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displayed the British flag, while Captain Frankland and 

 his men stood on the shore, and as we gave our sails to 

 the wind, three hearty cheers filled the air, and were in- 

 stantly responded to by us. The vessel was soon ap- 

 proached, but all was found right with her, and squaring 

 our yards, onward we sped, cheerily bounding over the 

 gay billows, until our captain sent us ashore at Eastport. 



At another time my party was received on board the 

 revenue cutter's tender, the "Fancy," — a charming 

 name for so beautiful a craft. We set sail towards even- 

 ing. The cackling of the "old wives" that covered the 

 bay filled me with delight, and thousands of Gulls and 

 Cormorants seemed as if anxious to pilot us into Head 

 Harbor Bay, where we anchored for the night. Leaping 

 on the rugged shore, we made our way to the lighthouse, 

 where we found Mr. Snelling, a good and honest English- 

 man from Devonshire. His family consisted of three 

 wild-looking lasses, beautiful, like the most finished pro- 

 ductions of nature. In his lighthouse snugly ensconced, 

 he spent his days in peaceful forgetfulness of the world, 

 subsisting principally on the fish of the bay. 



When day broke, how delightful it was to see fair 

 Nature open her graceful eyelids, and present herself 

 arrayed in all that was richest and purest before her Cre- 

 ator. Ah, reader, how indelibly are such moments en- 

 graved on my soul ! With what ardor have I at such times 

 gazed around me, full of the desire of being enabled to 

 comprehend all that I saw! How often have I longed to 

 converse with the feathered inhabitants of the forest, all 

 of which seemed then intent on offering up their thanks 

 to the object of my own adoration ! But the wish could 

 not be gratified, although I now feel satisfied that I have 

 enjoyed as much of the wonders and beauties of nature as 

 it was proper for me to enjoy. The delightful trills of 

 the Winter Wren rolled through the underwood, the Red 

 Squirrel smacked time with his chops, the loud notes of 



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