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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860
Year: 1860 (1860s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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bay a son was born in the year1007, to one of the commanders of the expedition,Thorfinn, and named Snorri Thorfinnson. Eromthis child the celebrated sculptor Thorwaldsenis said to be descended. The train of reasoning which leads us to thisconclusion, as exhibited in the foregoing para-graph, has at least the merit of brevity, and maybe reinforced by a suggestion of my friend Dick,who thinks it probable that the talent for sculp-ing, so nobly developed in the Dane, might befairly attributable to this early association of hisancestors with the American Indians. Of the Elizabeth Islands we saw nothing morethan the blue swelling outlines of the most dis-tant rising above the sea line, the fresh buddingforests of Naushon nearer at hand, and the spark-ling pebble beaches of Onkatonka and Nona-messet, as we wound through the narrow andtortuous channel of Woods Hole. Than this,there is no spot in nature where earth, air, andwater seem more favorably combined to stimu- A SUMMER IN NEW ENGLAND.
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CAPTAIN WEST. late the body to vigorous and hardy health, orexcite the fancy to bold and dashing adventure.Leaving this pretty chain of islands behind us,iu the fast moving steamer. Eaglets Wing, wenext churned the blue waters of the VineyardSound, the great thoroughfare of our coasting,trade—a Broadway of commerce, where craft ofall grades and denominations are seen going andcoming in continuous streams, whitening thewhole horizon with their bleached canvas. Over the breezy Sound, at length we enter thequiet and cozy little harbor of Holmess Hole,and land at the white weather-boarded villageat its head. A civil porter takes charge of ourbaggage and conducts us to the House of Enter- tainment kept by Mrs. Captain West, an old-fashioned country inn, and as full of comfort,tidiness, and snugness as all these old-fashionedplaces are supposed to be. Holmess Hole has six or eight hundred inhab-itants, chiefly sea-faring men and their families,and as the men are generally absent, women an

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