1^1 BUZZARDS BAY. A SHELTERED inland sea of turquoise blue. Green- wooded points, long stretches of sandy beaches, in- denting coves that form snug little harbors, compose its coastline. Here and there on its shores are a score or more peaceful villages whose natural beauties attract to them an ever increasing summer population. All manner of j • craft from the fisherman's 13-footer with its spritsail to yy , the gleaming white steam yacht of the millionaire ply \ its waters. Saucy little motor boats dash from harbor j i \ to harbor with jolly parties. From the ocean, cooling winds blow steadily, salt laden and full of life, making glad the heart of the summer sojourner. Here are the haunts of the bluefish, the sea bass, the ^ scup, the squitteague or weak ^ — " \ fish and the tautog. This is Buzzards Bay in summer time— a place of surpassing de- lights for the yachtsman, fisher- man and the city man worn with the cares and worries of life in crowded places. This summer pleasure ground is but a night's voyage by steamer of the New , Bedford line from New i York. Buzzards Bay is right at the side door of the Metropolis, and only seventy- five minutes ride by rail from Boston. It isn't a bit necessary for the New Yorker or Bostonian to go far from home in order to enjoy a couple of weeks' good fishing or sailing. The climate of Buzzards Bay in summer is refreshing and equable. There is rarely a variation of ten degrees in any 24 hours. The summer residents know not what hot weather is. Every breath of this air is laden with the salty tang of the sea and you want to breathe lungfuls of it just for the very fun of breathing. After a few days of outdoor life in this Summer Land you will forget all about the cares and per- plexities of the life you left behind. And how you'll sleep! These waters fairly teem with fish. Here may the city man revel in glorious sport. The fame of Buzzards Bay as a fishing ground grows with each succeeding season. The State of Massachusetts has taken much care to protect this waterway from destructive methods of fishing. Legisla- tive enactment forbids the use of fish nets, traps, pounds or weirs. This is the best protected salt water fishing ground in the United States. It is no wonder that the finny den- izens of the Bay increase so prolifically. Those gentle disciples of Isaak Walton, Daniel Webster, former President Grover Cleveland and Joseph Jefi^erson found sport to their liking for many summers here. Hither they came each season to fish the waters of the Bay, the trout streams and the lakes, and enjoy the peace and the quiet of country life. Can you imagine the joy of cruising in a catboat over the sparkling waters of the Bay with a trolling line out for bluefish? When the "blues" are running, then does the heart of the real fisherman exult. Get out your tackle and prepare to enjoy some lively sport. The old captain down at the wharf will furnish you fresh eel skins for bait. You'll find dozens of catboats at any of the small harbors that the owners are willing to let for a days's fishing. You start out in the early morning and enjoy, probably for the first time, the novelty of seeing a sunrise. A stiff south-west breeze sends your staunch little craft skimming along, dashing the salty spray in your face. Under your lee bow, you preceive a string of catboats hastening to the "slick" ahead— the "slick" indicates for a certainty a school of bluefish. So throw out your line and join in the sport. The eelskin bait shows like a flash as it skims along the surface. Suddenly a "strike!" It makes your heart thump. For a moment you are not sure but that a shark has taken your hook. The line is so taut it cuts your fingers, but you don't mind that — you are too excited. Don't think you've lost him if the line becomes limp; but speedily gather in the slack until you feel him fighting on the other end. He will overrun the line and cut it if you don't look out. Pretty soon the fish leaps over the crest of a wave and falls back. Then you see that it is a bluefish— not a shark. Now you begin to pull in slowly, hand over hand, until you can reach over the side of the boat and whisk him in. He is a six-pounder, at least! If it is your first bluefish, you'll never forget the experience. A day of this kind of sport and what an appetite you'll have! And then to sit down to a feast of clam chowder, broiled fish, delicious lobster, fresh vegetables and other delicacies— a menu that even the most evilly disposed stomach could not find fault with. Here may the yachtsman measure paces with craft as speedy as his own. When you are told that on Buzzards Bay there are more than 2000 sailing craft, you will readily see how popular a sport is yachting. It is a pastime that is especially popular with women of the Buzzards Bay shore colonies. Almost every little community has its yacht club and there are several women in each of these flourishing organizations who