6 LITERARY PILGRIMAGES 



eastern Massachusetts, and the pleasant intimacy 

 of the barn swallows is but a happy recollection in 

 the mind of many of us, more is the pity. It is 

 worth a trip to Marshfield just to foregather with 

 such a colony. 



Eastward again the eye passes over wide mow- 

 ing fields, rough pastures and hills clad with short, 

 brown grass and red cedars, the thousand-tree 

 orchard of Baldwin apples which Webster planted, 

 the tiny Pilgrim cemetery on a little hillock where 

 he lies buried among the pioneers of the place, 

 the brown-green marshes flecked with the silver 

 of the full tide, to the deep, velvety blue rim of the 

 sea, which sweeps in its splendid curve uninter- 

 rupted from north to south. Behind your back is 

 the rich green of Massachusetts woodland, be- 

 neath your feet this landscape of pasture, field 

 and marsh, scarcely changed since Webster's day, 

 changed but little indeed since the days of Pere- 

 grine White and his pioneer neighbors, and rim- 

 ming it round the deep sapphire romance of the 

 sea. Across this blue romance of sea the winds 

 of the world, fresh and vital with brine, come to 

 woo you on your way. They croon in your ears 



