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Marion Crawford

Illustrations hy C.

THE Harbor

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impression made by Bar at the heioht of its season

upon the mind of one fresh from a more staid and crystalUzed civilization is that it is passing through a period of transition, in which there is some of the awkwardness which we associate with rapid growth, and something also of the youthful freshness which gives The that very awkwardness a charm. perMount suggests, Desert name of haps, a grim and forbidding cliff, frowning upon the pale waves of a melancholy ocean. Instead, the traveller who crosses the bay in the level light of an August afternoon looks upon the soft, rolling outline of wooded hills, on the

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highest of which a little hotel breaks the sky-line, upon a shore along which villas and cottages stretch on either side of a toy wooden village, which looks as though it were to be put away in a box at night, and upon the surrounding sea, an almost land-locked inlet, in which other islands, like satellites of Mount Desert, are scattered here and As the little steamer draws up there. to her moorings the groups of i)e2)le -waiting on the j^ier stand out distinctly, and the usual types detach themselves one by one. The clusters of hotel-runners and express-men are lounging listlessly until they shall be roused to clamorous activity by the lauding of