are skillful sailors. Races between the various classes of craft on the Bay are regular weekly events of the summer life at the resorts. There are special classes in these regattas for boats sailed by women. Cups or pennants are the prizes for which these races are sailed and proud indeed is she who achieves one of these trophies as a token of her victory. It will be listed among her most cherished possessions, and when she returns to her home in the autumn, this souvenir of her skill as a sailor is sure to occupy a prominent place in her boudoir. Every day, clear or cloudy, the Bay is dotted with hun- dreds of boats, making an exceedingly charming sight. The most popular type of sailboat on Buzzards Bay is the center board, jib and mainsail craft, or "knockabout" as it is popularly termed. This boat has moderate sail area, is very weatherly, safe and fast. To cruise over the Bay in a "knockabout" is an extremely pleasant occupation of a summer's day. This placid Bay with its smooth beaches is a summer paradise for children. It is landlocked and for that reason perfectly safe from sudden squalls and violent winds. Beaches of hard, white sand, gently sloping, afford ideal bathing places for children. There is no surf or treacherous undertow. The temperature of the water averages about 74 degrees. It is fifteen degrees warmer than at Marblehead, Magnolia and other resorts north of Boston. This is a grand place for a lad to learn to swim and to sail a boat. There are many juvenile sailors along the shores of Buzzards Bay who are adepts in handling a sail- boat. If you want your boy to be sturdy, strong and self- reliant, let him spend a summer sailing over these waters. Children of summer visitors on the Bay practically live on the water. Tanned by sun and breeze, they gain a store of health and energy that lasts them the whole year through. The muscles of their arms and shoulders become well de- veloped and they learn to breath deeply. It is the combination of seashore and country life that makes Buzzards Bay such a charming place for a summer vacation. You have only to turn your back on one to face the other. The wide beaches, the beautiful walks and drives and the glorious climate make this Buzzards Bay country so attractive that folks who go there once go again another season and then look about for a site to build a home. Where only a few summers ago were weather- beaten old farm houses are now magnificent villas. Summer cottages, the owners call them, but summer palaces would be a more fitting appellation. To the man or woman who seeks rest and health- ful recreation any one of the score of picturesque villages that border the shores of the Bay offer a most inviting retreat. Whichever place your choose, you can make no mistake; it's only your personal viewpoint that is a factor. Wherever you go you will find a genuine welcome and a hospitality that will make you feel at home. There is a southern flavor to the socia life on Buzzards Bay. There is a delightul e.xchange of hospitali- ty among the members of the cottage colo- nies. These take the form of sailing parties, afternoon teas, dinner dances and moonlight e.xcursions on the Bay. Less informal, but equally delightful, are the clambakes and the basket picnics. These help to pass many pleasant hours during the summer. Almost every village has its little hotel or inn where you may obtain very good accommodations. If you prefer the quiet and privacy of a home you will find excellent board- ing cottages at each resort or you may rent a charming cottage fully furnished. You will be served with bountiful, well-cooked meals at these hotels or boarding places and you will be asked to pay suprisingly little for such su- perior accommodations. The Buzzards Bay folks who open \,heir homes to summer visitors will do their utmost to make your stay enjoyable. The drives inland offer a pleasant variation from the shore life. You'll find splendid roads wherever you go. There are miles and miles of driveways that are as smooth and hard as asphalt. Back in the country a little way, you penetrate large tracts of forest whose cathedral-like recesses are cool and refreshing on a summer's afternoon. A range of hills runs parallel with the easterly- shore of the Bay and from these eminences you get superb outlooks over sea and country. Just hitch up old Dobbin to a carryall, pile the children in, take a lunch along and go forth into the country. How you'll enjoy it! Pleasant supprises await you at almost every turn in the road. Just over yonder hill, you will probably come upon a beautiful lake. A little further on, through a clump of pines, you will get a glimpse of another lake. No matter in which direction you drive, ponds of fresh water are nearly always in sight. Fed by springs the water is always deliciously cold and refreshing. They abound in fish of many kinds, especially the delicious trout, small mouthed bass, pickerel