end there must be Tol-Pedn-Penwith."




CHAPTER II.

TREVENNACK.


It was a stiff, hot climb to the top of the cliff; but as soon as he
reached it, Eustace Le Neve gazed about him, enchanted at the outlook.
He was not in love with Cornwall, as far as he'd seen it yet; and to
say the truth, except in a few broken seaward glens, that high and
barren inland plateau has little in it to attract or interest anyone,
least of all a traveler fresh from the rich luxuriance of South
American vegetation. But the view that burst suddenly upon Eustace Le
Neve's eye as he gained the summit of that precipitous serpentine
bluff fairly took his breath away. It was a rich and varied one. To
the north and west loomed headland after headland, walled in by steep
crags, and stretching away in purple perspective toward Marazion, St.
Michael's Mount, and the Penzance district. To the south and east huge
masses of fallen rock lay tossed in wild confusion over Kynance Cove
and the neighboring bays, with the bare boss of the Rill and the
Rearing Horse in the foreground. Le Neve stood and looked with open
eyes of delight. It was the first beautiful view he had seen since he
came to Cornwall; but this at least was beautiful, almost enough so to
compensate for his first acute disappointment at the barrenness and
gloom of the Lizard scenery.