The Pine-tree coast . WHERE THEY FKY UP THE SUN. CHAPTER XXV. EASTPOBT AND QUODDY BAY. Ferret. No fern-seed in my pocket; nor an opal wrapt in bay-leaf in my leftfist to charm their eyes with.— The Nciv Inn. BEHOLD us at last arrived at the point where, figuratively speaking, theypry up the sun with a crowbar, — at that elusive, and still debatable,Down East which is the fruitf\il source of so many tpiips and quirks to ourtransmontane population I The passage through all the rocky galleries of the Piue-Tree Coast culmi-nates at Quoddy Bay in a masterpiece. Upon rounding West Quoddy Head, and i
The Pine-tree coast . WHERE THEY FKY UP THE SUN. CHAPTER XXV. EASTPOBT AND QUODDY BAY. Ferret. No fern-seed in my pocket; nor an opal wrapt in bay-leaf in my leftfist to charm their eyes with.— The Nciv Inn. BEHOLD us at last arrived at the point where, figuratively speaking, theypry up the sun with a crowbar, — at that elusive, and still debatable,Down East which is the fruitf\il source of so many tpiips and quirks to ourtransmontane population I The passage through all the rocky galleries of the Piue-Tree Coast culmi-nates at Quoddy Bay in a masterpiece. Upon rounding West Quoddy Head, and its zebra-striped lighthouse, Lub(>clifts its one central and dominating spire above the dome of white houses, likethe spike on a grenadiers helmet. It seems but a moment ago since we wen-breasting the open sea, with the wild waves tearing themselves to tatters.;J4(i
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