and perch. Automobilists will find it a pleasure and a delight to tour this Buzzards Bay country. There are comfortable inns and well equipped garages that cater to the requirements of motor tourists. No golfer need lack for opportunity to enjoy his favorite pastime here. Other enthusiasts of the royal and ancient game have come here before him and have laid out splendid playing courses over fine stretches of country. At New Bedford, Mattapoisett, Wareham, Sippewisset and Woods Hole are links that will test your mettle, and while you play you breathe in the balmy breath of the sea. Tennis is a deservedly popular pastime here. Most of the hotels and the larger boarding cottages have laid out courts and they are almost constantly in play. At the Casino at Mattapoisett are splendid courts and at Marion the tennis enthusiasts have recently built an elegant clubhouse. Nearly every villa has its tennis court and as you drive along the shore roads, you see many a lively game in progress and hear the laughing chatter of merry young folks. Buzzards Bay is one of .the three magnificent bays of Massachusetts. It opens into the ocean about twenty miles east of Newport and stretches for thirty miles northeast. Just imagine this expanse! It varies in width from ten miles at it lower end to five miles at its upper end. The ma.ximum depth of the Bay is sixty feet. Within the Bay, close to the westerly shore, is a group of lovely islands— Gooseberry Island, West Island, Bird Island, Mashnee Island, Onset Island and Wicket's Island. Into the harbors of the north shore flow several small rivers — the Pamanset, Acushnet, the Mattapoisett, the Sippican, the Weweantet, the Wareham and the Monument. The gateway to Buzzards Bay from the ocean lies between Gooseberry Neck and the rocky end of Cuttyhunk. the most westerly of the Eliza- beth Islands. These islands separate the Bay on the south- east from Vineyard Sound. Between the islands are open- ings into the Bay. The right arm of Cape Cod forms the eastern shore of the Bay. On every side, the mainland bi-eaks into a series' of irregular points- "necks," as they are locally called. These necks form many intermediate coves and harbors. Buzzards Bay was first named Gosnold's Hope after Bartholomew Gosnold who discovered and christened Cape Cod and Marthas Vineyard. Gosnold sailed from Falmouth, England in 1602 with a party of thirty-two English colonists. He and his little band chose Cuttyhunk Island as a place of settlement. This was the first English settlement in New England — eighteen years before the coming of the Pilgrims. The name Gosnold's Hope did not cling to the Bay very long. Its present name was bestowed upon it because of the great number of fish-hawks which the early mariners saw there. These birds were erroneously supposed to be buzzards. For the tourist, New Bedford is the gateway to this Sum- mer Land. From New York the best way and the most com- fortable way of reaching New Bedford and the Buzzards Bay resorts is by steamer of the New Bedford Line. You arrive at New Bedford early in the morning after a very pleasant voyage by night on Long Island Sound, and a daylight sail on Buzzards Bay. You may travel by rail all the way if you ike. You leave New York from Grand Central Station and the train service provides for prompt connection to the Buzzards Bay resorts. New Bedford is the metropolis of Buzzards Bay. The appearance of the city, finely situated on the west hillside, is imposing and beautiful. Great cotton mills occupy most of the lower ground. The harbor is a wide estuary formed by the mouth of the Acushnet River. At its entrance is Fort Rodman, the only fortification on the Bay. The city lies "between green pastures on one side and the still waters of the river" on the other side. The wharves are reminders of the old days of the whale fishery. Many famous old whaling barks form picturesque groups in the docks, lying there unused, decaying slowly. Like stage coaches they are relics of a former day. A few whalers still sail from this port but you no longer see South Sea islanders and other strange types of sailor men roaming the streets. To-day New Bedford stands first in America in the manu- facture of fine cotton goods. Its mills have the capacity to manufacture a mile of fine cloth a minute. It is the largest fish shipping port between Boston and New York. South of New Bedford on the extreme westerly shore of the Bay are the attractive summer colonies of South Dart- mouth, Bayview, Nonquitt and Salters Point. South Dartmouth is four miles from New Bedford. It is a suburb of that city and the New Bedford Yacht Club has its station and clubhouse here. Three miles further south and you glimpse the red roofs of the pretty village of Nonquitt. Here are the summer homes of many prominent Washington, Kansas City and New Bedford families. It is a quiet, restful spot, associated with the pa- thetic close of General