ALONG THE OLD ROADS OF CAPE ANN finally
who
by people
frequented, except
was seldom
it
pastured cattle in the adjacent pastures.
from the
Partly, perhaps,
murder, that was committed
from
inherent loneliness,
its
it
the
in
came
were quickened
steps
An
there at nightfall.
and
it,
it
for evil-doers.
who
lived
lived to
had
air of
it,
partly
vicinity,
be an avoided
to
how
especially
if
mystery seemed
the
caught
to
hang
always seemed a possible hiding-place
The
on
story too, of the old
the
the age
forgotten
in passing
ghastly
a
of
recital
road, and the writer remembers as a child,
over
99
corner,
so
told.
He
said that
God
was always
108 years and
of
him,
man Hewet
finally
he
himself
starved
to death.
But none
of
houses
in proximity,
of
and
life
its
these
depress us today;
stories
now
even though
wholesome
with the returning Spring.
activities,
We take
to
closed, speak
be renewed
a parting look at
the wonderful reflections in the calm and peaceful
up the road, drinking
water, and then turn
beauty of the gorgeous coloring.
up on
Soon
the
in
hills
the
loom
either side, taking on, in the light of the setting
sun, a look of dignity,
if
not of majesty; the approach-
ing twilight sharpens their outlines against the sky, finally, all details
are
lost,
of earth
and rock, looking forward
another
morn, stand
landscape.
out
till,
and only impressive masses
in
the
to the
slowly
birth
of
dissolving