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rocks of Halibut Point and the dunes of 
Squam, but on the Dogtown pastures and in 
the depths of Coltsfoot swamp. ‘You shall 
have a sense of the sea by day and by night; 
it shall be in your nostrils, in your ears, in 
your thoughts—the wonderful sea which was 
never young and never grows old. For you 
must know, however matter of fact you may 
be, that where the sea is, there is mystery and 
there is poetry. A man may look at it and 
think of the price of fish, but the sea, like 
music, shall compel him to think also of 
other things. 
Now Cape Ann bears the impress of an- 
other force, long since dissipated, but once as 
dominant as the sea, which for untold ages 
wrapped the land in silence and cold. Every- 
where the boulders and ledges, planed and 
scratched, speak of the touch of a vanished 
hand—a rude and terrible hand indeed. 
The ghost of the ice still haunts the lonely 
Dogtown Commons and the imaginative 
mind will not fail to conjure up the ancient 
glacier in sauntering over the rugged pastures: 
the vast snowy mantle, the bluegreen caverns 
of ice, the hummocks and crevasses, the 
silence of Arctic winter broken by the boreal 
song of glacial torrents. In no locality in 
