The Pine-tree coast . stone pavement, roughly broken off at theedges, or, better still, dented by the blows of some enormous hammer. Thou-sands visit the place every year. You turn off the road at a deserted farmhouse,into a by-road leading to the hotel and the brow of the cliff, and on the word ofan old traveller, you will find no such spacious and enrapturing sea-view formany a league up and down this storied coast. OGUNQUIT, BALD HEAD, AM- THAT SHORE. 1 Though it happened neai iifty years ago, the wreck of the Isidore is one ithe traditions of this locality which the visitor will often hear
The Pine-tree coast . stone pavement, roughly broken off at theedges, or, better still, dented by the blows of some enormous hammer. Thou-sands visit the place every year. You turn off the road at a deserted farmhouse,into a by-road leading to the hotel and the brow of the cliff, and on the word ofan old traveller, you will find no such spacious and enrapturing sea-view formany a league up and down this storied coast. OGUNQUIT, BALD HEAD, AM- THAT SHORE. 1 Though it happened neai iifty years ago, the wreck of the Isidore is one ithe traditions of this locality which the visitor will often hear talked about.!t was the first and lasl voyage of this fated ship. She had sel sail fromELennebunkport on one of those deceil ful November days that M sailors knowand tear as weat hei-l>reeders. So it proved in this instance. A gale from thenortheast struck the Isidore before she could gei clear of the hay. forced heramong the breakers, and dashed her in pieces against the rocks near Bald Head. 6». AN AGED SEAMARK. without a soul on shore knowing of the tragedy or stretching forth a hand tosave the crew. Most of them belonged in the river, where the ship was one was left to tell the tale. These circumstances, not to speak of a cer-tain sorrowful ballad composed for the occasion by some local poetaster, havekept the memory of the event alive, and, indeed, to those who had friendson board the tidings of that wreck were as the tidings of a lost battle. Tn the village cemetery at Kennebunkporl a stone is raised to the memoryf Captain Foss, the master of the Isidore, though his body was never found, or, 72 THE PINE-TREE COAST. for that matter, any part of the unlucky ship big enough to make a handspikeof. The late Captain Kingsbury, who built the Isidore, told me that one daywhen he was walking about with Foss, under the ships bottom, before she waslaunched, he said abruptly, referring to the flatness of the Isidores floor, Captain Foss, suppose you were on a lee-shore
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