NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
AND REMINDER 
Vol. XII 
Manchester, Mass., Friday, June 12, 1914 
No. 24 
Unique Tours and Quaint Nooks in the 
North Shore Region 
By LIVINGSTON WRIGHT 
MONG summer fashionable folk, even that coterie 
endowed with the liveliest and most ingenious of 
leaders, there come so many of those boresome situa- 
tions ‘when nobody knows what TO do.” This, that and 
the other sport, recreation, amusement or “venture” has 
been tried (as it seems) and the whole house-party, one 
by one has to mournfully shake the head and confess: 
“Can’t think of a thing!” Sometimes, “things” are at 
almost as desperate a pass as was the New York girl 
who was day-gazing, one afternoon, and as she “could’nt 
think of a thing to do,” she decided to go and pester her 
Pastor. 
With a grave face, the feminine wretch informed 
him of her decision to embark upon a sea voyage. 
The pastor became the acme of the solicitous and 
began his usual, dignified counsel and hopes “for a de- 
lightful and beneficial,’ etc. etc. 
“T shall sail on Wednesday next,” interrupted the 
damsel after a time, ‘and I wish you to say a very spe- 
cal prayer for:me.’” 
“Indeed, I certainly shall be glad to offer prayer for 
your safety and happiness!”, declared the unctuous gentle- 
man. Adding as an after-thought, “Whither are you 
bound ?” 
“Tong Island,” confessed his tormentor, reaching for 
the door knob. 
In the possibility that those who enact the onerous 
duties of scouts and look out for providing pleasure unto 
others may be vouchsafed a modicum of relief for their 
tribulations, there are herewith offered a few tips: 
To begin with, the North Shore region is simply 
stuffed with little-known attractions or neglected phases 
of the sections that are crowded with visitors. 
Moreover, trips and “expeditions” can be so planned 
that one group can cluster in the auto under cooling 
boughs or be anchored in a picturesque cove, while Father, 
or the athletic or antiquarian division of the pleasure- 
seekers can “go poking ’round” to their heart’s content 
(or legs’ weariness) ! rs 
For instance, that peripatetic wight, Capt. Kidd is 
creditably adjudged to have buried his treasure all along 
the coast clear from Boston to Eastport, Maine. Leta 
visitor drop in at almost any beach point or cranny, from 
Portsmouth to Boston, and visit a local patriarch and ac- 
curate information will be given on the location of the 
nearest treasure-ground of Kidd and how quickest and 
best to inspect it. Lynn Woods, for example, although 
a generations-enduring resort for the public has a Pirate- 
Cave that almost none of the average roamers in those 
hundreds of acres of woodland know aught about.  His- 
tory has authentic record of how a British warship, in 
the days prior to the days of the Revolution somehow 
located the Pirate Lair in Lynn Woods and sent men 
with a supply of shackles. Part of the miscreants were 
executed and the rest taken in chains to the ship. Hiram 
Marble’s remarkable cave is also a curious feature of the 
Woods. One can survey the opening in the solid rock 
where this man drilled and drilled for years, guided as 
he claimed, “by the sperits” in his mighty effort to locate 
a gold-mine of fabulous riches. Hiram never got as far 
as the mine, but he did succeed in biting out of the gran- 
ite a cavern big enough for a comfortable cottage ! 
Thus, a Lynn Woods day could be made, under the 
guidance of one who had taken the trouble to “read up 
a bit,’ one of the most: enjoyable of variations. To 
study the ways and methods of the hoi-polloi when out 
for recreation in a huge woodland resort offers astonish- 
ments and amusements none would suspect ! 
A “Salem Doorways” afternoon would enable the 
person who has summer villa or bungalow notions or 
who has thoughts of residence remodelling to occupy 
some most delightful hours; while the cultivated sightseer 
would gain architectural ideas that would amaze hin. 
Before embarking on the active study of Doorways, 
those house-entrances of a stateliness and strange gran- 
deur that are equalled in no other part of the country, 
the auto party might lay in a stock of the “gibraltars,” 
those minty confections that have made almost as much 
fame for Salem as her Doorways, witches and Haw- 
thorne! (The price will not rupture the purse either! 
“Gibraltars” may be had for a penny each.) 
These fine old Salem mansions are the landmarks of 
the prosperity of Sea Captains and Sea Merchants who 
in the latter part of the eighteenth and early part of the 
nineteenth centuries sought to establish mansion houses 
commensurate to their wealth. 
But these old rich fellows of the sea accomplished 
almost wonderful architectural success. They had a 
woodcarver in Salem, in thoses days, who was a genius. 
His work can be seen today in beautifully wrought 
porticoes and stair rails. 
These grand old mansions of the Georgian days 
will give the cultured material for profound reflection and 
the flippant can refuse to be shaken from the fringe of 
culture by remarking: “Oh yes, I’ve seen them!” 
A delightful trip can be made out of a day along the 
Merrimac studing the snug summer camps along that 
important commercial and industrial waterway. Here, 
amid its pine-groved banks are some of the lovliest 
sylvan eyries and bowers imaginable, spots where to 
simply turn in the auto and have a luncheon is to imbibe 
balsam and health! 
As will be distinguished by the reader, there is no 
intent here of suggesting “cut and dried” scholastics in 
a scheduled jaunt. Nothing that shall require wearisome 
effort to prepare for and study while undergoing. Noth- 
ing of the sort. ‘The scheme is merely to hint of rambles 
that will offer curious and fascinating information or 
scenes to even the most lackadaisical of mentalities. As 
a matter of fact, those who want to know of sequestered 
