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dreds of pounds' weight of gypsum had dropped 

 upon the shore, and been beaten into fragments 

 by the sea. The beach was about half red mud, 

 and half small stones and pebbles. Of pretty 

 stones we could have carried home a ton, but of 

 crystals or minerals of real interest we found 

 few. The shore is as carefully gleaned for am- 

 ethyst as Musketaquid meadows are for arrow- 

 heads. 



Dewy twilight surrounded us before we could 

 tear ourselves away from the fascination of the 

 towering cliffs, red beach, purple shallows, and 

 lapping waves. When we climbed back into the 

 wagon, it was with the feeling that the spell of 

 Blomidon and Smoky, of Minas Basin and the 

 Bras d'Or, was broken at last, and that our faces 

 were set in earnest towards Chocorua. 



