As we passed along we observed the inhabitants engaged in curing either
fish or the coarse salt hay which they had brought home and spread on
the beach before their doors, looking as yellow as if they had raked it
out of the sea. The front-yard plots appeared like what indeed they
were, portions of the beach fenced in, with Beach-grass growing in
them, as if they were sometimes covered by the tide. You might still
pick up shells and pebbles there. There were a few trees among the
houses, especially silver abeles, willows, and balm-of-Gileads; and one
man showed me a young oak which he had transplanted from behind the
town, thinking it an apple-tree. But every man to his trade. Though he
had little woodcraft, he was not the less weatherwise, and gave us one
piece of information; viz., he had observed that when a thunder-cloud
came up with a flood-tide it did not rain. This was the most completely
maritime town that we were ever in. It was merely a good harbor,
surrounded by land dry, if not firm,—an inhabited beach, whereon
fishermen cured and stored their fish, without any back country. When
ashore the inhabitants still walk on planks. A few small patches have
been reclaimed from the swamps, containing commonly half a dozen square
rods only each. We saw one which was fenced with four lengths of rail;
also a fence made wholly of hogshead-staves stuck in the ground. These,
and such as these, were all the cultivated and cultivable land in
Provincetown. We were told that there were thirty or forty acres in
all, but we did not discover a quarter part so much, and that was well
dusted with sand, and looked as if the desert was claiming it. They are
now turning some of their swamps into Cranberry Meadows on quite an
extensive scale.
[Illustration: A cranberry meadow]
Yet far from being out of the way, Provincetown is directly in the way
of the navigator, and he is lucky who does not run afoul of it in the
dark. It is situated on one of the highways of commerce, and men from
all parts of the globe touch there in the course of a year.
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