Down North and Up Along 
Strong horses, drawing low-swung trucks, 
came tramping down the incline. There was a 
crowd of people making their way toward the 
oblong space of light at the top. We joined 
the throng, and as we reached the top turned 
and looked back. 
Above us were great jointed timbers form- 
ing a rude arch ; within was the half-lighted 
cavern with its sea-painted walls. It was a 
strange sight and one that often afterward 
drew us to the wharf when the tide was low at 
the hour of landing. Up out of the sea-cavern 
poured a stream of people ; dim in the back- 
ground was a pool of water where the blind 
starfish clasped its stone and waited for the 
incoming tide. 
The people seemed to be coming up out of 
this water, and they should have been stream- 
ing with seaweed and clad in scales. 
We were not disappointed in Digby. It is 
not the dream city that we saw from the boat, 
but it is good. Its houses are commonplace 
and uninteresting. Still, we found it good to 
be in Digby. Its location, the buildings stand- 
ing on one long street under a hillside, reminds 
one of Provincetown, but the sand-hills of that 
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