SALT MARSHES 



whether it be in canoe or sail boat along their 

 winding water-ways, or on foot over their 

 treacherous surface. 



Whether one looks from the elevation of a 

 marsh island on these great level floors, ex- 

 tending for miles into the land, framed by the 

 white sand dunes on the one side, by the dark 

 hills on the other, or loses oneself in their 

 midst, one feels with Sidney Lanier that 



" ' Tis here, 'tis here thou canst unhand thy heart 

 And breathe it free, and breathe it free, 

 By rangy marsh, in lone sea Hberty." 



I can heartily agree with Coventry Pat- 

 more, who, in w^riting of the Sussex marshes, 

 says: " The beauty of these marsh views is 

 beyond all description, and has never been 

 expressed even in painting. ... I have looked 

 upon these marshes year after year and al- 

 ways with new delight." 



There is a restful and satisfying character 

 in marsh views which grows with acquaint- 

 ance. One never tires of them, perhaps be- 

 cause they are never the same, and because 

 they are even more changeful than the restless 

 sea. Looking out on the broad bosom of the 



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