original Youth, who, standing ready to depart, beside his horse, was
carolling the following ditty in glorification of his native town:--

"Ga'ed Light is out o' sight,
Menemshee Crik is sandy,
Holmes's Hole's a pooty place,
An' Oldtown Pint's onhandy."

(Oldtown being synonymous with Edgartown, the rival seaport.)

Leaving this young patriot to his national anthem, a walk of a few
hundred feet through deep sword-edged grass brought our explorers to the
edge of a cliff, down which they gazed with awe-hushed breath. Below
them, at a depth of a hundred and fifty feet, the thunderous waves beat
upon the foot of the cliff over whose brink they peered, and which,
stern and impassive as it had stood for ages, frowned back with the mute
strength of endurance upon the furious, eager waves, which now and again
dashed themselves fiercely against its front, only to be flung back
shattered into a thousand glittering fragments.

The cliffs themselves are very curious and beautiful, being composed of
red and black ochre, the largest cliff showing the one color on its
northern and the other on its southern face. The forms are
various,--some showing a sheer descent, with no vestige of earth or
vegetation, their faces seamed with scars won in the elemental war which
they have so long withstood. In other spots the cliff has been rent into
sharp pinnacles, varied and beautiful in hue.

One spot, in particular, which became Mysie's favorite resort, was at
once singular and beautiful in its conformation. About three feet above