II, 
STAGE-COACH VIEWS. 
After spending the night in Bridgewater, and picking 
up a few arrow-heads there in the morning, we took the 
cars for Sandwich, where we arrived before noon. This 
was the terminus of the “ Cape Cod Kailroad,” though 
it is but the beginning of the Cape. As it rained hard, 
with driving mists, and there was no sign of its holding 
up, we here took that almost obsolete conveyance, the 
stage, for “ as far as it went that day,” as we told the 
driver. We had forgotten how far a stage could go in 
a day, but we were told that the Cape roads were very 
hea vy,” though they added that, being of sand, the rain 
would improve them. This coach was an exceedingly 
narrow one, but as there was a slight spherical excess 
over two on a seat, the driver waited till nine passengers 
had got in, without taking the measure of any of them, 
and then shut the door after two or three ineffectual 
slams, as if the fault were all in the hinges or the latch, 
— while we timed our inspirations and expirations so as 
to assist him. 
We were now fairly on the Cape, which extends from 
Sandwich eastward thirty-five miles, and thence north 
and northwest thirty more, in all sixty-five, and has an 
average breadth of about five miles. In the interior it 
