“There we lay, till next day.
In the Bay of Biscay O!”
A little south of east was Palos, where Columbus weighed anchor, and
farther yet the pillars which Hercules set up; concerning which when we
inquired at the top of our voices what was written on them,—for we had
the morning sun in our faces, and could not see distinctly,—the
inhabitants shouted _Ne plus ultra_ (no more beyond), but the wind bore
to us the truth only, _plus ultra_ (more beyond), and over the Bay
westward was echoed _ultra_ (beyond). We spoke to them through the surf
about the Far West, the true Hesperia, ἕω πέρας or end of the day, the
This Side Sundown, where the sun was extinguished in the _Pacific_, and
we advised them to pull up stakes and plant those pillars of theirs on
the shore of California, whither all our folks were gone,—the only _ne_
plus ultra now. Whereat they looked crestfallen on their cliffs, for we
had taken the wind out of all their sails.
We could not perceive that any of their leavings washed up here, though
we picked up a child’s toy, a small dismantled boat, which may have
been lost at Pontevedra.
The Cape became narrower and narrower as we approached its wrist
between Truro and Provincetown, and the shore inclined more decidedly
to the west. At the head of East Harbor Creek, the Atlantic is
separated but by half a dozen rods of sand from the tide-waters of the
Bay. From the Clay Pounds the bank flatted off for the last ten miles
to the extremity at Race Point, though the highest parts, which are
called “islands” from their appearance at a distance on the sea, were
still seventy or eighty feet above the Atlantic, and afforded a good
view of the latter, as well as a constant view of the Bay, there being
no trees nor a hill sufficient to interrupt it. Also the sands began to
invade the land more and more, until finally they had entire possession
from sea to sea, at the narrowest part. For three or four miles between
Truro and Provincetown there were no inhabitants from shore to shore,
and there were but three or four houses for twice that distance.
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