Phil Sheridan's life. Further along the shore is Salters Point, a favorite sum- mering place for New Bedford folks. Salt making was a thriv- ing industry here half a century ago. From Bayview, Nonquitt and Salters Point you get a mag- nificent view of the beauties of the wide expanse of the lower Bay and the ocean, the Elizabeth Islands and the undulating landscape of the Round Hills. A score or more well known artists have established summer homes at those resorts. Starting from here we shall make a tour of Buzzards Bay. Returning to New Bedford, we cross to Fairhaven by a long bridge, which takes the place of three similar structures that were washed away in great galeg. This bridge crosses two islands on its way over. If you arrive in New Bedford by steamer of the New Bedford Line, you have only to step from the steamer to a ferryboat which transports you to Fairhaven. You land right at the railroad station and find the train awaiting to transport you to Buzzards Bay resorts. You get a fine view up the Acushnet River and down the harbor as you cross. You'll notice the projections or pockets that jut out from piers of the Fairhaven bridge. They were built as a convenience for anglers. F A I R H AV E N Fairhaven is worthy of its attractive name. It was once a part of the town of New Bedford, but was divided off in 1812 because of the poHtical differences of the residents. The New Bedforders were federalists and the Fairhaveners were Jeffersonian democrats. Towering elms overarch the streets, giving a cool and most inviting aspect. The village has magnificent roads, which were constructed under the supervision of Mr. H. H. Rogers, a native of the town and its most liberal benefactor. He gave to Fairhaven a fine high school, church, library and a town hall and built a very luxurious hotel. On both sides of the road to Fort Phoeni.x is his handsome estate. You will want to run down and inspect curious old Fort Phoenix on Fort Point. The view of the Bay that you get from this spot is well worth the journey. Just to the east- ward of Fort Point and projecting far into the Bay is Sconticut Neck, off the eastern shore of which is West Island, the largest island in the Bay with the e.xception of the Eliza- beth Islands. It is superbly sit- uated, beautifully wooded and needs but little development to transform it into a paradise of summer homes. At Fairhaven we take a train of the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad to Mattapoisett. M ATTAPOISETT As the train hurries on, charming glimpses of the Bay on one side and restful country villages on the other are spread before us. Mattapoisett is the Indian name for rest. There is a magnificent harbor here, easy of entrance and beautiful from every side. The village is on the north shore. Here live many retired sea captains, who are enjoying a restful life after many years of peril on the ocean. Many old-fashioned, roomy houses with long sloping roofs, small windows and pillared doorways give an aspect of comfort to the place. For the en- tertainment of summer visitors as well as for the year around residents, Mattapoisett has built a very pretty Casino. In the morning and again in the evening this is the favorite gathering place of visitors and villagers during the summer- time. Dances at the Casino are pleasant events of the season, and many find pleasure in the tennis matches. The golf links at the reservation are splendidly maintained. Approach to the harbor lies between long points of land which stretch out their guarding arms on each side. One is Ned's Point which has a lighthouse, and the other is called "The Neck," for short. The Indians named it Autassawa- muck Neck. Under sunny or cloudy skies or by moonlight the harbor is always beautiful. Fresh southwest breezes temper the heat of the midsummer day. Here are grand opportunities for bathing, boating and fishing, and you'll find plenty of shellfish on the shore. There is a smooth, sand beach for public bathing. Out in the harbor are the yachts, their white sails glistening in the sun. Every aspect of the summer life here is alluring, Canoeing enthusiasts will delight in the opportunity for the enjoyment of this sport which the Mattapoiset river affords. This pretty stream, twelve miles long, flows from Snippatuit Pond in the town of Rochester. It was the course taken by the Indians to the seashore where they made their clambakes. Where the river begins to widen is a romantic spot known as Lovers' Bridge. This is a rustic log footway which was the trysting place for an Indian maiden and her lover. If you tire of the sea — does anybody ever tire of the sea? — go ramble along the country roads. The perfume of the sweet fern and the odorous pines will greet your nostrils and wild cherry trees will afford grateful shade. Take a stroll down the Neck road and you will get a fine view of the villiage and the curving shore line dotted with villas, with the