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Title: The Pine-tree coast
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Drake, Samuel Adams, 1833-1905
Subjects: Maine -- Description and travel Atlantic Coast (Me.)
Publisher: Boston. Estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University

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of a hundred years ago. Some are the remains of trenches,and some merely serve to show the positions of old camps pitched outside thefortress. By descending the hill a little, from the northwest angle of the fort, a well-preserved battery shows how strongly the land approach was guarded. Stilllower down a deep moat was cut across the isthmus, thus wholly severing itfrom the mainland, the passage to and fro being made over a bridge. Strictguard was kept here. Yet it was by this dangerous route that Wadsworthmade his escape through the sentinels to the opposite shores ; so that his namehas become attached to the cove opening into the bay, at the left here. Although Castine lies somewhat off the direct route from Rockland to MountDesert, the Penobscot Bay steamers afford frequent communication with thatisland. It would be difficult to trace oui; a more beautiful excursion than isthus placed at the visitors disposal, or one from which he could derive equalpleasure for so small an outlay.
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HISTORIC CASTINE. 287 After passing out of the harbor, the route skirts the curiously stratified rocksof Cape Rosier, another locality which lias been bought up by improving specu-lators. It then turns sharply away to the east to enterthe far-famed Eggemog-gin Beach, or Naskeag, as the old charts name it. a narrow strip of water sepa-rating the shores of Brooksville, Sedgwick, and Brooklin from those of LittleDeer and Great Deer Isle. For a dozen miles, or from the entrance at Pump-kin Island nut again at the Devils Head, no sail could be more charminglydiversified, more full of scenic surprises, or more free from actual or hiddendangers. One cannot look in any direction without seeing some new picture.Then the water is everywhere deep and unobstructed by sunken ledges, and sostill that but for the occasional appearance of a landing or a fishermans skiff,one might easily fancy himself sailing on some calm stream of an undiscoveredcountry. At Indian Cove, on Little Deer Isle, there is

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