FISHERMEN'S OWN BOOK. 



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be to call the roll of almost the entire community of Pigeon Cove. First 

 of all, special credit is due to the brave captain and men of the Cora Lee, 

 who, at risk and great personal loss, rescued the men from their perilous 

 condition ; then to Mrs. Pierce, who freely opened her entire house to the 

 wrecked men and their numerous attendants. Mrs. Corrinna H. Bishop 

 made welcome donations of clothing to every man, and added other contri- 

 butions ; Mrs. Levi Robinson assisted freely, and numerous noble women 

 acted as nurses many weary hours during the first night and day. All along 

 most efficient aid was rendered by Messrs. Leroy Goldsmith, Joseph M, 

 Reed, George Cross, Elbridge Witham, William Pike, and very many oth- 

 ers. No braver sailors, no kindlier men and women than those of Pigeon 

 Cove. Beside all the rest, subscription papers were early passed for money 

 to defray the numerous immediate expenses, and the amount on both pa- 

 pers reached some $170. 



THE HARBOR BAR 



BY CHARLES BURR TODD. 



A ship has crossed the harbor bar, 

 The sunlight glinting on sail and spar: 

 Whither she goes, who knows? who knows? 

 She carries pearls of lustrous hue. 

 Costly fabrics from far Hindoo, 

 A tender maid to her lover true. 



The wind has crossed the harbor'bar, 

 All armed and panoplied for war : 

 Whither it goes, who knows? who knows? 



It darts on the ship far out at sea. 



It tears and rends her with savage glee, 



And, lol a wreck drifts wild and free. 



The sea has crossed the harbor bar, 



It hears a potent voice from afar : 



Whither it goes, who knows? who knows? 



Rising upon a land of palms, 



It throws a wreck to sea-walled farms, 



And a lifeless maid to her lover's arms. 



