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I\\nremember when it was not so easy and so cheery a way\\nthither for when I used to go down in the summer time to\\nthe Shoals, as they are called for short, there lay at the foot\\nof State street the little sloop Sibyl, which ran daily, wind\\nand weather permitting. The wind and weather used to per-\\nmit the run to be favorable one way, but were very likely to\\ngo back on you the other way. If you had a good run out,\\nyou were likely to have a calm coming back, and of all the\\nmischances which can befall him who goes to sea for pleasure,\\na calm is the worst. For in the first place there is no progress\\nforward or backward; and a good head-wind has some motion\\nin it even if it does take you the wrong way. In the next\\nplace night is likely to come upon you and leave you bedless,\\nsupperless, and cold in the next place, the toiling with oars\\nto propel a sloop of twenty tons is exhilarating neither to the\\nrowers nor the onlookers and lastly, of all places favorable\\nfor sea-sickness, the best is that lazy roll of the sea in a calm", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\na man who can stand a stiff gale will succumb to the deep\\nground swell. So it is with great delight that a yearly visitor\\nto the Shoals, as I have been for fifteen summers, should hail\\nsuch a sign of progress, as the substitution of a fine steamer,\\ntwo of them in fact, for that lazy-going sloop of the past.\\nOnce it was an event of significance when a dozen went out\\nnow it is not uncommon to take out three hundred in a single\\nday and you no sooner disembark from the Eastern Railroad\\ntrain at Portsmouth depot than the shouts of Carriage for\\nthe Shoals boat remind you that the little decaying city by\\nthe sea derives no small part of its present commerce as an\\nentrepot for the Isles of Shoals.\\nYou embark in the snug and admirable little steamer, and\\nfind yourself among very genteel and well-appointed tourists,\\nall bound for those fairy-like islands out in the Atlantic. And\\nas you run down the Piscataqua you might almost fancy your-\\nself on a Scotch or Swiss lake were it not for the trifling lack\\nof mountains. Certainly for vivid greenness of grass plats,\\nand clean rocky edge of shore, and fantastic cleavages in the\\ngranite coast, and distant and almost enchanting views among\\nthe islands of Portsmouth harbor, and the quaint aspect of the\\npicturesque old city, and the trim, governmental neatness and\\nprecision of the Navy Yard, and the half ruins of the forts at\\nthe mouth of the river, pretending to guard it from invaders,\\nand the utter ruins of the earthworks, thrown up there in 1812,\\nnow grass grown, and rounded, and pleasant, I know of no\\nsteamer ride in the United States more delightful. The cur-\\nrent of the Piscataqua sweeps you down with the speed of\\nseven miles an hour if the tide is outward, or stems it with the", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nsame speed if it is inward, and tosses up all sorts of fantastic\\neddies, and miniature maelstroms, along the narrow channel.\\nOnce past the mouth of the river, away out on the eastern\\nhorizon, you descry a low broken line, generally half concealed\\nin the haze, apparently without form and void, which you\\nare told is the Isles of Shoals. Ten miles away they offer\\nas little promise as a New Hampshire pasture. But as you\\napproach them, and leave behind you Newcastle light and the\\npretty and trim Whale Rock light, on a solitary rock just\\nlarge enough to support it, the hazy line out on the eastern hori-\\nzon begins to be broken up into fragments; and bye-and-bye a\\nfew houses, two enormous hotels, a tiny church, a light house,\\nseveral schooners at anchor, and a group of rocks, emerge\\nout of the tangle, and you have the Isles of Shoals before you.