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In descending the hill at the easterly end, we leave the old way 

 and pass over a private road, which has been laid out through the 

 dark pine woods, winding beautifully down the slope till it reaches 

 Side-Hill Road, following which, northward, we come out of 

 these charming woods upon East Street, which we will turn into 

 and proceed toward Cohasset. The Battery Pasture, or The 

 Battery, was near Side-Hill road. The origin of the name is 

 obscure. There is a very singular tongue of Hingham territory 

 which extends over half a mile into Cohasset, and is known as 

 The Homesteads. It is only a few rods in width, and tapers off 

 to nothing at the railroad crossing at its east end. " The Home- 

 steads " were the home lands of certain of the inhabitants, who, 

 soon after Cohasset was laid off from Hingham, petitioned to be 

 allowed to have their lands here re-annexed to Hingham. On 

 the north side of East Street are the Turkey Meadows, and the 

 little stream which crosses the road from the south and eventu- 

 ally flows under Lambert's Lane, emptying finally into Lyford's 

 Liking River, is Turkey-Hill Run. 



Retracing our course, we come back to where Side-Hill Road 

 ends on East Street. Near this junction once stood the Black- 

 Horse Tavern, a famous resort for gunners and persons on their 

 way to or from Hull. Ebenezer Beal was the old-time host of this 

 inn. 



Hull Street leads north from this point to Nantasket Beach. 

 From the extreme northwesterly part of " The Homesteads " it 

 forms the boundary line between Hingham and Cohasset. About 

 half a mile from the railroad crossing, Canterbury Street leads 

 away on the left, through the district called Canterbury. 



The village on Hull Street, extending from Canterbury Street 

 to Jerusalem road, is known by the singular name of Tugmanug, 

 and it used to be one of the most quaint and interesting localities 

 along the shore. Its odd little houses, many of them having the 

 front door painted in most gorgeous hues, the rough and rocky 

 road, the queer little nooks and corners here and there, and the 

 salty savor which pervaded the whole place, and the inhabitants, 

 whose characteristics were in some respects peculiar to a village 

 on the New England coast where wrecks were not uncommon, 

 lent a picturesque glamour to the hamlet and its people, xllas ! 

 all this is gone now, and the charm which once hung over this 

 mysterious locality is fled forever. All is now " spick and span,." 

 tidy and humdrum. 



This day, which will be the last of our wanderings among the 

 ancient landmarks, is far colder than the lovely Indian-summer 

 days which have been granted us until this morning, and sharp 

 riding will be necessary in order to keep comfortably warm. 



We will turn back again to East Street and make our way west- 

 ward. That little road, crossing the railroad track and winding 



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