gleam- ing lighthouses in the distance. There are many beautiful drives in and about the town. MARION Equally as attractive as Mattapoisett as a summering place and enjoying as delightful a situation is Marion, a pleas- ant little villiage four miles distant from Mattapoisett. Marion and Mattapoisett were once part of the town of Rochester. Both are in Plymouth County as is also Wareham, a peaceful little village at the head of the Bay. Rochester town had its beginning in 1679 when thirty men bought seventy square miles of territory from the Old County Court in order to build homes. Wareham was set off from Rochester in 1739. Marion is charmingly situated on Sippican harbor. The Sippican river forms ihe north boundary of the town. It joins Weweantet river at the mouth of the latter. There is a fascination about this little place that puts you under its spell and you are content to linger there and shut out the whole world. From appreciative summer residents the town has received many benefactions, among them an academy, public library, museum and a chapel. Many beauti- ful summer homes have been built here by wealthy families of St. Louis, Chicago, Philadelphia, Buffalo and Boston. Silver Shell Beach is the poetic name given to the public bathing ground. All along the shore of the harbor you will find quahaugs, scallops and shell fish. Out in deep water the fishing is excellent. < Here, as at Mattapoisett, you will see scores of yachts riding at their moorings or flitting here and there over the smooth waters. At the easterly entrance to Sippiean Harbor is Bird Island. The lighthouse on this island is one of the familiar beacons by which yachtsmen mark their course. Prettily situated just inside the harbor is Ram Island, also known as Aries Island. Back of Marion, the landscape has a rural beauty all its own. For a long drive, take the fifteen mile circuit through Marion and old Rochester. Between Marion and Mattapoisett is Aueoot Cove, a pretty little harbor. It will remind you of an Adirondack pool. There is a magnificent stretch of macadam road that encircles the Bay. For miles this road passes through forests of pine and oak. Now and then a curve in the road re- veals glimpses of the sparkling sea. State roads branch ofl" from this shore highway. These are the roads for which Massachu- setts is famous. If you are inter- ested in geology the neighborhood from Fairhaven to Marion and beyond will arouse your interest. Tumbled about in the fields you will see immense bowlders and smaller rock deposits that have been hurled down from the White Mountains, two hundred miles away, by mighty glacial forces. One of the largest of these bowlders is Ward's Rock, almost on the dividing line between Fairhaven and Mattapoisett. In Marion is a huge bowlder which has been named Minister's Rock. Around this the Indians held pow-wows. It was the pulpit of the Rev. Samuel Shiverick, a noted missionary among the Indiansin Pilgrim days. At Mattapoisett is one of the largest bowlders in New England. It is 42 feet high and 36 feet wide. You will want to see the stone called the Devil's foot and also the Dumpling Rock which a man may move with one hand but which a score of the strong- est men have vainlv tried to roll from its base. ONSET From Marion we embark in a motor boat for a cruise to Onset Bay. We pass mirthful parties of young folks in bath- ing suits, setting forth in canoes and catboats for a day's sport on the water. Their faces and arms are tanned a ruddy brown. What appetites they'll have when they return! Rounding Great Neck Point we pass Bird Island and its lighthouse. Great Hill looms up over Great Neck Point. It is 127 feet high and is a noted landmark for sailors. Here the Bay begins to narrow. In these waters thrive the Buz- zards Bay oysters, famous for their size and flavor. The oyster beds are worked under licenses granted by the towns bordering the Bay and they are as carefully surveyed, plotted and cultivated as farmers' fields on land. We are now approaching the northeastern shore of the Bay. We are in sight of Indian Neck and Tempest Knob, on the wooded shores of which are the summer residents of many well known Boston families. Leaving Indian Neck and the Knob, on the right we enter Wareham River, a wide and / \ meandering stream of much beauty, and come to the village of Wareham. Here are the stately homes of the ironmasters of the Colonial days. It is quite a business centre and has a national bank and a savings bank. The surrounding country is a paradise for trout fishermen. The Plymouth ponds are within easy reach. The old historic town of Plymouth is a convenient distance by rail from Wareham and driving parties frequently make pilgrimages there. Emerging from the Wareham River and continuing our course easterly.we pass Mashnee Island on the right as we enter Onset Bay. On the shores of these waters is the village of Onset, a summer colony founded by