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Toward evening we landed upon Cobb's Island at the life- 

 saving station which stands on piles at the edge of the 

 immense salt marsh. Here we were pleasantly entertained by 

 " Captain Jack " and his family. A long bridge on piles leads 

 across the marsh to the outer beach. These structures and 

 a very few others loom above the water and the tops of the 



YOUNG COMMON TERNS, READY TO ESCAPE 



submerged grass at high tide, and are all that are left of 

 a thriving village with schools and churches. The sea has 

 claimed its own, and, never satiated, clamors for more. It is 

 not man who will say it nay. 



Next day we traversed the long bridge and found ourselves 

 upon the ocean front, which was backed by a wonderful ridge 

 extending perhaps a mile and composed entirely of shells, 



