‘modern in the best sense. 
-tewn there is no tour quite the same. 
“waters on either side one seems to be running into the 
ARTICLE X.—CAPE COD. 
As the Breeze comes to its readers Cape Cod Bay and 
the surrounding shores are reverberating with the sound 
of booming cannon. During this great celebration to- 
day at Provincetown, where multitudes are gathered to 
dedicate the one hundred thousand dollar monument 
to the Pilgrim fathers, in which President Taft, Governor 
‘Draper, Dr. Eliot and many other eminent men are 
taking part, and in which sixteen battleships are firing 
their salutes, is a fitting occasion for vaunting the glories 
of ‘Old Cape Cod.’’ 
The history of this famed peninsula and its venerable 
towns are well established in the annals of America and 
the glories of the past are more than being duplicated in 
the unfolding glories of the present. 
Well might the motto of Michigan be the motto of 
Cape Cod—‘‘Si quacris peninsulum amoenam circum- 
spice’’—If you seek a delightful peninsula, look about 
you. 
Branching north at Bourne’s Neck and Buzzards Bay 
a quiet but significant change is taking place aside from 
the great Cape Cod Canal project. Everywhere com- 
munities are quickening into life. Sagamore Beach, 
instituted of late years on the broadest lines of the great 
Chautauqua assemblies, is making rapid progress toward 
its place among the most famous of these resorts. 
Just beyond, Sandwich, called the ‘‘Cranford of Cape 
Cod,’’ the first founded town on the peninsula, lacking 
nothing of its quaint charm of old, is progressive and 
Speeding automobilists skim- 
ming the fine state road passing through the centre of 
town invariably slacken speed to admire the rare setting 
of this old place and drink in the beauties that are un- 
duplicated on the Cape. 
Continuing along the North Shore the spell of the 
Western plains comes over the great marshes at Barn- 
stable and Yarmouth to which is added the twangy sea 
beyond unknown to the westerners. 
To those that skim the faultless state road connecting 
towns like Brewster, Orleans and others to Province- 
With the great 
limitless sea where at last the breakers comb over the 
bars mountain high, thrilling to behold from the safe, 
slumberous seat of a touring car, but terrible in the eyes 
of many a shipwrecked crew. 
To the west the bay is an animated scene of shipping 
and marine splendors, climaxed by the grim North At- 
lantie squadron in its manoeuvres, in which gun practise 
by day and flashlight wig-wagging at night play their 
somber and significant parts. Varied and interesting are 
the naval, lighthouse, and life saving exhibitions given 
during the season, enlivened by social functions of even 
greater interest. 
From the great memorial tower at Provincetown over- 
looking the blue palpitating waters on a clear day one 
has a view of the entire Cape from Provincetown to 
Plymouth. And there are hilltops on the Cape com- 
manding views of Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket 
where the liquid sapphire seas flash with a thousand 
fires in the sun. 
The same topographical beauties that entranced Gos- 
nold and Brereton are there still only enhanced by the 
art of man. Many placid lakes, rivers of winding loveli- 
hess and purring streams in a series of inland waters un- 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
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The Atlantic Seashore Development. 
All Eyes on Provincetown. 
surpassed are attracting multitudes that pitch their 
canoe camps and build their artistic bungalows along the 
lake fronts and rural roads. They that know the thrill 
of a whizzing line and a singing reel and the undefined 
jey of the tug of the finny captive, and they that love to 
await the coming of the great migratory flocks that 
settle on these lakes in their fall journeys to the south, 
say that the inland waters of Cape Cod are the sports- 
man’s paradise. 
Here abounding in great variety of finny beauties are 
the fishing holes of the Boston millionaires, the favorite 
retreats of the Isaac Waltons of the day coming from 
near and far to cast their lines where Webster, Cleve- 
land, Jefferson and others cast theirs, and whether it 
be on the broad bays where they haul in their nets 
quivering with living silver, or by the side of the still 
pool where lurks the gamy fish in the cool depth, there 
is a generous response to the hopes of the angler. 
In the wake of the angler comes the hunter lured by 
the ‘‘honk, honk’’ of the wild geese, the wild duck, 
plover and quail. Even deer, mink, fox and racoon are 
still the rewards of a day’s tramp. 
Brereton’s eloquence on the climate is still voiced in 
song and story, for the same climate that first invigo- 
rated and then inspired him prevails today. 
Here are beaches without undertow and waters tem- 
pered to a degree that warrants a long, lazy swim or a 
sand bath and makes a resort for people of advancing 
years who still enjoy the benefit of the beaches, until 
young and old are alike tanned a ruddy brown. And 
over the sunny days creeps the balm of the evening and 
the cool nights continuing and completing the refreshing 
and stimulating process upon body and mind. 
As the visitor afoot or awheel winds along the quaintly 
twisting roads of blue gravel so delightful to the eye,— 
whether it be under the cool archways of the trees where 
they lose themselves among the whispering oaks or under 
the dark green twilight of the pines, around the terraces 
of the lakes over the causeways of rippling brooks and 
shallow bays, or through the marshes,—vistas unfold 
laced with lights and shadows that would make a painter 
world famous could he reproduce the tints. 
What chemical process can produce a perfume as the 
blending fragrance of fern and fir and wild cherry? 
What chemical concoction can clear the lungs choked 
with the city’s dust and smoke as the balsamic breath of 
the trees? 
State roads are building everywhere penetrating un- 
dreamed of realms of poetie and artistic faney making 
the driveways of Cape Cod second to none in the state, 
until the tourist finally decides that the art of road mak- 
ing by Cape Cod folk has superseded the art of sailing 
the seas. 
The varied phases of club life and outdoor sports that 
make the seashore so attractive are not lacking. The 
golf courses are especially adapted to all-vear playing, 
being rarely covered with snow and ice, and the famous 
Sepuit golf course, where Governor Draper delights to 
play, often sees him making the rounds irrespective of 
the season. 
Striking changes are wrought in this arm of New Eng- 
land since Cleveland built ‘‘Grey Gables’’ and the red 
tiled roof of Jefferson’s ‘‘Crow’s Nest’’ lifted itself 
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