Spiritualists. It has lost to a great extent its distinctive character as a religious community. In a pleasant forest of oak are hundreds of small cottages and quite a number of pretentious villas. Nearby on the northerly shore of Onset Bay is Point Independence, a a flourishing summer colony. Many of its members are well known Thespians. BUZZARDS BAY Passing out from Onset Bay, we point our course toward the head of the Bay. Steering northeasterly, we reach the village of Buzzards Bay. Here we meet the rushing waters of Cohasset Narrows. Our little craft passes under the rail- way and highway bridges. Glancing north, above a forest of dense growth, your eye glimpses the wooded hills and red tile roofs of Crow's Nest, the estate of the late Joseph Jeffer- son. The famous actor lived an idyllic life here. He is buried in the adjoining town of Sandwich. A massive bowlder marks his resting place- Now laying our course southward, we come to the mouth of Monument river, on the banks of which is the site of the old trading post where barter was carried on be- tween the Dutchsettlers of New York and the English colonists. This is to be the westerly terminus of the Cape Cod Canal. Monument is a corruption of the Indian name Manomet. The Cape Cod Ship canal begins here. The tempting narrowness of Cape Cod at this point has been the incentive of many projects for uniting the waters of Buzzards Bay with Cape Cod Bay. As early as the days of George Wash- ington, the plan for the Cape Cod Canal was seriously con- sidered. A letter written by Washington on this subject recently came to light. MONUMENT BEACH At the junction of Monument River and the Bay on the southerly side is Gray Gables, the extensive estate of the late Grover Cleveland. Continuing a southerly course, we pass Rocky Point and reach Monument Beach. The northerly part is a colony of modest cottages. Off here is a yacht- ing rendezvous. Elaborate homes occupy the southerly section and also Toby's Island, just opposite the resort. The beach of clean, white sand about a mile in length and wholly free from stones is one of the principal attractions of the resort. You may enjoy bathing here under the most ideal conditions. You will enjoy the drives from Monument Beach into the country. You pass many splendid estates and you would imagine that this was a bit of Newport. The lawns may not be as smooth aud velvety as those at Newport or Lenox but their green is bright enough to form a beautiful contrast with the turquoise blue of the Bay beyond. The magnificent macadam roads will delight the heart of the automobilist. They are most diligently repaired and are maintained in excellent condition from year to year. Just south of Monument Beach is Pocasset, a lively sum- mer colony. The charm of a summer evening along this part of the shore is irresistible. You sometimes see four sunsets of a summer's night. You see a crimson one flaring in the west and one of rose red in the east. Lying over a purple sea to the southwest you see another and in the north the sky is splashed with pale green. The summer glories of Buzzards Bay have lured many artists to its shores. Let us continue our little excursion along the shore. As we glide out toward the Bay in the stiff little motors-boat, you see a score of racing craft flitting about. This is regatta day. They are manoeuvering for position, awaiting the signal gun to start. The Beverly Yacht Club is at Wing's Neck nearby and these races are regular events of the summer season. The Beverly Yacht Club was organized in 1872 with Mr. Edward Burges. a famous yacht designer, as commodore. The Club was originally located at Beverly, Mass., but owing to the removal of a majority of its members to Buz- zards Bay, the club likewise moved. Clever sailing and able seamanship feature the inter- regattas that are held between the Beverly Yacht Club, the Sippican Yacht Club, of Marion and the New Bedford Yacht Club. They are very exciting events indeed and always bring out a large gathering of spectators. Now we skim past the wooded shores and heights of Wing's Neck, a sightly elevation, at the extreme end of which is Wing's Neck Light. The de- velopment of this property as a place of summer residence has been eminently successful. We pass Wing's Neck and approach the little haven of Pocasset harbor. Wing's Neck forms the northerly shore. C ATAU MET Lying within Scraggy Neck on the easterly shore is Cataumet, a summer colony composed of people of refinement and quiet tastes. The drives inland, the beautiful views of the shore and water and the excellent facilities for yachting that the harbor and open Bay afford combine to make Pocasset and Cataumet delightful places of retreat in summer. Passing out from Pocasset harbor, we make a swing around Scraggy Neck into Cataumet harbor, catching alluring glimpses of the summer colony of Megansett on the bluff. MEGANSETT This place has had a very rapid