Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2) — John Shaqi
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
History
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
The river penetrates from the Potomac some twelve miles inland, where
it terminates in little forked bays which wash the base of the woody
hills. St. George's Island stretches half across its mouth, forming a
screen by which the course of the Potomac is partly concealed from
view. From this island, looking northward, up St. Mary's river, the eye
rests upon a glittering sheet of water about a league in breadth,
bounded on either shore by low meadow-grounds and cultivated fields
girt with borders of forest; whilst in the distance, some two leagues
upward, interlocking promontories, with highlands in their rear, and
cedar-crowned cliffs and abrupt acclivities which shut in the channel,
give to the river the features of a lake. St. Inigoe's creek, flowing
into the river upon the right hand, along the base of these cliffs,
forms by its southern shore a flat, narrow and grass-clad point, upon
which the ancient Jesuit House of the patron saint whose name
distinguishes the creek, throws up, in sharp relief, its chateau-like
profile, together with its windmill, its old trees, barns and
cottages,--the whole suggesting a resemblance to a strip of pasteboard
scenery on a prolonged and slender base line of green.
When the voyager from the island has trimmed his sail and reached the
promontories which formed his first perspective, the river, now reduced
to a gun-shot in width, again opens to his view a succession of little
bays, intercepted by more frequent headlands and branching off into
sinuous creeks that lose themselves in the hills. Here and there,
amongst these creeks, a slender beach of white sand separates from its
parent flood a pool, which reposes like a mirror in the deep forest;
and all around, high hills sweep down upon these placid lakes, and
disclose half-embowered cottages, whose hoary roofs and antique forms
turn the musings of the spectator to the palmy days of the Lord
Proprietary.
A more enchanting landscape than St. Mary's river,--a lovelier
assemblage of grassy bank and hoary grove, upland slope, cliff, cot and
strand, of tangled brake and narrow bay, broad, seaward road-stead and
air-suspended cape, may not be found beneath the yearly travel of the
sun!
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