Restful wharves and picturesque shacks all thrown in together

The only visitors at Sandy Bay in those early days were fishermen from near-by ports who plied their vocation during the summer months, making their headquarters in the various coves.

In the year 1700 John Pool moved from Beverly and became a neighbor to Richard Tarr, bringing with him his wife Sarah and their five children. John Pool prospered. The first frame house, the first sawmill and the first vessel ever built at Sandy Bay were built by him. Within ten years he engaged in shipping timber to Boston, and in 1710 he supplied lumber for the building of Long Wharf in Boston. He died in 1727, leaving an estate valued at nine thousand dollars. The variety of his enterprises was exceeded only by the scope of his matrimonial ventures. He married four times within five years, thus proving that the surroundings at Sandy Bay, even in those days, were not conducive to lengthy periods of mourning.

Such was the beginning of the settlement destined to become in later years the thriving town of Rockport. This is not a history, and those seeking a chronological account of the development of the town must look elsewhere. Suffice it to say that others followed these first

two settlers, and slowly the settlement grew into a village. History records that on the first day of January, 1754, the village of Sandy Bay was incorporated in answer to a petition to the General Provincial Court, becoming a parish of the town of Gloucester. At this time the population was about two hundred and fifty, and the people had erected both a schoolhouse and a house of worship.

Forty years later found Sandy Bay with fully seven hundred inhabitants, with fishing the prevailing occupation. The next half-century brought Rockport into being. By 183o the village, with a population of nearly eighteen hundred, was the home of over four-score fishing schooners and coasting vessels; several churches and schoolhouses had succeeded the original ones; a post office had been established, and even a fire tub, appropriately named Enterprise, had been acquired.

In 1840, by petition of the citizens, the villages of Sandy Bay and Pigeon Cove were set off from Gloucester and incorporated into one town. The name of the new town was decided by vote of the citizens, a choice being given of East Gloucester, Granite, Brest, Cape Ann and Rockport. The voters chose Rockport.

Popple Beach is yet another stretch of sandy shore

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From the snug harbor of Long Cove one may well fall in love with Rockport

Thus the town of Rockport came into existence. There is nothing about its history to distinguish it from many another Massachusetts town. Founded by the type of sturdy, hard-working, God-fearing pioneers for which New England is world-famous, the town has its counterpart scattered throughout the Commonwealth, insofar as the history of its development is concerned. Industrially, Rockport differs hardly a whit from its mother, Gloucester, but what matters it whether the traffic be in fish or granite, shoes or machinery, so long as industry flourishes?

Rockport Is Distinctive

No, it must be something other than history or industry to which we must look for that which marks Rockport distinctive. For Rockport is distinctive. And in a way which is hard to describe. One feels it rather than grasps it. Individuality? So have other towns. Character? All Massachusetts towns have character. Can it be the scenery? Scenery may be entrancing inspiring and Rockport vistas are all of that. Nowhere may land-locked lovers of the sea view more glorious expanse. Nowhere on the Atlantic coast are the rocks ocean-

Dock Square could tell a tale of pioneer privations, of courage, strength and industry, of shipwreck, war and stirring deeds, of reverence and faith. Dock Square could tell the tale from Sandy Bay to Rockport, town of the sea

tossed in greater or more accommodating profusion. Other beaches than those of Rockport are more famous albeit for neither sand nor surf. Turning landward, instead of dreary waste of flat, salty marsh there is rugged country, with trees and hills and rocks. Other towns may be distinctive because of scenery. And yet one senses that it is not for beauty alone that Rockport is distinctive.

Rockport Offers More Than Scenery

There is something else. Something elusive at first. Rockport is a fishing town, and yet neither is it the fishing scenes that grip you. Fish are fish, and fishermen are fishermen, and there are other fishing towns. Quarries? With Quincy so near at hand? And besides, there is little extraordinary about a quarry. Interesting, of course, and perhaps inspiring in a way. Rockport is also a quarry town, but it is not distinctive for its quarries.

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Rockport appeals to the lover of the artistic, of the picturesque. It offers recreation to those in search of pleasure rather than of play. Variety it surely has, but not excitement. Quietness it offers, but not tranquillity. To the dull Rockport may be dull. It has nothing for the ostentatious, and a little less for the cheap. The hanging gardens and marble sun-dials are left behind on the road to Rockport. Nature is Rockport's landscape gardener. The summer homes are beautiful rather than ornate. There are no summer cottages at Rockport. Nice distinctions, perhaps, but Rockport is distinctive.

