Clarkson P. Bearse

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Clarkson P. Bearse The tragedy of Monomoy Beach (1943)

This was the old sailing days and there was a tremendous fleet of those freighters or coasters as we called them, all rigs, sloop rigs, two-masted schooners, three-masted schooners, four-masted schooners, brigs and barks. Anyone who knows anything about the old sailing days knows that it was almost an impossibility to beat down over Nantucket Shoals when the wind was to the east or north as it is so often here on Cape Cod.
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Clarkson P. Bearse The tragedy of Monomoy Beach (1943)

In 1902 halfway down from Chatham to Point Rip stood the old Monomoy Lifesaving Station. Four miles from the Chatham Station, four miles from Point Rip, where it stands today discarded and deserted. There it stands today amid the sand dunes and the hollows, a grim reminder of the tragedy of Monomoy Beach. In 1915 the Life Saving Service was absorbed by the Coast Guard and today if a young fellow wishes to become a coastguardsman even though he has never been out over the surf in an open boat, he sends in an application.
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Clarkson P. Bearse The tragedy of Monomoy Beach (1943)

Its topographic makeup is sand dunes and hollows, hollows and sand dunes, all sizes and shapes, and the sand continues to blow and shift. Today there is a sand dune, tonight a dry gale of wind, tomorrow a piece of level ground. Today there is a piece of level ground, tonight a sand storm, tomorrow a hollow. So it is, year in and year out. The sand continues to blow and shift.
Monomoy Beach is bounded on the east by the broad Atlantic, and the seas—the seas—the seas roll in from an expanse of three thousand miles and break and pound and roar upon the strand in an unbroken line.
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