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rose; and by the time of the final washing and bleaching it lies in fine
light white crinkles, almost like wool. It is a pretty sight, and the
neatness and dispatch of the mossers make the odd sea-flower gardens
attractive patches on the beach. Sometimes a family working together
will make as much as a thousand dollars in a season gathering and
preparing the moss. One wonders if all the people in the world could
eat enough blancmange to consume this salty product, and is relieved to
be reminded that the moss is also used for brewing and dyeing.

It is really a pity to see Scituate only from a motor. There is real
atmosphere to the place, which is worth breathing, but it takes more
time to breathe in an atmosphere than merely to "take the air." Should
you decide to ramble about the ancient town you will surely find your
way to Scituate Point. The old stone lighthouse, over a century old, is
no longer used, and the oil lantern, hung nightly out at the end of the
romantic promontory, seems a return to days of long ago. You will also
see the place where, in the stirring Revolutionary days, little Abigail
and Rebecca Bates, with fife and drum marched up and down, close to the
shore and yet hidden from sight, playing so furiously that their
"martial music and other noises" scared away the enemy and saved the
town from invasion. You will go to Second Cliff where are the summer
homes of many literary people, and you will pass through Egypt,
catching what glimpse you can of the stables and offices, paddocks and
cottages of the immense estate of Dreamwold. And of course you will have
pointed out to you the birthplace of Samuel Woodworth, whose sole claim
to remembrance is his poem of the "Old Oaken Bucket." The well-sweep is
still where he saw it, when, as editor of the _New York Mirror_, it
suddenly flashed before his reminiscent vision, but the old oaken bucket
itself has been removed to a museum.

After you have done all these things, you will, if you are wise, forsake
Scituate Harbor, which is the old section, and Scituate Beach, which is
the newer, summer section, and find the way to the burial ground, which,
after the one in Plymouth, is the oldest in the State. Possibly there
will be others at the burial ground, for ancestor worshipers are not
confined to China, and every year there springs up a new crop of
genealogists to kneel before the moss-grown headstones and, with truly
admirable patience, decipher names and date