In Winter Quarters 



the reef of Norman's Woe still tolls 

 when the fogs come in. And far 

 to the South the keeper of Minot's 

 Ledge answers the warning signals of 

 Thatcher's Island and Cape Anne 

 as darkness settles down upon a 

 dangerous coast. And through all the 

 generations old Mother Anne, stead- 

 fast and immutable as the rock be- 

 neath, mocks the Atlantic surge, and 

 marks the coming and the going of 

 the Gloucester fisher-folk. One does 

 not need to possess any great divining 

 power to catch her rugged profile as 

 she lies there in the jagged rocks. 

 Nearby is "Finisterre." There may be 

 lovelier spots somewhere along this 

 coast. There are charming country 

 homes far back from the sea I know 

 inland where hills and vales and 

 streams and forest beauty all invite; 

 but at Land's End the ocean adds to 

 all of these its own inimitable wonders, 

 new each day. Here, where the flowers 

 and seaweed meet, a hammock is 

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