A goodly number of artists come annually to Rockport. Artists who paint and sketch, rather than artists who pose. Artists who practice art and not those who practice being artistic. Another nice distinction. Conventional artists, insofar as art permits of conventionality. Temperamental artists, perhaps, but temperate withal. Rockport has much to offer them in scenery, in environment, in atmosphere.

But one need not be an artist to appreciate Rockport. To all who are tired of the blare and flash of many a summer resort, to all who yearn for a summer home away from the too-beaten path, to all who fear the smell and dirt of many a fishing town, Rockport will appeal.

Bring on a board walk and a roller coaster and Long Beach would be famous

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To all who love the ocean, to all who love the country, to all who wish seclusion without isolation, to all who enjoy watching the fishermen at work, to all who enjoy the beautiful, the artistic, the picturesque, to all who delight in moderation, who want comfort without confusion, recreation without reaction,— to all who love the distinctive Rockport will provide contentment. Restful Rockport.

Rockport Discovered

That intrepid adventurer, Captain John Smith, first called attention to Cape Ann, after a trip of exploration in the year 1614. Other white men undoubtedly preceded him in visiting this coast, but in none of their accounts have historians found mention of this particular cape.

Richard Tarr, of course, was the first to discover the delight of living here. He shared in that delight alone for many years, but eventually others came to partake with him. They were not many at first, but by 183o two thousand had followed Richard Tarr's example.

When the railroad came as far as Gloucester, in 1847, it became easier to discover Rockport. Already the town was attracting numerous visitors in the summer months, among them many distinguished in art and letters. They came each summer, their number constantly increasing. They came at first to Pigeon Cove, but they confined themselves to no particular locality, so that the first hotel opened for their accommodation, the Mount Pleasant House, was situated on Cove Hill, in North Village.

On November 4, 1861, when Rockport was stirred by war-time emotions, the Rockport Railroad was opened for travel, providing through transportation from Boston. Only three days previous the first of Rockport's citizens to die in the service of his country had been buried from the Congregational Church. The railroad thus came at a time when people were little concerned with pleasure, and at first it brought no great influx to the number of Rockport's summer colony. But with the coming of peace, Rockport began to take on added prestige as a vacation spot.

The railroad was the means by which many discovered Rockport. Then came the trolley car, by which our immediate forbears journeyed to places hitherto forbidden. The trolley did much to help discover

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Rockport, and the ride from Gloucester was a favorite one when trolley rides were at the height of their popularity. The trolley is no more, at least so far as Rockport is concerned, but with its passing Rockport found itself firmly established as an ideal vacation-land.

Today those who would discover Rockport had best do so by automobile. The route from Boston, thirty-five miles in distance, is within view of the ocean for the greater part of the way. Leaving the Boston-Portland road at Beverly, the ride through Pride's Crossing, Beverly Farms and Manchester, is universally recognized as being one of the most delightful in the United States. The wonderful estates bordering the road for almost the entire fourteen miles to Gloucester,. the frequent glimpses of the ocean, the foliage, glorious in the spring,, magnificent in the autumn, the perfect roadbed, make this ride a delight to both stranger and commuter. Passing Gloucester, the road leads only to Rockport, and the extreme congestion which is becoming the. bane of automobiling today is not encountered. One enters Rockport to discover a harbor at the end of the road. A harbor not for ships alone. Restful Rockport.

Cleaves Street offers an interesting study in proportion

Coming in to town from Gloucester, Main Street reveals itself a little at a time

Through Rockport With A Camera

There are no sight-seeing busses in Rockport, and there are none who mourn their absence. Rockport is not a town to view from a bus. If one must see it all in a day, an automobile is surely necessary, and even then full justice cannot be paid the many points of interest. One should walk through Rockport to properly appreciate all that may be seen.

Let us take a trip through the town, viewing through the eye of the camera various scenes and places, taking them in order as we come upon them. We will start from Main Street, by way of which we enter the town coming from Gloucester. Our first glimpse of the business section is coming down the hill on Main Street. There is a promise of something around the corner — a promise we shall find continually repeated during our trip and always fulfilled. Whatever may delight, we may be sure of another equally pleasant prospect around the corner.

