Old Plymouth Trails
The Mayflower at Plymouth
The author wishes to express his thanks to the editors of the Boston Evening Transcript and the Atlantic Monthly for permission to reprint in this volume matter originally contributed to the columns of that paper and magazine; and to A. S. Burbank of Plymouth, I. Chester Horton, and Howard S. Adams for permission to reproduce various illustrations.
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The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed.
So sang Felicia D. Hemans in the early years of the last century and she has been much derided by the thoughtless and irreverent who have said that the landing of the Pilgrims was not on a stern and rock-bound coast. Such scoffers evidently never sailed in by White Horse beach and Hither Manomet when a winter northeaster was shouldering the deep sea tides up against the cliff and a surly gale snatched the foam from high-crested waves and sent it singing and stinging inland. Could they have done this it would have been easy to understand that the coast here is stern and rock-bound in very truth. The rocks are not those of solid granite ledges, continuous portions of the great earth's lithosphere of which the coast is built farther north, at Scituate, Nahant, Rockport and farther on; but it is rock-bound with massed granite boulders, glacier rounded, water-worn, but inexpressibly stern.
All Plymouth is made up of the results of pilgrimage. How many scores of fathoms deep the real Plymouth shore lies I do not know. It is down there somewhere where it cooled into bathylithic crust back in the gray dawn of time when the earth was made. There it is part of the same ledge of which Scituate and Cohasset are built. All above that is terminal moraine, rock detritus piled upon rock foundation by the glacier. Plymouth Rock itself thus came joy riding from some ledge up Boston way, alighting from this first and greatest New England Transportation System only a few hundred thousand years before Mary Chilton arrived to set foot upon it.
Winthrop Packard
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OLD PLYMOUTH TRAILS
Author of "White Mountain Trails," "Literary Pilgrimages of a Naturalist," etc.
BOSTON
FOREWORD
CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS
OLD PLYMOUTH TRAILS
PLYMOUTH MAYFLOWERS
UNBUILDING A BUILDING
FOREFATHERS' DAY
THE SINGING PINES
NANTUCKET IN APRIL
FOOTING IT ACROSS THE CAPE
WILD APPLE TREES
MIDSUMMER MOONLIGHT
TURTLE-HEAD AND JEWEL-WEED
THE WAY OF A WOODCHUCK
ALONG THE SALT MARSHES
FISHING "DOWN OUTSIDE"
VOICES OF THE BROOKSIDE
GHOSTS OF THE NORTHEASTER
JOTHAM STORIES
GOOD-BYE TO SUMMER
MYSTICAL PASTURES
WHITE PINE GROVES
THE PASTURE IN NOVEMBER
RED CEDAR LORE
AUNT SUE'S SNOWBANK
SPORTS OF THE WINTER WOODS
COASTING ON PONKAPOAG
PICKEREL FISHING
YULE FIRES