uccessfully thrived, after having been
transplanted from this swamp. Others had thrived as well, much to the
delight of their owners.

Upon nearing Gloucester, the rocks became more apparent. The beautiful
Hovey place on the right gave particular satisfaction to Mr. Gordon for
its combination of woods, ocean-view, and look of solid comfort.

Soon Gloucester harbor, with Eastern Point lighthouse in the distance,
came before them. Then they crossed the little narrow bridge under which
the Massachusetts and Ipswich Bays meet. Tom had curiosity enough to
notice that the Ipswich was then running into the Massachusetts.

After passing the Pavilion Hotel, and driving through Gloucester's main
street with its busy outlook, they came to the Rockport road, with its
quaint houses, resembling those of Marblehead. While on this road they
saw, off on the right, Bass Rock, where was the summer home of Elizabeth
Stuart Phelps.

Just before entering Rockport the rocks were so many and connected that,
if they had chosen, they could have walked to the highway on Ipswich Bay
on them alone. No wonder that such a place was called Rockport.

While in the town they went to the Cove to see something of the
extensive fish business carried on there. They walked on to the Point,
to see the old fort which, in the time of the revolutionary war,
contained enough plucky men to seize a barge with men and a cannon,
which a passing British man of War sent to besiege them. The men were
taken to Gloucester, but the cannon was left there where it remained
until it found a better place in the town-hall yard. There, all
renovated, it now stands as a precious relic of American pluck.

Mr. Gordon was interested to see where the breakwater was to be, for
which government had been petitioned. This he considered a necessity
sure to come.

From Rockport they went on to Pigeon Cove, passing on the way
thrifty-looking houses, the Rockport Granite Company quarries, and also
those of the Pigeon Cove Company.

After having done justice to the good dinner which the Pigeon Cove House
afforded, they continued their ride around the Cape. Driving on to
Phillips Avenue, they passed the Ocean View House, and later the summer
home of Sara Jewett, the actress. Next to this was the house of the late
Doctor Chapin, who was a pioneer in Pigeon Cove as a summer resident.
After passing other cottages, and some boarding-houses, they came to
Halibut Point, the extreme point of