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miles of Macadam at the rim of the water, where every 

 short turn throws before the eye a new scene of petite 

 beauty like the surprise of a kaleidoscope. 



The carriage drives, both sylvan and seaside, are not yet 

 invaded by the lumbering cars of the trolley witch, and 

 they invite the luxurious vehicles drawn by well-muscled 

 roadsters to bowl along their curves. If the shades of the 

 ancient ox cart and of the antique two-wheeled chaise are 

 uneasy in jealousy of their modern successors, the blame 

 is to be laid upon the beauty* of the place that invited the 

 change. 



Everywhere towards Boston, our market place, the neigh- 

 boring shore, except Nantasket, is marred by mud flats and 

 by lazy tide wash. Towards the south are cliffs of gravel 

 and long beaches. Here only are those massive rocks 

 along the shore which push off the mighty sea, and which 

 everywhere inland lift their heads above the greensward 

 like sphinxes shaking off the soil. 



For geologists, our uneven surface, made up of water- 

 worn ledges with gravel deposits and drumlins and kettle 

 holes, is an important chapter for study. For them, the 

 long wall of solid granite with which we oppose the sea at 

 our northern verge is a lower jaw that has crunched the 

 rock deposits of Boston basin through millions of years. 



The strata of pudding stone and of lava which once, 

 aeons ago, lay level in that basin, are crumpled and sadly 

 tumbled by the pressure of this granite jaw against its 

 northern counterpart. 



But a nearer history than these geological cycles finds 

 here a pregnant page. 



*The town has long been conscious of the beauty of its landscape. The people 

 have been well aware also of an unusual degree of beauty in many of their 

 maidens' faces, as the following local ditty will indicate : — 



" Cohasset for beauty, 

 Hingham for pride. 

 If not for its herring 

 Wevmouth had died." 