\\nNow I fully admit that you must see these in a sunny light,\\nor else they are nothing, and worse than nothing and I have\\na friend, who, because he went in a rainstorm and returned in\\na rainstorm, believes that there is no place on the globe more\\nforlorn and empty of all interest than those same islands. And\\nwhen I remind him that I go thither yearly, he asks, is not\\nlife hard enough, and dreary enough, any way, without adding\\nto it by going down to the Isles of Shoals Ah sunshine is\\nevery thing in the world outside of us, and in the world in-\\nside of us, and you want sunshine of course to make the\\nShoals pleasant. But given sunshine, and the place is just\\nglorified. What do you ask better for a few. days than a clean\\nlittle island out at sea, with no dust, with the thermometer\\nnailed at 70, a fine breeze every day, and that breeze, let it\\ncome from N., E., S,. or W., laden with the ocean s coolness.", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nspringing up in the morning after breakfast, and going down\\nwith the sun, leaving all still for the evening stroll, or the quiet\\nchat on the hotel piazza, the island on which you live being but\\na seven minutes walk from end to end, and a four minutes\\nwalk from side to side the whole of clean granite, intersected\\nwith a basaltic dyke, and the shores rent and shattered into a\\nthousand forms, with crags, and gullies, and gentle slopes,\\nand tiny beaches, and great scattered rocks, which dash the\\nwaves into ten thousand foamy torrents and little nestling\\npools, where the sea-life unfolds itself in its clear and trans-\\nparent beauty and where you can sit for hours, and watch\\nthe plants and the creatures which thrive in those crystal\\nbasins And then to lie on those high rocks, sixty feet above\\nthe ocean, and look out seaward and watch the play of color\\non the water, as the clouds flit between the sun and the sea,\\nand the multitudinous gleam of the sails from a hundred\\nyachts and all manner of sailing craft which go by, is to have\\nall the joy of an ocean voyage, without any of its dangers or its\\ndiscomforts. And then the old historical associations which\\ncluster round these isles, from the day of Capt. John Smith\\nwho discovered them and gave them his name the original\\nJohn Smith, of Pocahontas memory, and whose marble monu-\\nment still graces one of the group and all these 250 years\\nand more of history, during which these islands have been full\\nof life, and adventure, of tragedy and comedy, of culture and\\nrefinement, at one time, and then at another of savagery and\\nbarbarism and then the scene of to-day, with the numbers of\\nintelligent people gathered there to enjoy this all, and to sit\\non the rocks in leisurely contentment, and talk together, not", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nabout the Shoals alone, but about life, these varied experiences\\nof ours, these hopes and expectations, these isles of the fancy\\nwhich lie out yonder in the horizon of our thought, in the sun-\\nshine, and which we long to reach and have translated to clear\\nvisions and to blessedness, Oh, all this to see and to enjoy is\\nwhat you find at the Isles of Shoals.\\nThere are several islands of the group but from the hotel\\npoint of view there are only two Appledore and Star. Of\\nthese Appledore is the larger and contains somewhat over\\nfour hundred acres, while Star has but about a hundred and\\nfifty. I always go to Star partly because it is roamed over\\nwith less fatigue, partly because it is more open to the grand\\nsoutheastern swell, partly because one of the best hotels in\\nthe United States stands upon it, partly because its historical\\nrelics are the most noteworthy, and partly because I always\\nhave stopped there beginning with the Old Atlantic House,\\nfamous for its ^zhowders, its fried fish, and its doughnuts, and\\nending with the splendid and sumptuous Oceanic, with all its\\nmodern splendors. Star island reveals the secret of its name\\nit is star-shaped and so if you want to walk a little way or\\na long way, you may have your own way, and reach some se-\\nquestered cove in a minute, or some projecting point, after a\\nramble which is not insignificant. I have often been on Ap-\\npledore, a favorite place for some, but the distances are\\nrather too magnificent, and I am always glad to get back to\\ndear, cosey Star again.\\nThe names of the group are not without interest and sig-\\nnificance. Appledore, now so nobly called, did not always\\nwear so euphonious a title, and even in the mouths of the na-", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\ntive Shoalers, it bear its old name Hog Island, doubtless given\\nfrom the resemblance to a hog s back which has been noticed\\nin landscape all through history, and an instance of which the\\nschoolboy will recall in the Anabasis. Another island de-\\nlights in the name of Smutty Nose, from the thick coat of sea\\nweed which adorns its shores. Another is called White Island,\\nfrom its color. Another is Duck Island, and the swarm of\\ngulls hovering over it reveals the slight mystery of the name.