DYERS HOLLOW. 89 



The shop was like the valley, a careless 

 tourist might have said, a sleepy shop in 

 Sleepy Hollow. To me it seemed not so. 

 Peaceful, remote, sequestered, these and 

 all similar epithets suited well with Long- 

 iiook; but for myself, in all my loitering 

 there I was never otherwise than wide awake. 

 The close-lying, barren, mountainous-look- 

 ing hills did not oppress the mind, but 

 rather lifted and dilated it, and although I 

 could not hear the surf, I felt all the while 

 the neighborhood of the sea; not the har- 

 bor, but the ocean, with nothing between 

 me and Spain except that stretch of water. 

 Blessed forever be Dyer's Hollow, I say, 

 and blessed be its inhabitants! Whether 

 Western Islanders or "regular Cape Cod 

 men," may they live and die in peace. 



