Identifier: pinetreecoastdra00drak (find matches)
Title: The Pine-tree coast
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Drake, Samuel Adams, 1833-1905
Subjects: Maine -- Description and travel Atlantic Coast (North America)
Publisher: Boston. estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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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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THE NEW YORK \ PUBLiG LIRRAfsya EASTPOKT AND QlODDV BAY. 349 against the iron inbs of an iron coast, and the strong tide whirling and surgingup against our prow, as if to dispute the way with us ; now we have glidedinto a long reach of smooth water, narrijwing here, ex))anding there, disap-pearing yonder l)ehind a nndtitude of islands, capes, or headlands, which liestretched out luxuriously under coverlets of green on all sides of this delectablebasin. Sonu; lie in shadow, sonic in light; some are a dark green, some abright yellow or faded l)rown ; in truth, it is a variegated patchwork of colorsfrom Dame Natures own hands, yet always standing out in strong relief againstblue water and azure sky. Presently, through the open strait, which we are nearing at racehorsespeed, we dimly descry the blur of red and white houses confusedly thrown upagainst a distant hillside, which is again topped by an odd-looking structureresembling a martello tower raised for defence. This can be iio other t

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