surf-bath-ing, and there is a ferryman at the mouth of the river who finds a largebusiness in carrying passengers across from the bluff to the bathing-beach. In driving down from the village, we pass the seventeenth-century garrison-house of the Mitchells, now owned, with its extensivefarm, by Mr. John C. Mitchell, of Boston. Lords Point, covered withcottages, lies in this direction; and to the seawaid from
. Here and there in New England and Canada . by little points, andswept by resounding surf. Most of the people from the great hotelsand cottages on the Port side come hither when they want surf-bath-ing, and there is a ferryman at the mouth of the river who finds a largebusiness in carrying passengers across from the bluff to the bathing-beach. In driving down from the village, we pass the seventeenth-century garrison-house of the Mitchells, now owned, with its extensivefarm, by Mr. John C. Mitchell, of Boston. Lords Point, covered withcottages, lies in this direction; and to the seawaid from Parsons sta-tion is the pleasant cottage-colony of Harts Beach, owned and devel-oped by the Parsons family, natives of this region, and successfulrailroad magnates in New York. A mile or so eastward of the river is Vaughns Island, high androcky, and covering a hundred acres, with cold springs, groves of oaks,and a long sea-front. This domain has been acquired by a syndicate,to be developed as a summer-resort, with a hotel and cottages. 10?. 108 Cape Porpoise, something over two miles from Kennebiinkport, isa queer old lisliing-port, with a light-Iiouse off its harbor, and a fewsummer boardiug-liouses,—the Langsford, Shiloh, and others,—wherethe usual seaside amusements are practicable, amid quiet this haven of fishermen, you may follow the trend of the coastto Goose Eocks and Fortunes Eocks. Just back from a beach of sand and shells, And shingle the tides leave oozy and dank, Summer and winter the old man dwells In his low brown house on the river-bank. Tempest and sea-fog sweep the hoar And wrinkled sand-drifts round his door, Where often I see him sit, as gray And weather-beaten and lonely as they. Coarse grasses wave on the arid swells In the wind; and two dwarf poplar-treesSeem hung all over with silver bells That tinkle and twinkle in sun and else is desolate sand and stone :And here the old lobsterman lives alone :Nor other companionship
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