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the same as the evening before, but after all the nice things he had said about Bar Harbor [[strikethrough]] the evening before [[/strikethrough]], nature seemed to contrived them flatly.

You have to get off and go on the boat before evening, and this we did at about nine being quite late. It was very hard to see much of the scenery, for the fog was becoming thicker all the time. But I could distinguish mountains all around.

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On one side of Bar Harbor is Trenchman's Bay and on the other side the Atlantic. We were then on the Bay, which is very pretty on a fine day as I saw when we came home. Scattered about at different distances are [[strikethrough]] large [[/strikethough]] islands which seem to be completely made of rocks; these have thousands of pine trees growing right down to the very edge. But strange to say instead of sloping down to the waters they seem to remain straight then ascend
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