Cape Cod, new & old . ,untilthe sand choked up their harbor and theenemy departed from their coast. Now the 148 CAPE COD NEW AND OLD struggle for existence is more difficult and lessspectacular. The little farmhouses that dot thehills testify to the isolation of the lives whichare lived there. Bay berry candles and beach-plum jelly mayflowers and heather, sent to ><market^ eke out many a meager householdstipend, and the smallness of the gardenpatches bear pathetic testimony to the resultsof the seasons A tiny free library finds its niche at the bot-tom of a hill; the towers of th
Cape Cod, new & old . ,untilthe sand choked up their harbor and theenemy departed from their coast. Now the 148 CAPE COD NEW AND OLD struggle for existence is more difficult and lessspectacular. The little farmhouses that dot thehills testify to the isolation of the lives whichare lived there. Bay berry candles and beach-plum jelly mayflowers and heather, sent to ><market^ eke out many a meager householdstipend, and the smallness of the gardenpatches bear pathetic testimony to the resultsof the seasons A tiny free library finds its niche at the bot-tom of a hill; the towers of the churches shineagainst the sky, reminding us of that otherchurch in far Tintagel where, once a year, atChristmas-time, the bells ring out, without thetouch of human hand. And reminding us, too,that the first Methodist meeting-house on theCape and the second in the country was builtX,in Truro, in 1794. Down on the shore there isa colony of summer folk, and the wide auto-mobile road binds Truro to the rest of Chapter XIIPROVINCETOWN PROVINCETOWN is diferent from allthe rest of the Cape: different from all therest of the world — although all landVend^places have a certain haunting odor and re-semblance. To the Pilgrims, anchoring in theharbor almost three hundred years ago, thishaven of shore bloomed forth like a describe it fervently as weUwooded with Voakes, pines, sassafras, juniper, birch, holly,pines, some ash, walnut, and dwell fondly onthe richness of the forests and the soil. But tothe pilgrims of to-day — approaching, not ina sea-worn cockle of a boat, but in a well- 150 CAPE COD NEW AND OLD padded motor, or steam-car — this bony, \9 Vcrooked finger extending into the ocean is asbare and sinister as a skeletons digit. The long road lies between endless dunes ofsand, partially covered — thanks to the per-sistent efforts of the United_States Govern- )<^ment — with a mantle of beach grass, to keepthem from shifting. But the wind, permea
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