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CHAPTER ONE.THE ISLE OF PEACE.Aquidnec--Isle of Peace!Oh, Coddington, and ye Assistants of the General Court! what crazepossessed you to change this fair title of the red aboriginal for t… More...

CHAPTER ONE.THE ISLE OF PEACE.Aquidnec--Isle of Peace!Oh, Coddington, and ye Assistants of the General Court! what crazepossessed you to change this fair title of the red aboriginal for thepetty appellation of Rhodes?Out upon your taste--your classic affectation! Out upon yourignorance--to mistake the Roodt of the old Dutch navigator for thatname appertaining to the country of the Colossus!In the title bestowed by Block there was at least appropriateness--evensomething of poetry. Sailing around Sachuest Point, he beheld the grandwoods, red in the golden sun-glow of autumn. Flashed upon his delightedeyes the crimson masses of tree foliage, and the festoonery of scarletcreepers. Before his face were bright ochreous rocks cropping out fromthe cliff. Down in his log-book went the Red Island!Oh, worthy Coddington, why did you reject the appellation of the Indian?Or why decree such clumsy transformation to that of the daringDutchman?I shall cling to the old title--Isle of Peace; though in later timesless apt than when the Warapanoag bathed his bronzed limbs in thetranquil waters of the Narraganset, and paddled his light canoe aroundits rock-girt shores.Since then, Aquidnec! too often hast thou felt the sore scathing of war.Where now thy virgin woods that rejoiced the eyes of Verrazano, freshfrom Tuscan scenes? Where thy grand oaks elms, and maples? Thy greenpines and red cedars? Thy birches that gave bark, thy chestnutsaffording food; thy sassafras laurel, restorer of health and life?Gone--all gone! Swept away by the torch and axe of the ruthlesssoldier-destroyer.Despite thy despoliation, Aquidnec, thou art still a fair spot. Oncemore the Isle of Peace, the abode of Love--its very Agapemone; everyinch of thy turf trodden by lovers' feet--every ledge of thy cliffslistening to the old, old story.------------------------------------------------------------------------Newport, in the year of our Lord 18--, in the height of the season.An apartment in that most hospitable of American hostelries, the OceanHouse, with a window looking westward.On the _troisieme etage_, commanding a continuous balcony, with a viewof the Atlantic, spreading broad and blue, beyond the range of thetelescope. Sachuest Point on the left, with the spray, like snowflakes,breaking over the Cormorant Rock; on the right, Beaver Tail, with itsbeacon; between them a fleet of fishing-craft, dipping for striped-bassand tautog; in the far offing the spread sails of a full-rigged ship,and the plume-like smoke soaring up from a steamer--both broadside tothe beholder, on their way between the two great seaports of Shawmut andManhattan.A noble view is this opening of the great estuary of Narraganset--oneupon which beautiful eyes have often rested. Digital Content>E-books>Juv Young Readers>Juv Young Readers>Juv Fiction PB, SAP Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940013580213

CHAPTER ONE.THE ISLE OF PEACE.Aquidnec--Isle of Peace!Oh, Coddington, and ye Assistants of the General Court! what crazepossessed you to change this fair title of the red aboriginal for t… More...

CHAPTER ONE.THE ISLE OF PEACE.Aquidnec--Isle of Peace!Oh, Coddington, and ye Assistants of the General Court! what crazepossessed you to change this fair title of the red aboriginal for thepetty appellation of Rhodes?Out upon your taste--your classic affectation! Out upon yourignorance--to mistake the Roodt of the old Dutch navigator for thatname appertaining to the country of the Colossus!In the title bestowed by Block there was at least appropriateness--evensomething of poetry. Sailing around Sachuest Point, he beheld the grandwoods, red in the golden sun-glow of autumn. Flashed upon his delightedeyes the crimson masses of tree foliage, and the festoonery of scarletcreepers. Before his face were bright ochreous rocks cropping out fromthe cliff. Down in his log-book went the Red Island!Oh, worthy Coddington, why did you reject the appellation of the Indian?Or why decree such clumsy transformation to that of the daringDutchman?I shall cling to the old title--Isle of Peace; though in later timesless apt than when the Warapanoag bathed his bronzed limbs in thetranquil waters of the Narraganset, and paddled his light canoe aroundits rock-girt shores.Since then, Aquidnec! too often hast thou felt the sore scathing of war.Where now thy virgin woods that rejoiced the eyes of Verrazano, freshfrom Tuscan scenes? Where thy grand oaks elms, and maples? Thy greenpines and red cedars? Thy birches that gave bark, thy chestnutsaffording food; thy sassafras laurel, restorer of health and life?Gone--all gone! Swept away by the torch and axe of the ruthlesssoldier-destroyer.Despite thy despoliation, Aquidnec, thou art still a fair spot. Oncemore the Isle of Peace, the abode of Love--its very Agapemone; everyinch of thy turf trodden by lovers' feet--every ledge of thy cliffslistening to the old, old story.------------------------------------------------------------------------Newport, in the year of our Lord 18--, in the height of the season.An apartment in that most hospitable of American hostelries, the OceanHouse, with a window looking westward.On the _troisieme etage_, commanding a continuous balcony, with a viewof the Atlantic, spreading broad and blue, beyond the range of thetelescope. Sachuest Point on the left, with the spray, like snowflakes,breaking over the Cormorant Rock; on the right, Beaver Tail, with itsbeacon; between them a fleet of fishing-craft, dipping for striped-bassand tautog; in the far offing the spread sails of a full-rigged ship,and the plume-like smoke soaring up from a steamer--both broadside tothe beholder, on their way between the two great seaports of Shawmut andManhattan.A noble view is this opening of the great estuary of Narraganset--oneupon which beautiful eyes have often rested. Digital Content>E-books>Young Readers>Juv Young Reader>Juv Young Reader, SAP Digital >16<

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