\\nCedar and Malaga, bring back the time when Spanish ships\\nwere wrecked on these rough shores, and yielded up their\\ntreasures and all the others have some bit of local history or\\ncoloring. There are nine of them as I remember them, but\\nmost of the nine are quite insignificant. They differ from\\neach other though, in some particulars which I have noticed,\\nbut cannot explain. At Londoner s, for example, I have found\\nshells and sand and on that island alone at White Island there\\nare beautiful pebbles, wonderfully clear and varied on Star\\nthere are neither pebbles nor sand. There is probably a cause\\nfor this but I have not been able to find it out.\\nWhat was the original reason of these islands being called\\nthe Isle of Shoals it is impossible now to tell. For a long\\ntime it was supposed that Egg Island, near Nahant, was so\\ncalled because of its oval shape later, because of the number\\nof gull s eggs found upon it by the casual visitor and later\\nstill, the true reason was hit upon; that it was called Egg Isl-\\nand because it was laid there. I have already mentioned that\\nthe Shoals first bore the name of their discoverer, Capt. John\\nSmith and on the oldest map of New England they are set\\ndown as Smith s Isles. They might have been called Shoals,", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME. II\\nfrom the vast Shoals or schools of fish, mackerel and cod,\\nwhich have from time immemorial been found in those waters\\nbut more probably from the shoalness of the ocean there-\\nabout. In fact, between the islands and the main land, there is\\nnot water enough for a first-class ship to sail without peril,\\nand even in the little Sibyl, years ago, I have knocked against\\nthe bottom in the most alarmingly suggestive manner, while\\ncrawling homeward in a fog, and by the aid of ash and beechen\\nsails. And all around the Shoals, (for people there do not use\\nthe words the Isles of Shoals, but simply Shoals,) there are\\nreefs of thinly covered rocks which are full of danger. Some\\nbear names, such as Shag, Mingo, Anderson Rock, Square\\nRock, but many are not named, and are only revealed by the\\nsuspicious curl of white over them when the swell comes in\\nfrom the ocean, telling the story of resistance a few feet be-\\nlow the surface, whose only sign is the cresting foam. But it\\nis a dangerous place for navigation and so in all the past,\\nwrecking has been a great business among the Shoalers, and\\nmany a proud ship has been hurled against those rocks to per-\\nish. On the low dangerous coast of Smutty Nose, within the\\nmemory of the oldest people, the fine Spanish ship Sagunto\\nwent to pieces and to-day, one of the most affecting sights\\nof the islands is the long row of graves where lie the bodies of\\nthose shipwrecked men. Away, far away from home, they\\nfound tender and Christian burial at the hands of another\\nrace and there so far away from their kindred they sleep\\nside by side. No inscription marks the place a little rough\\npiece of granite at the head of each grave is the only monu-\\nment. Near them sleep the generations that have lived on", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nthat island, which is now in the hands of the little remnant of\\nShoalers who survive. Three or four old brown, weather-\\nbeaten houses stand together on the island, one of which has\\na pathetic interest as the scene of the Wagner murder three\\nor four years ago, whose details I will not recapitulate but\\nthe largest one of the group has a ceaseless interest to me in\\nconnection with a certain old Captain Haley, who lived in it,\\nand who, in his day, was a man of mark and power one of\\nthose natural heroes whom God raises up in every community,\\nmen born to command. I suppose that they who were his co-\\ntemporaries, and who used to call him Old King Haley, did not\\nsee in him the ruler so much as the tyrant and I have no doubt\\nthat like some few other men, whom I have known or heard\\nof, he had his natural human weaknesses but his record, as\\nit comes to us to-day, is a singularly fine one. That Old King\\nHaley has been to me for many years, one of those men whom\\n1 have set up in my heart to honor and finding his grave-\\nstone fallen over a few years ago, I had it re-set and made\\ncomely, out of the great regard I