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EARLY DAYS ON NANTUCKET 



ACCORDING to a story told by the myth 

 makers among the red whalers, a 

 mighty giant who, once upon a time, 

 lived on the Atlantic coast was in the habit of 

 using Cape Cod as a sleeping place partly be- 

 cause the warm and yielding sands were com- 

 forting, and partly because the shape of it fitted 

 him well when he curled down to rest. One night, 

 however, he was so restless that he kicked his feet 

 around the whole night long. Naturally the cape 

 sand was scooped out and bulged up, here and 

 there, forming hollows and dunes to be seen to 

 this day, and what is of more interest here, the 

 giant got his moccasins well filled with sand. 

 When awakened the next morning he found the 

 sand in the moccasins particularly annoying be- 

 cause of the ill humor following such a night, 

 and taking off first one moccasin and then the 



