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Updated: June 4, 2025
By the time supper was over it was night, serene and moonless, yet brilliant with stars. The still waters of Buzzard's Bay lay like a burnished mirror, reflecting the sparkling canopy above in a corresponding arch below. The unbroken forest frowned along the shore, sublime in its solitude, and from its depths could only be heard the lonely cry of the birds of darkness.
She has kissed me often of her own will." And then my spirit did return. "That does not concern me." He lifted his great lip. "You are indulgent." The flies buzzed odiously. The Englishman was gloating over me, his great head craned forward like a buzzard's. My brain took fire. "I am not indulgent," I said slowly, with my throat dry. "I am wise. She has kissed you, yes.
Now that he had got there, however, he didn't know exactly what to do; his course seemed rather less easy than it had done when, suddenly, the night before, tired, sick of the city-air, and hungry for a holiday, he decided to take the next morning's train to Boston, and there take another to the shores of Buzzard's Bay.
And all the time Winnenap' carried those buzzard's eggs in the slack of his single buckskin garment! Young Shoshones are like young quail, knowing without teaching about feeding and hiding, and learning what civilized children never learn, to be still and to keep on being still, at the first hint of danger or strangeness. As for food, that appears to be chiefly a matter of being willing.
For more than ten generations the forebears of this hard-bitten mariner have followed the sea in its various ramifications. The first Triplett was one of the companions of Goswold who, in 1609, wintered on Cuttyhunk Island in Buzzard's Bay. From then on the members of this hardy New England family have earned positions of trust and honor.
In all ways the life was most primitive, and happily continued so for many years. In, these early days Grover Cleveland and his bride had a cottage there, and he and Joseph Jefferson, who lived at Buzzard's Bay, and my father went on daily fishing excursions.
This absorbing business of building wooden vessels was scattered in almost every bay and river of the indented coast from Nova Scotia to Buzzard's Bay and the sheltered waters of Long Island Sound. It was not restricted, as now, to well-equipped yards with crews of trained artisans. Hard by the huddled hamlet of log houses was the row of keel-blocks sloping to the tide.
"Keep a-settin', you buzzard's whelp!" he sneered; "keep a-settin'! Latimer's out to git you. You know it eh? You've knowed it right along pretendin' not to. 'Drag' Harlan bah! Gunslinger with a record an' caught a-settin'. Caught with the goods on, sneakin' in here, tryin' to ketch a man unawares. "Bah! Don't I know what you're here for? It's me!
What difference does it make to a passenger, I'd like to know, whether he is a few hours less or longer in getting to California or Japan or Manila or Hongkong or Buzzard's Gulch, provided he is safe and you know there has not been an accident on the division for a year, Marion. There's a step now. I'll bet that's George!" The door opened and it was George.
Captain Church went from Plymouth to Wood's Hole in Falmouth, and there engaged two friendly Indians to paddle him in a canoe across Buzzard's Bay, and along the shore to Rhode Island. As he was rounding the neck of land called Saconet Point, he saw a number of Indians fishing from the rocks.
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