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Across a smooth stretch of bay dotted with tiny islets, past cliffs with great black fissures in the side; through a narrow channel between grim reefs and the ragged shore, went the _Togo_. Never a house did they pass. Never another boat did they meet. For Round Robin was hidden in an entirely wild part of the shore, too far from Old Harbor to suit most city people. The branch road ended at the Batchelders' place. Beyond was wilderness. It was this very wildness that the Batchelders and their friends liked most; and because of it they had chosen this spot for their summer camp.
"Of course you know this Bay was once a great place for Indians? " said Dick, who came from an Indian-frequented part of the country. But Anne knew nothing of Indians and their history. "They had a village somewhere along here, Hugh says; Hugh is great on history. And out on that island away off there," Reddy pointed into the misty east, "there was a terrible massacre once."