Ten Days in Nanliicket.
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��As for her, she could scarcely wait for the next morning to come when they should go there. And when it did come, it found her, at half-past eight o'clock, decorating with pond-lillies, in honor of the occasion, the comfortable excursion-wagon, capable of holding their party of eight besides the driver. By nine o'clock they were driving up Orange Street by the Sherburne and Bay View Houses, on their way to Siasconset, or, 'Sconset, as it is familiarly called.
As they passed a large white building, known as the Poor Farm, Tom was sur- prised that a town noted for its thrift and temperance should be obliged to have such an institution. Bessie was glad to learn that they were going over the old road instead of the new one, while Miss Ray would rather have gone over the new one, so as to have seen the mile-stones which Dr. Ewer of New York had put up by the way-side. They met the well-known Captain Baxter in his quaint conveyance, making his daily trip to the town from 'Sconset. As they rode for miles over the grassy moors with no trees or houses in sight, none of them could believe that the island had once been mostly covered with beautiful oak trees. Soon the village, with its quaint little houses built close together on the narrow streets, which wound around in any direction to find the town-pump, its queer, one-story school-house, its post-office, guarded by the gaily-colored " Goddess of Liberty," was before, or rather all around them. They had all enjoyed their ride of seven and a half miles ; and now, on alighting from the carriage, the party separated in different directions. Miss Ray insisted upon bathing in the surf-beach here in spite of its coarse sand and rope limitations, since it was the farthest out in the Atlantic Ocean. Her experience with
��the strong undertow in its effects upon herself and upon those who watched her is one, which, as no words can por- tray it, Tom has decided to draw out for some future Puck; for he thinks that it is too good to be lost to the public.
Mrs. Gordon and Bessie walked among the houses noticing the peculiar names which adorned some of them, and in- deed going inside one of the oldest where a step-ladder was used for the boys of the household to get up into their little room. They crossed the bridge which led them to the Sunset Heights, where some new houses, in keeping with the style of the old ones, were being built. They were pleased to see this unity of design, rather than the modern cottage which had intruded itself upon that coast. In their walk they learned that about eleven or twelve families spent the winter at 'Sconset. The air was intensely in- vigorating, so much so that Mrs. Gor- don, who was no walker at home, was surprised at herself with what she was doing without fatigue. Later they found Mr. Gordon looking at the new church which had just been completed, and which he had ascertained was built for no sectarian purpose, but for the preach- ing of the truth. They all met at noon for their lunch, after which they went a mile and a half farther to visit the San- katy Head lighthouse, the best one of the five on the island. The keeper kindly escorted them up the fifty-six steps to the top, where they learned that the point of the light was one-hundred and sixty-five feet above the level of the sea. He gave them some more facts relative to the light, interspersed with personal experiences. Tom said that he should remember particularly tlie fact that he told him that this light- house would be the first one that he
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