THE BEACH AGAIN. 
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longer dark and stormy, though the waves still broke 
with foam along the beach, but sparkling and full of life. 
Already that morning I had seen the day break over 
the sea as if it came out of its bosom: — 
“ The saffron-robed Dawn rose in haste from the streams 
Of Ocean, that she might bring light to immortals and to mortals.” 
The sun rose visibly at such a distance over the sea, 
that the cloud-bank in the horizon, which at first con¬ 
cealed him, was not perceptible until he had risen high 
behind it, and plainly broke and dispersed it, like an 
arrow. But as yet I looked at him as rising over land, 
and could not, without an effort, realize that he was ris¬ 
ing over the sea. Already I saw some vessels on the 
horizon, which had rounded the Cape in the night, and 
were now well on their watery way to other lands. 
We struck the beach again in the south part of Truro. 
In the early part of the day, while it was flood tide, and 
the beach was narrow and soft, we walked on the bank, 
which was very high here, but not so level as the day 
before, being more interrupted by slight hollows. The 
author of the Description of the Eastern Coast says of 
this part, that the bank is very high and steep. From 
the edge of it west, there is a strip of sand a hundred 
yards in breadth. Then succeeds low brushwood, a 
quarter of a mile wide, and almost impassable. After 
which comes a thick perplexing forest, in which not a 
house is to be discovered. Seamen, therefore, though 
the distance between these two hollows (Newcomb’s and 
Brush Hollows) is great, must not attempt to enter the 
wood, as in a snow-storm they must undoubtedly perish.” 
This is still a true description of the country, except that 
there is not much high wood left. 
