ls, but only a few of them furnished the best quality. The spar
is shipped to the mills in New Jersey, where it is used for glazing
crockery. Rare specimens of beryl are often found by curiosity-seekers
among the quartz.

[Illustration: ACROSS THE MARSH, INDIAN POINT.]

[Illustration: HARRINGTON'S LANDING.]

About two miles above Popham the river widens into a considerable bay,
which offers safe and spacious anchorage for vessels of all sizes. It
bears the unpretentious name of Parker's Flats, but when a fleet of
half a hundred unfurl their sails to the morning breeze, the bay becomes
a stirring and imposing scene. Upon the left bank is Harrington's
Landing, one of the noted landmarks in this region and the point of
departure to the outside world. The elder Harrington has been something
of an autocrat among the natives, and is one of the famous characters on
the river. He was once elected a member of the legislature, but after
taking his seat his importance seemed to be unappreciated by his
associates, and he obtained leave of absence and quickly returned to
this more genial spot. He was short but very portly, and his voice
contained many of the elements of a fog-horn. It is related that years
ago, while piloting a schooner out to sea, he fell over the stern into
the river. His boys put off in a skiff to the rescue, but being so
ponderous it was impossible to pull him in without upsetting the boat,
so putting a rope around his body they towed him ashore, not much the
worse off for his sudden bath. This colony has always been a prolific
field for the census collector, and it is doubtful if any authentic
figures as to the number of little Harringtons were ever obtained. They
swarmed about the place like so many bees. One of them whom we had
formerly noticed seemed to be missing, and on inquiring of the old man
he appeared bewildered. After reflecting a few moments he exclaimed,
"Oh! it seems to me he got 'schronched' last spring 'tween the wharf and
schooner!"

[Illustration: Fiddlers Reach.]

A cold nor'easter compelled us to pass the night here, and a long
wretched night it was. We encamped in a fireless, cheerless room, and
fought a small army of insects and mice, till the first streaks of dawn
enabled us to vacate our quarters. The tumult and squabble overhead
continued at intervals through the night and rose above the howling of
the storm without. Descending the creaky stairway, we found the old lady
stripping