Harriet Martineau,
Retrospect of Western Travel, Volume 2…
“ It was October when I visited Nahant, and all the gay birds of the summer had flown. I was not sorry for this, [Pg 156] for fine people may be seen just as well in places where they are less in the way than on this rock. Nahant is a promontory which stretches out into the bay a few miles north of Boston; or it might rather be called two islands, connected with each other and with the mainland by ridges of sand and pebbles. The outermost of the islands is the larger, and it measures rather above a mile and a half in circumference. ”
