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River, which flows through the town, crossing South Main Street 

 not far from the depot, empties into the cove. 



The Old Shipyard was on Border Street. This road passes 

 between the water and high elevations on the inner side, called 

 Deacon Kent's Rocks, from which is an extremely fine prospect. 

 The body of water between Doane's Island and the main land is 

 The Gulf or The Gulp Stream. The entrance from the har- 

 bor is narrow and jagged, and the rushing tide, foaming and 

 seething in resistless volume in its ebb and flow, is a picturesque 

 and beautiful sight. A bridge crosses the stream, and just below, 

 where there was formerly a rocky dam, stood the old Gulf Mill, 

 which is now a thing of the past. A new mill, however, stands 

 near the site of the old one. 



CONOHASSET RlVER, or BOUND BROOK (CONOHASSET RlVULET of 



Hutchinson's History), flows into the harbor on the south side, 

 emptying through the Gulf. Anciently it formed the boundary 

 line between Plymouth and Massachusetts Bay Colonies. 



Retracing our way, we will take Elm Street (the Ship-Cove 

 Lane of early days), pass around the head of Cohasset Harbor, 

 which narrows into a pretty little landlocked bit of water at this 

 point, and take the road which follows the shore as nearly as 

 possible over the isthmus between the harbor and Little Harbor, 

 the narrowest portion of which is known as Great Neck. After 

 going a few score rods in a direction generally northeasterly, the 

 road turns sharply to the north. At this point, extending down 

 the harbor, and in fact forming its northerly shore for some dis- 

 tance, is Deacon Bourne's Island, now the site of a fine private 

 estate, the property of a distinguished actor. These " islands," 

 in the nomenclature of our ancestors, were frequently pieces of 

 land divided from the mainland only by a narrow creek or water- 

 way but a foot or two in width, or even high lands in swamps or 

 on beaches. 



Beyond the little inlet and marshes north of this island, is 

 Hominy Point, a beautifully wooded locality extending out along 

 the water. There were formerly wharves at Hominy Point. The 

 road strikes across through thick woods and a very picturesque 

 country, coming near the water again at Sandy Cove, a slight 

 indentation north of the promontory previously mentioned, 

 and finally turning west, pursues its winding way through 

 thickets gorgeous with the red and yellow of sumacs and the 

 scarlet of maples and woodbine, by rocky precipices dark with 

 lichens, coming upon delightful vistas of wood-bordered meadows 

 and lovely bits of water-views which break in here and there 

 unexpectedly, until it suddenly enters Cohasset village at The 

 Plain. 



The Punch Bowl, a singular depression about one hundred feet 

 in diameter and twenty-five feet in depth, with apple trees now 

 growing in it, is on the north side of Towers Lane, a short dis- 

 tance from the corner. The Devil's Armchair, composed of 

 slight depressions in the granite, probably of glacial origin, is a 