bear him. For in that\\nsoutheastern second story window of his house, a fine mansion\\nin his day, and notable even in its present decline, he placed all\\nthe years of his active life, an oil lamp, to serve as a tiny light-\\nhouse, and many a ship has known Capt. Haley s warning, and\\nsheered off from the dangerous shore just in time. With that\\ninfernal propensity which men have to ascribe the best acts to\\nbad motives, there are old Shoalers living to-day, who dare\\nto say that King Haley did that thing to lure ships to destruc-\\ntion, that he might profit by the wreckage but I can t match\\nso devilish a proceeding with the rest of his life. For on the", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nlittle island which is a kind of side spur to Smutty Nose, and\\nwhich bears the name of Malaga, old Samuel Haley, with in-\\nfinite toil and patience, constructed a tiny dock, in which a\\nsmall schooner can lie, quite beyond the dash of the sea, and\\nbe in perfect security and in my old boating days, it was\\na, very tranquil place to steal into and rest, when I spent long\\nsummer weeks sailing round and round the islands. Its walls\\nare all well laid and the courses of stone retain their old\\nsmoothness and finish, and they are the best monuments of King\\nHaley. But on his grave-stone, I found this inscription\\nIn memory of Mr. Samuel Haley, who died in the year i8ii, aged 84.\\nHe was a man of great Ingenuity, Industry, Honour and Honesty, true to\\nhis Country, and A man who did A great Publickgood in Building A Dock\\nand Receiving into his Enclosure many a poor Distressed Seaman and\\nFisherman in distress of Weather.\\nI wish we might all be worthy of such an epitaph. When\\nour lives are ended and the sum of all our deeds is declared,\\nshall all that we have done be equal to what that good man did\\ndown in those rocky islands, of whom it is said he built a dock\\nas a great public good Happy is the man whose life s work\\nis the equal of old Samuel Haley.\\nHis descendants still cling to the islands or rather have\\ndone so till within a year or two but those old names, Haley,\\nRandall, and Caswell, will soon be lost forever to those rock\\nwhich gave to their ancestors their homes.\\nAnd that name Caswell makes me stop and think of that\\ngood and true man whom I was proud to call my friend, whose\\ndeath, but three years ago, I still mourn as a fresh grief. I\\nfound him years ago, on these islands, a most modest, diffi-", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\ndent kind of a man, whom every one called Origen, for there\\nare no Misters on the islands, and ever}^ one is known by his\\nChristian name. Origen Caswell was one of the bravest, tru-\\nest men I ever met and I have often wished that Mrs. Stowe\\nor Mrs. Whitney had seen him that they might make him fa-\\nmous. At a time when drinking and brawling were universal\\namong the Shoalers, Origen was an example of temperance\\nand quietness trusted by all and loved by all. In his later\\nyears he kept a small hotel, called the Gosport House and\\ninavillage where bars were kept even in private houses, Origen\\nwould not have a drop sold, even in his hotel. I have sailed\\nwith him time after time, hours and days, but I never heard\\nan impure nor a hasty word from his lips. I always used to\\nthink that he was worthy to bear the name of Origen; and\\nthat that good old Church Father would not have been\\nashamed of the man who so many centuries after him should\\nwear his name. And although the character of the Shoalers\\nwas a most unlovely one, and in some respects they were the\\nmost like barbarians of any men whom I have ever known in\\ncivilized lands, I yet think that Origen Caswell w^as one of the\\nnoblest men I ever saw. I cannot criticise Dickens for taking\\nlittle Nell out of one of the most degraded parts of London\\nfor I have seen a man, whose superior I have never met in\\nmoral worth and in spiritual attractiveness, come to his full\\nmanly bloom among those rough and degraded islanders.