Identifier: scribnersmagazin16newy (find matches)
Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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the nape of the pil-grims neck. A little farther on, thepath leads out overbroad oj^en stretchesof granite rock, scratched and furrowedby a primeval glacier, with sci*ubbytufts of mountain laurel growing in thestony hollows, and blueberry bushesholding on for dear life evei^where.Oddly enough, it is the easiest thing inthe world to lose the path, although ithas been considerately marked witha line of small cairns, which, however,are set at vaiying distances apart, oftenas far as a couple of hundred feet eachfrom the next, and are built up of frag-ments of the rock itself, so that theyare hard to distinguish in a failinglight. To miss the path means wander-ing aimlessly over the slippery rock-slopes, or striking down the hill-sidethrough the almost impenetrable un-derbrush, with tlie further penalty, es-pecially if one happen to have a com-panion of the other sex, of being un-mercifully jeered at; for to have lostones way on NeA\i)oi*t Mountain is aswell-worn an excuse at Bar Harbor as
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Anemone Cave. it is, in town, to say that ones cab didnot come. Once fairly at the top, andhaving conscientiously looked at theview all round, there is no lack of shel-tered corners for smoke and contempla-tion. On the one hand the open seastretches out, a sheet of gray steel, withgreat patches of speckled froth andfoam here and there, near the shore, likewhite leopard skins, flung off by thegrim puritan rocks that will have noneof such heathenish adorning. On the other hand the mainland stretches itscruel, jagged line beyond Schoodic, andthe lighthouse on Egg Rock stands upstraight as a sentinel to guard the bay.Two or three big men-of-war lying in theharbor might be taken for neat modelsof themselves, and the little craft mov-ing about them are like water-beetlesor flitting white moths. But the seahas changed suddenly, and it shiversall over as though the cold water couldfeel yet colder, and all at once the fog- 278 BAR HARBOR bank that has been Mng so innocentlyoutside begins to un

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