Identifier: kingshandbookofb1882swee (find matches)
Title: King's handbook of Boston harbor
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Sweetser, M. F. (Moses Foster), 1848-1897 King, Moses, 1853-1909 Copeland, Charles, 1858-1929, ill
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Publisher: Cambridge, Mass., Moses King, publisher
Contributing Library: Boston College Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Library Consortium Member Libraries

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m in the play-grounds. Their ages vary from less thanthree to five or six; but all, from the smallest up, wear the dull uniform ofcharity. On the hill-slopes are the vegetable-gardens, abundant and suc-cessful ; and here are raised enormous mangel-wurzel beets, some of whichweigh twenty-five or thirty pounds each, and lie heaped up on the floor ofthe barn to assure the incredulous visitor. In the barns or on the hill arethe gentle-eyed cattle ; and, if one cares to see an endless number of pigs,an entire building is devoted to them on the southern point. The drive around the island is everywhere beautiful, with the deep blueof the sea stretching out beyond, the distant isles dotted over the bay, andthe white sails of vessels appearing upon the horizon, returning home fromdistant ports. The light-house stands out whitely, on its centre of rockyislands ; and the flag over Fort Warren seems merely a speck of brightcolor. The eye returns again to the nearer surroundings, and perhaps rests
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Scene at Deer Island. on the queer brown seals sunning themselves on the rocks, and looking somuch a part of them, that, but for their sudden disappearance into thewater, one would not dream they were any thing else. Yet they come insuch numbers to one of the rocky little coves of the island near the sea-wall, that the bay has taken their name to itself. Nearing the wharf again,the view at the sunset hours is very charming, when the sky is reddening overthe golden-domed hill, the crown of Boston, and the gulls are flying awayseaward, while the sails of vessels at anchor, or sailing home, brighten withcolor until their very hulls seem all ablaze. As the sun falls lower, the bluehills grow grayer and grayer while the twilight steals over them, until theyare lost in haze, and the murmur of the sea alone remains to charm the night.The dwellers on Deer Island number from 1,200 to 1,500; and they aremaintained at an annual cost of $150,000. The average expenditure foreach person, deducting

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