Twice Told Tales: Footprints on the Sea-Shore
by Nathaniel Hawthome
A greeting and a homage to the Seal I descend over its margin, and
dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-
resounding roar is Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a
blessing along with it. Now let us pace together-the reader's fancy
arm in arm with mine-this noble beach, which extends a mile or more
from that craggy promontory to yonder rampart of broken rocks. In
front, the sea; in the rear, a precipitous bank, the grassy verge of which
is breaking away, year after year, and fings down its tufts of verdure
upon the barenness below. The beach itself is a broad space of sand,
brown and sparkling, with hardly any pebbles intermixed. Near the
water's edge there a wet margin, which glistens brightly in the
sunshine, and reflects objects like a mimor, and as we tread along the
glistening border, a dry spot flashes around each footstep, but grows
moist again, as we lift our feet. In some spots, the sand receives a
complete impression of the sole, square toe and all; elsewhere it is of
such marble firmness, that we must stamp heavily to leave a print even
of the iron-shod heel
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Select the correct answer
Which detail from the passage could most likely be shown in a visual representation?
A
Ocean's voice of welcome
B.
a precipitous bank, the grassy verge
OC.
the reader's fancy arm in arm with mine
OD. His salt breath