mong which, as the tide
comes in, the waves break with furious force, dashing high over the
outermost barrier, and then plunging and leaping forward, like a troop
of wild horses, their white manes flung high in air, as they leap
forward over one and another of the obstacles in their path.

Perched upon the crest of one of these half-submerged rocks, watching
the mad waves fling themselves exhausted at her feet, it was Mysie's
delight to sit, enjoying the half danger of her position, and retreating
only when the waters had many times closed behind her throne, leaving,
in their momentary absence, but a wet and slippery path back to the
beach.

Along this beach, too, lay the road to Squipnocket, a pond famed for its
immense flocks of wild geese and ducks,--fame shared by Menemshee Creek
and Pond, as well as several others of similar aboriginal titles.

To these repaired, almost daily, Caleb, accompanied by one or another of
his host's five sons; and the result of their efforts with the gun was
no inconsiderable addition to the table at Ga'ed Light.

But greatest of all the wonders at the Head are the Fossil Cliffs.

A short time after the arrival of our travellers, their hostess inquired
if they had yet found any fossils. Mysie frankly confessed that they did
not know there were any to find, which was evidently as great a surprise
to Mrs. F. as their ignorance of the Fresnel light had been to her
husband. She at once offered the services of her daughter Clarissa as
guide and assistant, and gave glowing accounts of the treasures to be
found. The offer was gladly accepted; and Clarissa, a merry little romp,
about twelve years old, soon made her appearance, armed with a pickaxe,
hoe, and basket.

Thus laden, and in the teeth of a shrewd northeast wind, the little
barefooted pioneer led the way directly over the brow of a cliff, which,
had Mysie been alone, she would have pronounced entirely impracticable.
Now, however, fired with a lofty emulation, she silently followed her
guide, grasping, however, at every shrub and protection with somewhat
convulsive energy.

"Here's a good place," announced Clarissa, pausing where a shelf of
gravelly rock afforded tolerable foothold. "Professor Hitchcock told
father that in here were strata of the tertiary formation, and there's
where we get the fossils."

"But how do you come at the tertiary formation through all this sand and
gravel?" asked Mysie, aghast at the prospect.

"Oh