\\nFor being left alone, out there in the ocean, drink had full\\nsway among them, and fightings and neighborhood quarrels\\nwere of daily occurrence. They had no great public interests,\\nand so their little private interests were so magnified as to shut", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME, 15\\noff the view of all else. In swearing, these Shoalers have\\nlong had an undisputed pre-eminence; and the aim and end\\nof their intellectual proficiency were seen in the ingenuity with\\nwhich new oaths could be coined. He who could swear the\\nhardest was the best fellow. But they were not quite forgot-\\nten by the Christian world; and for a long time a missionary\\ndwelt among them, trying to do them some good, and succeed-\\ning to a certain extent in humanizing them and bringing them\\nunder religious impressions. You will find the names of some\\nof the good men who have lived and labored there, graven on\\nthe somewhat pretentious tomb-stones which mark the spot\\nwhere they lie and it is in keeping with the character of the\\npopulation amid which they labored that they were sent out\\nthere by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel among\\nthe Indians of North America. When the Indians became\\nscarce, it seems to have been taken for granted tlmt the peo-\\nple next to them in point of savagery were the inhabitants of\\nthe Isles of Shoals.\\nI remember calling on one of the last of the missionaries who\\nhave lived there. He was not in, but his wife received me,\\nand told me the story of their discouragements. Religion had\\ntouched the lowest point in the church, and the gospel got not\\neven a hearing. True, she said there are plenty of sis-\\nteren who come to meetin but not a bretheren ever comes.\\nAnd I remember that when I first knew the Shoals, fifteen\\nyears ago, and visitors had not begun to crowd the little\\nstone church on the hill, during divine service the men would\\ngo in, while a committee waited on the rocks outside, spy-glass\\nin hand, scouring the horizon; and if a black spot on the sea", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nindicated a school of mackerel coming to the surface, a low\\nAvhistle was made on the fingers, and the worshipers within\\nrose and withdrew, somewhat as firemen would if they should\\nhear the alarm while they were in the house of God (if so\\nstrong a figure be admissible as a fireman being found within\\na church). This withdrawal used to be winked at by the good\\nmissionaries as a work of necessity or mercy.\\nOf these missionaries, the one whose name is the most fa-\\nmiliar to me is that of the excellent Dr. Beebe, whose hold on\\nthe islanders was most wholesome. He was a kind of king\\namong them, for his good sense, excellent temper, and supe-\\nrior education gave him a natural right to rule. He exercised\\nmore functions than I have ever seen combined -in any other\\nhuman being, not to mention that he was, so far as the Isles\\nof Shoals were concerned, as infallible as the Pope of Rome.\\nI have forgotten all the titles he bore, and all the public du-\\nties he discharged, but some of them occur to me, and I will\\nendeavor to set them down, with no more exaggerations than\\nmost historians are guilty of. Mr. Beebe was, in the first\\nplace, and par eminence, the minister; in the next place, he\\nwas the doctor, involving, of course, surgery and dentistry;\\nand in order to qualify himself the better for these duties, he\\nleft the islands for two winters and pursued regular studies in\\nthe medical school of Harvard University. In the next place,\\nhe was the lawyer, being called in to act as umpire in disputes,\\nto draw legal documents, and settle questions of equity. Of\\ncourse he was a justice of the peace. He was also the teacher\\nof the school and since there was no person competent to\\nexamine his qualifications, he was the school committee too.", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME. I7\\nAs the islands were represented in the New Hampshire Leg-\\nislature, he was chosen to go to General Court. As the\\nislands are also a United States port, he was the collector of\\nrevenue; also inspector of customs; also United States Com-\\nmissioner. As there was a gun on the island to bring possible\\nsmugglers to terms, he was the commandant of the military\\nforces, and naval officer as well. Besides this, and keeping\\nthe only apothecary shop, being selectman, general letter-\\nwriter, and the father of a family, his time was tolerably well\\noccupied. I used to think that the Shoalers might change\\nWatts s well-known line to this\\nHow doth the little busy Beebe\\nImprove each shining hour,\\nand have it just as true as the original strain. And yet, poor\\nman, there is a pathos connected with him too for as you\\nwalk over the ledge of Star Island you come across a tiny hol-\\nlow, where in a space not eight feet square a little burial lot\\nhas been framed in, and a pair of marble doves and a suitable\\ninscription tell you of that good man s household broken by\\ndeath and two sweet children snatched away. After that the\\nfather fled from the place, and he has seldom been there since.