That is one of the delights of Rockport. Her attractions are not displayed in orderly array, but must be sought.

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Main Street

As we turn this particular corner, Main Street opens before us. At least, part of Main Street. There is still another corner, you will note. A New England street. Nowhere but in New England could one hope to find such a street. A street built by our fathers, with never a thought of trolley car or auto-mobile. As the trolley has succumbed, we may drive three abreast with safety. How long this will suffice we cannot tell, and yet one feels that come what may, this old street will adapt itself to circumstances. It has been doing so for nearly three hundred years !

Just around the bend, on our right (as we would hear if we were on a bus) a glimpse of the Universalist Church in a most artistic setting. That it really is artistic you may rest assured, for this view is a favorite one among the artist visitors to Rockport.

The Universalist Church in a most artistic setting

" That place that does contain my books is to me a glorious court "

Cleaves Street

On the opposite side, in the rear of Main Street, you may see a bit of Front Beach, which may be more readily approached from Beach Street, which we have just passed. This is but one of the many beaches of Rockport, and do not let anyone tell you that Rockport beaches are excelled anywhere on the Atlantic coast.

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The meeting house of their fathers still serves well the First Congregational Church

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It will be worth our while to turn up Cleaves Street for a moment. Cleaves Street is the next on our right and, although not laid out by the town until 1855, is one of the oldest in the town as the quaint old houses will testify. Walk for a short way up this street, and on the way back, looking towards the church, observe another interesting and picturesque scene.

On Jewett Street, adjacent to Cleaves Street, is the Carnegie Library, which most capably serves both the people of the town and their summer guests.

Going back to Main Street, we find ourselves facing one of the historic shrines of Rockport — the Congregational Church.

The Congregational Church

The First Congregational Parish dates back to 1755, when the little colony erected a meeting house, with eighteen pews, and installed the Reverend Ebenezer Cleveland as pastor. The present building was erected in 1803, replacing the original meeting house, which was taken down. About 1875 the church was remodeled, twenty feet

Pigeon Cove beckons from the left, but Main Street will make you welcome

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It is a good street, well worth looking back upon

being added to its length and the interior was completely rebuilt and refurnished.

During the War of 1812, as protection against attack by English privateers, a fort was erected on Bearskin Neck, the cost being borne by public subscription. The fort was mounted with several cannon and, being of formidable appearance, was regarded as a government fort by the British cruisers. One of them landed a party of twenty men in barges one night after midnight, and the watchman being asleep the men at the fort were taken prisoners and the cannon spiked. But one of the barges fired at a sloop's mast, and almost immediately the church bell began ringing an alarm. A shot from the barge lodged in one of the steeple posts, but the discharge of the shot opened a seam in the bow of the barge, which began to sink. The crew were forced to pull ashore, where thirteen of them were taken prisoners. From this incident the church belfry was given the nicknames "old sloop" and "tell-tale," which names are both frequently used today.

On the corner opposite the Church is the Granite Shore Inn, a well-appointed and most conveniently located hostelry. This building

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also houses the Rockport Post Office. The Post Office was first established in 1825, when the mail was brought into town but twice a week.

Up School Street, to the right, a short walk brings us to the Candle Tree Inn, a pleasant and attractive tea room.

The Candle Tree Inn occupies a pleasant School Street corner

Dock Square

Going back to the Congregational Church and resuming our journey along Main Street, a few doors down, on the right, we come to The Tavern. This building has been a tavern since the early days of Sandy Bay, and the stage coaches used to make this spot their headquarters. The visitor may find food for reflection as well as for consumption within the walls of the century-and-a-half-old building.

Directly across the street is Memorial Hall, dedicated to the O. W. Wallace Post of the Grand Army of the Republic.

At the foot of the hill lies Dock Square, the entrance to the wharves of Long Cove and to the fishing settlement of Bearskin Neck. Dock Square was for many years the center of all activities, first of the little village of Sandy Bay and later of the bustling town of Rockport. Here the fishermen congregated in the days when over four-score schooners and coasting vessels sailed out of Rockport. Here, in later years, the itinerant peddler held forth

The old white horse of Dock Square that has been "done" by many artists

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evening, under the glare of his kerosene torch, expounding upon the manifold qualities of his medicine (or it may have been stove polish) and entertaining with great diversity between lectures and sales. At one time a well was located in the Square, sunk in 1794, and paid for by public subscription, sponsored by Ebenezer Cleveland, Jr.,

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and Ebenezer Pool. There was an old saying (perhaps not peculiar to this town alone) that whoever drank from this well would surely return to Rockport.

