24. NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
The Atlantic Seashore Development. 
Cape Cod—Buzzards Bay and South Shore. 
ARTICLE IX, 
Cape Cod, the far-famed, defiant arm of the old Com- 
monwealth; an arm that the land shakes in the face of 
old Neptune; an emblem of American independence that 
lifts its clenched fist at Provincetown toward any foreign 
foe that dares to threaten our shores. 
In the hollow of this protecting arm landed Brewster, 
Bradford, Standish, Alden and others, the forefathers 
and founders of the Republic; until this arm of the old 
Commonwealth is the boast of American history now fit- 
tingly memorialized in the giant shaft erected at Prov- 
incetown to be dedicated August 5th by President Taft 
and a host of other eminent Americans. 
Thoreau’s land it is sometimes miscalled. He tramped 
the Cape shores many years ago and wrote a book about 
it in a pleasing style, but he never saw Cape Cod. That 
land of a thousand charms that today blossoms in such 
beauty Thoreau never saw. But he did see its quaint 
folks, its vast wave-swept beaches and felt its ocean 
breezes, and could this prince of the pen see it today 
how differently he would write. 
And yet three centuries ago Brereton eulogized the 
glories of Cape Cod and said that in comparison Eng- 
land was a barren land. He was enthusiastic about its 
sweet soil, clear lakes, springs, green grasses, wooded 
hills, fertility and fruitfulness 
Verrazzani, Gomez, Gosnold, Champlain, Hudson, 
Smith and other adventurous spirits explored Cape Cod 
and historians assert that a thousand years ago the 
daring crews of old King Arthur landed on its shores. 
the rendexvous of the Indians in far forgotten days. 
the sands in many places still retain the indelible marks 
where they built their huge bon fires and where they 
feasted on a blended dish of green corn, luscious shell 
fish and sweet fleshed mackerel baked on hot stones and 
steamed in sodden sea weed that in results cannot be 
equalled in electrically geared or other modernized 
cooking devices. Whoever has not anticipated at some 
time or another this feast of the simmering stones and 
smoking sea grasses and revelled in the epicurean de- 
light of a real clam bake has till a revelation for his 
jaded stomach, passé with hotel fare or even the art 
of a French cook? 
Arrow heads and other Indian relies are often found 
in a stroll along the beach or a ramble over the hills. 
Until 1870 some of the richest lands remained in the 
possession of the Indians before they could legally be 
sold, but they have now passed into the hands of inves- 
tors and developers who have foreseen the prospective 
value of these rare lands as homesites. 
The varied life of Cape Cod on land and sea has been 
enshrined in song and story for generations, until this 
storied peninsula is drawing multitudes to its shores 
Antique 
We have a choice 
fashioned pieces on hand for this season 
who cannot resist its charms when once they have come 
within sight of the peaks of ‘‘Grey Gables’’ and the red 
tiled roof of ‘‘Crow’s Nest.’’ 
Since Gosnold sailed up that sparkling sea, Buzzards 
Bay, five miles wide and thirty miles long, called the 
‘Naples of America,’’ and named the lands beyond 
Cape Cod in 1602, more than two thousand registered 
pleasure craft alone, white-winged beauties, dance over 
the amethystine waters with the sunlight aslant on the 
gleaming sails and the spume-swept hulls. 
Soon Boston men may sail direct from the city via the 
new Cape Cod canal, now being rushed day and night 
to completion, to their palaces along the breeze-swept 
harbors and moor in safe anchorage or at private wharf. 
The building of this twelve million dollar canal backed 
by great financial interests is second in importance to 
the Panama canal alone. It will revolutionize the coast- 
wise traffic and cause an influx of population along the 
Cape Cod shores of a significance to which as yet but a 
few have awakened. 
From the point where the New Haven road branches 
southward through Monument Beach, the Pocassets, 
Cataumet and the Falmouths the shore are already 
dotted with the homes of the wealthy. Quisset harbor, 
Falmouth, is a dream of pure delight. The scenery 
along the shores of Buzzards Bay and from Wood’s Hole 
to Cotuit and beyond is grandly varied. The winding 
sea line forms harbor indentations, thlets, islands, pe- 
ninsulas, all backed by the terraced tree-crowned hills. 
At ‘‘Wood’s Hole,’’ an old fashioned name that brooks 
of no change and clings to the place, are the government 
fish hatcheries where the egg spawn of every kind of 
fish are sent out to all part to restore the depleted rivers, 
harbors and lakes of the country. . 
Eastward is the town of Waquoit, with its growing 
summer population, on Waquoit Bay, one of the most 
beautiful harbors on. Cape Cod; and beyond Poppones- 
set, surrounded by high rolling bluffs and knolls con- 
nected by the famed Mashpee river to lake Wakeby, is 
one of the prettiest bays to be found anywhere, where 
the lands bordering it are the object of ambitious pro- 
jects in seashore and city development. 
At Oysterville the state has dredged a channel around 
Grand Island, making possible a sail of twelve miles in 
land-locked waters from Oysterville to Cotuit, the home 
of the celebrated oysters of the epicures. These shores 
are increasing in leaps and bounds under the stimulus 
of the aristocratic homes springing up in a night. 
Along the edges of these sapphirine bays, shading off 
under the sky lights at times to tints of turquoise, where 
the trees come down to the luring lap of the waves and 
stand knee deep in the silver sands and shining pebbles, 
Antiques 
assortment of old- 
Early Comers will find some Rare Things 
A. C. LUNT. 
214 Cabot St., 
Corner of 
Bow St. 
Beverly, Mass. 
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