XI 



IN THE LAND OF NORUMBEGA 



This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and 

 the hemlocks, 



Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in 

 the twilight, 



Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. 



Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their 

 bosoms. 



Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighbor- 

 ing ocean 



Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of 

 the forest. 



Longfellow. 



ON the south end of Islesborough, an 

 island in the region called by tradi- 

 tion Norumbega, there lie about four 

 hundred and fifty acres of woods. This 

 tract is known as Pentagoet, the Indian 

 name for Penobscot, and in the bay bear- 

 ing this name Islesborough is situated. 

 The view from the highest point, which 

 is about one hundred feet above the sea, 

 is very picturesque ; spruce-covered islands 

 with their serrated edges dot the bay, mak- 