Bearskin Neck

Below Dock Square is Bearskin Neck. Tradition has it that in Revolutionary days one Henry Witham, then quite an old man, was attacked by a bear upon this shore. Having no gun, he stepped into the water and gave battle to the bear with his knife, killing him and spreading his skin to dry upon the rocks. Hence the name.

Bearskin Neck is not a place to be seen in an hour. If its charm does not lead you to return again and again, then Rockpor:. is not for you. Here is not the beauty of Mother Nature which may be found at Pigeon Cove and at Land's End, a beauty which likewise may be found (although in less profusion) in other seacoast towns. Here, instead, we find a man-made spot, in no way comparable to the natural charms of Rockport, but a spot no less enjoyable. Here is Rockport. Some may be entranced by the views at Paradise Cliffs, at Loblolly Cove and at Long Beach, and yet find but little to attract at Bearskin Neck. If such

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A tavern for one hundred and fifty years — but not under one management!

there are, they are lovers of the ocean and not of Rockport. They are lovers of the beautiful rather than of the picturesque. They may find that which pleases them at Marblehead or at York Harbor. The charm of Bearskin Neck they may find alone at Rockport.

The beauty of Rockport is not adjacent to Dock Square. The soul of Rockport may be found on Bearskin Neck. No longer are the Long Cove wharves piled high. No longer do the masts rear two-score thick in Long Cove harbor. (In 1825 there was exported from Sandy Bay 14,875 quintals of fish, 3,283 barrels of mackerel and 1,093 barrels of oil). What is left of the fishing industry, what is left of boat building, what is left of the spirit of 1825, may be found today on Bearskin Neck.

Here you may watch the fishing craft come chugging up the harbor and pull up at one of the quaint old wharves. You may watch the boat unloading its cargo, see the fish speared from the deck with pitchforks, thrown into buckets and hoisted to the wharf. You may watch not from a respectful distance. You may stand on the very edge of the wharf, touch elbows with the man who hoists the bucket, climb over the fish if you feel sufficiently sure of your footing. You are never in the way on Bearskin Neck.

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You may wander through the fish-packing plants, observe the various operations preparatory to shipping the product away. You may buy fresh lobsters and have them boiled for you within the hour. You may watch the building of a boat, not hastily, as one who is conducted through a shipbuilding plant, but rather you may spend all the day talking with the shipbuilders, if you wish. You may talk with men who have sailed the seven seas, although they are less easy to find than they were in 1825. You will find enough to interest you, no matter how often you may visit Bearskin Neck — providing it is Rockport that you really love.

On Bearskin Neck you will find quite a colony of artists. They occupy many of the old fishermen's shacks and most of them so occupied have been converted into comfortable and attractive studios. The immediate surroundings of Bearskin Neck furnish many a subject for Rockport artists and not a few notable paintings have been produced with the wharves and boats of Long Cove as their subjects.

The wall of rock which encloses the harbor of Long Cove was placed there intentionally by the Government in 1836—184o. The

Other spots may be more beautiful, but the soul of Rockport may be found on Bearskin Neck

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On Bearskin Neck they build the boats that sail the sea that catch the fish that are brought to Bearskin Neck

 

outer harbor was intended as a place of refuge for all coastwise shipping, and by straining the imagination rather than the eyesight one may see seven million dollars worth of similar wall in the distance. The harbor of refuge will never be completed nor will the seven million ever return !

Baptist Square

Those who wish to leave Bearskin Neck for future study may continue along Main Street to Baptist Square, more familiarly known as the Common. For years this spot was the town catch-all, winter storage place for fishing craft, occasional shipbuilding yard, dumping place for decrepit wagons and what not. In 1856 the town decided to reform the Common and fenced it in, which somewhat improved matters, but the present attractive appearance of the Square has come to pass recently by the generosity of George W. Harvey, prominent Boston contractor and a native of Rockport. Mr. Harvey purchased the land, tore down a factory building which adjoined the church, built the parish house, completely remodeled the church, laid out the shrubbery and lawn and so far has been otherwise too busy to send in

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Baptist Square has been transformed and the dumping ground of yesterday has become the garden of today

 

his bill. One need not be a Baptist to appreciate what Mr. Harvey has done for the church and the town.

