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Old Plymouth Trails

"[...]ashamed of itself, ceased its outcry in the darkness of full night and the chill of a white frost followed on all the land. In the darkest hour of this night, I saw a thin point of light rise out of the mystery of the sea far to the eastward, the tiny sail of the shallop of the old moon, blown landward by little winds of dawn, making port on the shore of "hither Manomet." In the velvety blackness of this ultimate hour of night the slender sail curved[...]".