\\nI spoke a few moments ago of the gorgeous hotel bearing\\nthe stately and cosmopolitan name of the Oceanic, which now\\noccupies a not inconsiderable part of Star Island, and looms\\nup with its lofty storeys and central position so as to dominate\\nthe whole group. From the Boston or New York point of\\nview it is certainly a success and whether in beds, or electric\\nsignals, or grand piano, or spacious dining hall, or noble pi-", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "l8 THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME,\\nazzas, or spacious corridors, or billiard and bowling alleys, or\\nelegantly appointed tables, with their perfect galaxy of waiters,\\nit has few, if any, superiors; yet I think that, even in all its\\nelegance and solid comfort, I recall the old times, and the\\nquaint taverns, and the heavy living, and the superb fish fare,\\nwith a kind of sigh. Would I go back to them? I hardly\\nthink it. Yet it is the fashion to mourn over the past, and to\\ndeclare that when it went out all good went out, and the merry\\ntimes departed. I will not join this caravan of mourners, ex-\\ncept to say that the memory of those times fills me with a sense\\nthat they ought to have been pleasant, and that they really\\nwere pleasant. There was no style, no fashion, no excess of\\ndress and ornamentation. People went out to the Shoals to\\nenjoy the ocean and the rocks, not to waste the summer and\\ncriticise one another. Among the crowds which frequent the\\nOceanic, you not infrequently meet some who have never\\ntaken the pains to walk out and see and hear the dashings of\\nthe sea, and who pass days and weeks unconscious of the maj-\\nesty which is not a quarter of a mile aw^ay. This very sum-\\nmer, while the surge was playing over a range of forty feet be-\\ntween the most outward turning point and the topmost line of\\nthe granite slope, and when the sound was like thunder, and\\nthe crash, and the roar, and the gathering volume of the re-\\nturning waves, and the boiling foam, and the myriad tongues\\nof water which lapped up into all the crevices, and the blue\\nand green waves which were slowly coming in with the wrig-\\ngle of a huge serpent, all held me fascinated hour after hour,\\nthere were many who had no care for these things, and never\\ngot beyond the sheltered piazza and the pages of an unbound", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME. IQ\\nnovel. But not so was it in the olden time we went to see\\nand to enjoy. And then, after a half day on the rocks, or out\\nwith the fishermen, taking in the cod and mackerel, a hundred\\nin a half day, we returned to the Atlantic House, how good it\\nwas to see the heavily laden tables which good Dame Caswell\\nspread three times a day before her uncritical and ravenous\\nguests. I once pulled out a scrap of paper and a pencil and\\njotted down the various items of one of those old-time break-\\nfasts a bill of fare which I retain to the present hour, and\\nwhich I will transcribe for your entertainment. It was as fol-\\nlows Fried fish, potatoes, boiled eggs, brown bread, hot bis-\\ncuits, huckleberry cakes, corn bread, crackers, doughnuts,\\ncookies, cream cakes, gold cake, two kinds of pies, cheese, tea\\nand coffee. The supper was the same as the breakfast; I need\\nonly write ditto, ditto, to describe it. The dinner had all that\\nthe breakfast and supper had, only more incomparable\\nchowders, lobsters right from the sea, meats of various kinds,\\nfish served in various ways, at least four kinds of pies and di-\\nvers varieties of puddings. You saw at a glance that the\\nIsles of Shoals lay within the geographical limits of Perpetual\\nPie and if you escaped without dyspepsia, it was the abund-\\nant exercise and the sea air which saved you. After seeing a\\nvalued friend eat two plates of chowder, two of fish, one of\\nmeat, four of pie, and one of pudding, I have simply been\\namazed at a climate which could let him off alive. Yet he\\nseemed to thrive under the treatment, and came away pounds\\nheavier than he went.