The Baptist Church was constituted in 1807 and the original meeting house, fronting on High Street, was built in 1822, and moved to the present location. It was, in 1867, enlarged and renovated, which improvements sufficed until Mr. Harvey waved his magic wand.

The Headlands

Beyond Baptist Square we will take a short excursion to the left and visit the Headlands. This entire district was once owned by Mr. Vandercamp Nor-wood, whose home later became the Headland House, a worthy hostelry these many years.

Just beyond the Headland House is the studio of Harrison

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The Headland House will help you to believe it " restful " Rockport

Cady, famous for his illustrations of the Thornton Burgess stories. Mr. Cady's studio promises to share the fame of its owner, as it is unique among a colony of unique studios. Once a gas house for the local cotton mill, Mr. Cady apparently

saw in the building an embryo studio whereby he might confine his activities within a definite radius. Perhaps we may note a marine aspect to future Cady illustrations !

In the rear of the Headland House is the cable station of the Commercial Cable Company, where all messages over their cables from abroad are received

and transmitted to Boston and New York. The landing of the cable on May 22, 1884, was made the occasion of a great celebration in Rockport.

Harrison Cady is an artist—see what he made of a gas house !

Cove Hill

But let us return to Mount Pleasant Street and continue up Cove Hill. For the next mile or so our way will be along a village street which develops into a country road. Pleasant old houses and comfortable gardens, with here and there one large enough to be called a farm, will mark the street as quiet, peaceful, restful a pleasing one and not unattractive, but with little to bid the stranger stay. And so the stranger might not linger long on the way up Cove Hill, although the close

The Woods House offers rest and sustenance

to the wayfarer observer would note the many

types of colonial architecture and

the wrinkles of respectable old age. But the native of Rockport and the lover of Rockport knows he is treading sacred ground on Cove Hill. For we are now in one of the oldest sections of Rockport.

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Neither Richard Tarr nor John Pcol settled in this immediate neighborhood, but many of the earliest settlers established themselves on Cove Hill. The very road itself was laid out as early as 1708. At the corner of Atlantic Avenue, at the foot of the hill, still stands a house made over from one of the original log cabins of a Rockport pioneer.

Along Mount Pleasant Street and the side streets leading off lies many an old colonial house with memories of another century. To the left, the streets and lanes all lead to the Headlands and the ocean, and many a delightful summer home may be found tucked away behind stone wall and lilac bush.

A little way up the hill is another very popular summer boarding home, the Woods House, one-time home of Lawyer Henri N. Woods. At the corner of Prospect Street, the old Tarr House is of particular interest to those who enjoy viewing the old-time homes. Directly opposite, at No. 1 South Street (without any warning Mount Pleasant Street has become South Street), is an old house dating back to somewhere about 1750. It has been restored so that it appears as it did in the days of its youth and is now the attractive home of Mr. and Mrs. Francis Howe. Adjoining is the old Annis House, now the residence of the son of Rev. Roland B. Howard, beloved pastor of the Congregational Church in the eighties.

The old white houses coming next to view comprised what forty years ago could properly have been called Smithville. Each house was the home of some member of the Smith family, a family never distinguished for its lack of numbers. Then comes the Legallee House, now a tea room, where soldiers were recruited for the Revolutionary War.

Just before reaching Marmion Way (many will remember when this was Estes Avenue, after Alden Estes), are the old Lane farms and houses, one of which now takes summer guests, the Sea View Farm. Just beyond Marmion Way, on the right, is the Town Farm, reported one of the most comfortable homes in the town. You may notice the old pound in front, where stray cattle used to be accommodated at the town's expense. An altogether interesting hill is Cove Hill, and at its top the ever-present Rockport lure of something around the corner

This brings us to Rockport Lodge and the Country Club.

