Cape Ann i 
About this oozy strip of rocks whose uncouth 
and monstrous forms are clothed with dank 
seaweed, there is a fascination which no 
beach possesses, due partly to its strange in- 
habitants but still more to that intimate 
sense of the sea which it yields. 
Dykes of diabase intersect the country rock 
and where these dykes advance into the water, 
the softer rock has been eaten out by the 
waves, leaving deep chasms which the rising 
tide invades with moan and swish and cavern- 
ous.thunder. Their perpendicular walls are 
lined in places with delicate sea-anemones, 
revealing those marvellous hues which only 
the creatures of the sea possess. Scattered 
over this olive-brown zone of rockweed, the 
receding tide leaves innumerable pools. 
Limpid and sparkling as mountain springs, 
these pools are the natural aquaria over which , 
you will spend many a pleasant hour, the 
smell of the sea in your nostrils and the sound 
of the sea in your ears. 
Here are limpets, barnacles, and whelk, the 
latter rose colour, lemon yellow, orange, or 
pure white. Sea-urchins cling to the rocks 
and their mauve and heliotrope tints con- 
trast with the rose and crimson and yellow of 
starfish, bright green sea-lettuce in clear 
