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to the dark woods beyond, in the West Parish, is worthy of many minutes' delay. There should be no haste on a tour of pleasure. Moving again, the next point of interest is Bay View, and is presently gained. On the bluff off the road, just as it descends into the hollow of Hogkins's Cove, are the handsome residences of General Butler and Colonel French. In the hollow of the Cove are the buildings, wharves and vessels of the Cape Ann Granite Company. From this point to Plum Cove (so named for the beach plums once in abundance growing near it, but now seldom found), the distance is but over one broad-backed ridge. Here is a pretty beach, and a stretch for the vision across Ipswich Bay to the main-land coast. Another elevation ascended, and the dwellings of Lanesville, which are strung along on the winding way nearly a mile, are passed. Here there is an artificial harbor for small vessels, and extensive granite quarries. Moreover, from half the length of the village, the grounds, chiefly cultivated, gradually descend to the shore of the bay; and so for this distance the view of the water is unbroken. Some of the quarries are at the roadside. Back of the quarries are dark woods. From Lanesville to Folly Cove the road shears the edge of a little meadow, cuts a belt of woods, which from the forest of the Cape's interior extends to the ocean's strand, and at the same point passes through a long and beautiful arch of willows. This arch is

the admiration and joy of the hundreds who every midsummer pass through it and enjoy its shade. From the Willows into the sheltered and shady dale of Folly Cove, it is but a few rods by a group of houses veiled in part by fruit-trees, ancient willows, and shrubbery. This dale, which is the centreground of the little village, since dwellings. straggle over the ascents hemming it in, is the loveliest sequestered nest of the whole route. A fine grove on its background fills the space from ridge to ridge. A brooklet flows through the mowing between the grove and the road, and under the road, and then through another field of grass and clover into the Cove. The tidy and comfortable houses stand embowered with apple-trees and lilacs. The vista to the sea is first narrow, and then wider between rocky headlands. Through it the villagers see the play and the terror of the waves, the awful force of the storm, and the peace and beauty of the calm. Ascending from this spot of quiet and repose, where tree and ocean, and waves and roses, all but touch each other, the eye sees before it another and higher elevation. The road with many curves leads over it, separating Halibut Point from inland meadow, pasture, and wood. Climbing the road, the "Old Oaks" of the pasture, the "Meadow" below them, and "Sunset Rock" above them, give their silent but eloquent salutations as the kindliest of friends. The farm-house and barns on the opposite side of

the way, with their surroundings of field, garden, and orchard, and their adornings of elms and of flowering vines, are a grouping of things in accord with each other, within a rare region of land and

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ocean, which no artist would wish to change. Finally, from the "Farm" to Pigeon Cove is the last and pleasantest stage of "the ride round the Cape." Sometimes it is on the old road, to the grand sea views and to the merry welcome of home. Sometimes a detour, near Strawberry Hill, determines the last step homeward shall be over Phillips Avenue, with the unequalled ocean view on one side, and the varied beauty of oaks and pines, climbing brambles, pasture-lilies, and wild roses on the other. Either way is a fine and cheerful ending of a circuit which, for various and unique scenery, and the blending of rural and marine characteristics, cannot be paralleled.

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Not unfrequently the ride of the circle is branched by digressions. One of these is to Little Good Harbor Beach; and thence, if the tide be low, over the Eastern Point road to Eastern Point lighthouse. Epes Sargent says the name of the beach was given by an Indian, whose collection of English words was small. By "little good " he meant bad. But the beach is wide and clean, being exposed to the long lines of charging waves is good from the same causes that made the anchorage, in periods of rough weather, bad. The Eastern Point road being on high ground, it commands at the same time a fine view of Gloucester and its excellent harbor, and a

splendid prospect of Massachusetts Bay, its vessels, rocks, islands, and portions of its distant South Shore. At the lighthouse the vision adds other views to its new list, taking in Norman's Woe, Baker's Island, Lowell Island, the promontory of Marblehead, and far up the bay, between the north shore of this headland and the south shore of Cape Ann, the city of Salem.

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Another digression from the ride round the Cape is from Gloucester by the way of the Cut, Stage Rocks, and Steep Bank, to Rafe's Chasm and Norman's Woe. From the Cut is followed a little way the old road to Salem. A long hill is climbed. Near the top dense woods allow but glimpses of cottages and mansions wrapped in shade. Descending the western side of the hill,

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