\\nI have spoken of the uncouth and almost savage character\\nof the old Shoalers, whose race is now so nearly extinct. But", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nthey were not all of this pattern, and I remember that Mrs.\\nThaxter, in her delightful Atlantic Monthly article, which after-\\nwards ripened into her charming book on the Isles of Shoals,\\nspoke of a village beauty,fso blithe and bonny, with so bright\\nan eye, and so fair a cheek, and so trim a figure, and so grace-\\nful a bearing, that I was fain to see the possessor of so many\\ngraces. So happening at the Shoals the very August when\\nher article came out, I wondered who it was that was worthy\\nof so high an encomium. I read it over to Origen Caswell,\\nwho said at once that it must be Jim Randall s wife, but\\nhe added, Celia Thaxter has been laying it on rather thick\\nCele was always given to coloring a little. Still, he con-\\nfessed that Miss Randall was pretty there was no doubt\\nof that. There was to be that evening a little fair down in one\\nof the old fish houses would I like to look in and see these\\npeople and buy something to help them out in keeping the\\nschool this winter Of course I would and at the hour of\\nearly candle light I dropped in and looked over the slight as-\\nsortment of bead work, and shell work, and fish-bone work\\nand socks, and what might by a strong figure be called fancy\\nwork. Origen was there, but he whispered that the fair lady\\nwhom I sought had not yet come. Presently a brown-cheeked\\nyoung woman came in, fresh looking and healthy, and comely,\\nbut not in my judgment quite sustaining Mrs. Thaxter s de-\\nscription, yet Origen s nods and shrugs conveyed to me pretty\\nclearly that that was she. She took her stand behind a wash\\ntub filled with lemonade, of which I partook, at a moderate\\ncost. But I found Mrs. Randall quite shy of conversation,\\nand when I told her that I had had a great desire to see her", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME,\\non account of a description of her in the Atlantic Monthly,\\nshe said not a word and when I repeated it, she simply re-\\nmarked that she didn t take that newspaper. Then I tried to\\nimpress upon her that the Atlantic Monthly was the ne plus\\nTcltra of American letters and that to be even mentioned in\\nit was an honor which some people would think worth while\\nwaiting for years to gain. No response a glum silence.\\nThen I told her that this Atlantic Monthly, why the Atlantic\\nMonthly is what the most distinguished men in the world\\nwrite for, Mr. Tennyson, Mr. Emerson, Mr. Longfellow.\\nDon t know the gentlemen, quoth she in reply; guess\\nthey must be stopping at the other island. After that I\\nthought it best to cease praising the Atlantic Monthly and I\\ntold her that Mrs. Thaxter had written the article. That time\\nI missed it still more widely. Mrs. Thaxter, the brilliant\\npoet, was to her, simply Cele Thaxter, and my beauiy curled\\nher short lip quite disdainfully at the idea of such praise being\\nworth much. But she became more communicative bye and\\nbye, especially after she found that I had once been the pastor\\nof that North Church in Portsmouth, whose spire, hard on\\ntwo hundred feet high, was the Shoalers invariable landmark\\nin their fishing excursions, and I found that to have been the\\nminister of a church with such a steeple, was worth more in\\nthat latitude than to be Mr. Tennyson, Mr. Emerson, or Mr.\\nLongfellow. And it was quite beautiful and touching when I\\nclosed the conversation with this island beauty, and she said\\nto me in a very modest and faltering way Would you ob-\\nject to lend me that paper for a day to read it to\\nmy husband I gladly put the Atlantic into her hand, and", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nwas rewarded by the sweetest of smiles. Poor woman, she\\nlost that gallant husband of hers not long after, drowned, as\\nso many Shoalers are and she has drifted away quite out of\\nmy knowledge. For when the new hotel was built, the pro-\\nprietor bought up the whole Island, the town of Gosport in-\\ncluded and the Shoalers left their tiny brown houses, and wan-\\ndered forth, and now Gosport is but a great hotel with its out-\\nlying houses. The proprietor and his sons, and a few perma-\\nnent servants, nine in all, are the only voters and they have\\nthe privilege of sending a representative to the New Hamp-\\nshire Legislature, and of exercising all the functions that the\\ngood Mr; Beebe ministered of yore.