The girls at Rockport Lodge know how to have a good time — and where

Rockport Lodge

Here, if it is a summer month, we shall find ourselves surrounded by girls. Girls everywhere. Tall girls, short girls, thin girls, fat, that is to say, plump girls. All pretty girls and all healthy-looking girls. Should you by chance note one careworn or pale, you may know her vacation is yet in its infancy. For these girls are on vacation, and after one look at house and surroundings you must surely agree that they know how to choose a vacation place. Rockport Lodge is conducted as a vacation house by the Massachusetts League of Girls' Clubs, and members of any of the affiliated clubs are entitled to spend their vacations here.

Country Club

Directly opposite Rockport Lodge is the home of the Rockport: Country Club. No town claiming to be progressive can afford to be without its golf course, and certainly no town where two or four are gathered together during the summer months can expect to be without one. Rockport has many soothing remedies to offer the sometimes tired.

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business man, and this well-appointed clubhouse and splendid golf course is not the least among them.

You do not have to be a player, expert or otherwise, to appreciate this course. Stand on the veranda of the clubhouse and look out over the course, and if the desire to play golf does not grip you within five minutes at the most, you. might just as well telephone the undertaker and have it over with.

For those to whom golf is a game rather than a sport, to those who place the scoring above the scouting, there are, perhaps, more famous courses, although many who know golf declare the Rockport Club an excellent nine-hole course. But to the average everyday (if possible) player, to whom golf means the glory of being outdoors, the joy of walking on the green and the delight of congenial companionship, to those who through golf are carried back to the days when they wandered carefree through the fields of boyhood, the Rockport course offers the ideal playground.

No need to picture the beauty of this course when the camera has so eloquently done so. From the clubhouse one may oversee the entire stretch of nine holes, a view we have been told is not afforded on any other golf course in the country. This vantage point also offers a wide view of the ocean with the lights on Thatcher's Island, and it

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The entire nine holes of the golf course may be seen from the Country Club veranda. This view has made a golfer of many an otherwise exemplary man

almost seems as though the privilege of sitting on this veranda on a summer's afternoon would alone be well worth the cost of membership in this Club.

All the accoutrements of a well-planned country club are available in this clubhouse, such as commodious locker rooms, shower baths and rest rooms. There are ample tennis courts, a dining room overlooking the grounds, and the ladies are well provided for in quarters reserved for their particular use. On the top floor are facilities for the comfortable accommodation of overnight guests, who thus may defy business to interfere with their golf.

Land's End

Leaving the Country Club behind us (a heartrending thing to do, we must admit) let us continue our trip to Land's End. We now enter a section exclusively one of summer homes but not exclusive. There is a happy absence of display about these Rockport summer places. They impress you as being really homes. There is about them an air of permanency. You may easily imagine them year-round residences.

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Few of them you would call estates. This part of Rockport is deserted in the winter, and yet the appearance of this neighborhood resembles that of a prosperous metropolitan suburb with nothing about it of the here-for-the-week-end look.

True, many of these homes must require at least the income of a bricklayer in good trade union standing to maintain, but still they create an impression of existing for the comfort and enjoyment of their occupants rather than for the admiration and envy of all fortunate enough to gaze upon them.

Just beyond the Country Club, on Eden Road (we shall return by way of Eden Road after a trip around the shore) are four new cottages, the first of some eighteen or twenty soon to be erected. Rockport has not stopped growing yet.

Soon we shall arrive at Turk's Head Inn, for a good many years one of the leading hotels of Rockport. Like the name Bearskin Neck, that of this section traces its source to a scene of mortal combat. In this case, however, the unfortunate Turks (there were three of them) were not disassociated from their heads in this vicinity, nor were their skins here laid out to dry.

To no less a distinguished character than Captain John Smith are we indebted for the singular name. Long before this bold explorer

New cottages on Eden Road—with surroundings as good as the name

There is always a houseful of lovers of Rockport at Turk's Head Inn

journeyed to these parts, at a time when he was concerned with pastimes far less peaceful, he accepted a challenge of the Turks to fight any Christian Captain, for the diversion of the ladies. As a result, in single combat three Turks were slain by Captain Smith in rapid succession, to, we trust, the complete gratification of the ladies. (Can it be possible that Douglas Fairbanks has overlooked this character?) Years later, when visiting these shores, he named the present Straitsmouth, Thatcher's and Milk Islands the " Three Turks' Heads," in- commemoration of this exemplary adventure. If the three Turks can now look down upon this shore, they no doubt feel amply repaid for their untimely departure from this earth in the knowledge that their memory served to distinguish so beautiful a spot.