growth, nearly two hun- . dred cottages having been erected here within a few years. The man of moderate means may enjoy the advantages of a summer residence here for a very reasonable sum. You may rent a cottage for the season for about what it would cost you and your family to spend a fortnight at some fashonable hotel. Megansett has a casino, which is an active center of social life. A little farther along, we pass a small cluster of atti-act- ive cottages at Wild Harbor. At the head of this harbor is Silver Beach, one of the newer settlements that appeal particularly to people of moderate means. Megansett, Wild Harbor and Silver Beach are reached from the railroad station at North Falmouth. Now we come to the harbor of West Falmouth. This is a natural harbor which has recently been dredged and deepened by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. It affords a most de- sirable anchorage for yachts. At the southerly entrance to this harbor is Chapoquoit. Many prominent yachtsmen live here. It is a run of four miles to Quamquissett harbor, called Quissett harbor for short. On the way we pass Sippewisset with its hotel and golf links and a growing cottage colony. Quissett is a charming little resort, situated on a natural harbor of much beauty. An atmosphere of quiet exclusive- ness pervades Quissett. It lies midway between Falmouth and Woods Hole and may be reached from either station. Sippewisset is reached from Falmouth station. Leaving Quissett we lay our course around a peninsula at the tip end of the easterly shore. This is known as Penzance. It bears the same relation to Falmouth as old Penzance does to Falmouth, England. Throught a strait between this pen- insula and Naushon Island, one of the Elizabeth group, we enter Woods Hole and Great Harbor. WOODS HOLE Woods Hole — a good old seaboard name for a town— is perched here on Land's End. at the southwest corner of Cape Cod. Its inhabitants have spread before them magnifi- cent outlooks over the waters of Buzzards Bay and Vine- yard Sound. Looking off to the south, you plainly see the shining buffs of Marthas Vineyard which lies across Vine- yard Sound, four miles from the mainland. It is quite a busy port in summer. Steamers ply regularly between Woods Hole and New Bedford, Marthas Vineyard and Nantucket. Because of the infinite variety of marine life, unequalled elsewhere along the coast, a laboratory and fish hatchery has been established here by the United States Government. Woods Hole is pre-eminent as the golf centre of Buzzards Bay. The Woods Hole Golf Club has laid out a fine course over a ridge of hills, overlooking both the sound and the Bay and the privileges of the course maybe enjoyed by visitors. The course is kept in first-class condition. You may play golf to your hearts content here. On the harbor front, the yachtsmen of Woods Hole have a modest clubhouse. Much of the social ife of the nearby resorts centers at the Yacht Club and Golf Club. Woods Hole is the end of our little voyage over Buzzards Bay. It does not mark the end of our journey, though, for we have yet to visit other villages in Falmouth town, namely Falmouth proper, "the Heights" and Waquoit, both the later being reached by stage from Falmouth. These places are not on Buzzards Bay, to be sure, but forming as they do part of the township of Falmouth, they may properly be considered here. Like a puckering string, the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad draws together North Falmouth, West Falmouth, Falmouth and Woods Hole. Woods Hole is the terminus of the Buzzards Bay branch. These places are all within the boundaries of Falmouth township. Each has its post office. Each has its own particular charm as a summer refuge for rest, quiet and comfort. Fahnouth township was incorporated in 1686. Falmouth village is on Vineyard Sound. It is only three ©CU30n528 and one-half miles by rail from Woods Hole. The village has a fascination all its own for the city dweller. Grouped around the beautiful village green are comfortable, old- fashioned residences. Towering elm trees form a shady arch down the main street. It is a quiet, satisfying life that Fal- mouth folks lead and you quickly get into the spirit of it. The drives, the beautiful view of Vineyard Sound, with the immense number of vessels passing to and fro, the unsurpassed facilities for boating and bathing unite to make this section one of the most pleasant locations for summer homes that you can imagine. Falmouth Heights occupies an ideal location on a bluff overlooking Vineyard Sound and is one of the most popular retreats along these shores. At the foot of the bluff is a fine bathing beach which is owned by the town. T/iis is the story of Buzzards Bay —a sumnii:riitg place %vhere a man ^'— "* store of health and hid and S02tl. Here ?• moods Here you . at any of the widely One copy del. to Cat. 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