\\nThere is no bathing practicable at the Shoals, for the water\\nis so cold that it cuts you like a knife. There are no oysters,\\nbut plenty of lobsters and I know not how many kinds of\\nfish. There are a. few mosquitoes, but so far as my experience\\ngoes they are a stingless kind, their bark is worse than their\\nbite. I have suffered so little from them that I acknowledge\\ntheir existence only in deference to the sternest truth. But with\\nthis drawback, I know of no other save hotel bills, and those\\ndo not trouble the most of the visitors long, seldom more\\nthan two or three days. At the end of that time they gener-\\nally cease, especially with married men and the heads of fam-\\nilies. There are no trees on the islands, but there is no lack\\nof bushes, and if your imagination works energetically\\nenough, there is no reason why a huckleberry bush should not be\\nas imposing as an oak. There is little sickness on the islands,\\nprobably in part because it is very healthy there, and partly\\nbecause there are very few inhabitants but even there it is", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME. 23\\nplain that death has gone before you, and one of the most im-\\npressive surprises which you can have in your life will come\\nupon you when in wandering over Star Island you suddenly no-\\ntice the liny bits of granite turned up on the edge, and dis-\\ncover by the proximity of two more pretentious monu-\\nments, that you are treading on the dust of the dead. Very\\nlittle soil is there on the islands, hardly enough to cover a body;\\nbut what there is has been carefully removed for the purposes\\nof burial. I once had the good fortune to buy the only cleared\\nfield on the island, it was about as large as the land covered\\nby an old fashioned country meeting house. I meant to build\\nsome day a tiny little summer cottage on it, but I never dared\\nto dig it up, lest I should find it full of bones, for the time was\\nwhen the population of the Isles of Shoals was measured by\\nthe hundreds and not by tens, and every inch of soil on the is-\\nlands must be mixed with human dust.\\nThere is already a literature of itself, relating to the Shoals,\\nbut he who has read Mrs, Thaxter s little book, Mr, Haw-\\nthorne s kindly reminiscences of Appledore and Mr. Leighton,\\nin his American Notebooks, and James Russell Lowell s and\\nMrs. Thaxter s poems, needs little more to fill the romance\\nand appreciate the beauty of this thronged resort. Most of\\nthose who have written, have confined themselves to Apple-\\ndore, and the beauties of the rival island have never had\\nworthy telling. But they are all fair to see, and pleasant to\\nremember. And as my mind goes back to the slender shaft\\non White Island, with its strong light, which nightly does so\\nwell what Capt. Haley s lamp attempted so worthily, and I\\nthink of that little gem around whose white crests the ocean is", "height": "3246", "width": "2065", "jp2-path": "islesofshoalsins00gage_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "24 THE ISLES OF SHOALS IN SUMMER TIME.\\nalways dashing up a still whiter crest of foam, and my mind s\\neye then runs north to Londoner s, lying in the line of the sun-\\nset s glow, and as still farther away the shores of Rye and\\nHampton glitter in the morning with the flash from the many\\nwindowed hotels, or lie peaceful and low in the evening s\\npaler light and then my eye wanders from the high land of\\nStar to the great bulk of Appledore, audits fantastic and quaint\\nhotel, the germ of which can still be seen to have been Mr.\\nLeighton s plain house, now grown into the grand congeries\\nof buildings, which so many hundreds remember with pleasure,\\nand then between Star and Appledore the black coast of\\nSmutty Nose, and its blacker houses, and Cedar, low and flat,\\nand Malaga, so tiny as not to be quite made out by itself, and\\nstill northward, past Appledore, the dark crags of Duck Is-\\nland, with their unceasing crest of foam, and the birds hover-\\ning over it, as they bring in fishes to feed their young, all this\\nis a beautiful picture to look at, a great refreshment to have\\nhung up before the mind s eye. It is but a few weeks in\\nthe year that these islands are presentable. Summer is as\\nshort there as she is beautiful, and the sunshine which falls\\nthere after September comes is joyless and cold. 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