BACK ON CARN BREA 107 



and In part realised his dream, tearing up and 

 down the level foreshore and spurning the sand 

 as he went. It looked as though he would never 

 tire, his sinews seemed to be of steel ; but at 

 length he withdrew and betook himself to the 

 feeding-ground. 



Dawn after dawn he returned to the dunes. 

 Dusk after dusk he enjoyed his gallop, till one 

 night he discovered the cat and two kittens 

 crouching beside the path he always left by. 

 Then, rather than run the risk of capture, he 

 decided to forsake the delightful spot and return 

 to the hill. True to his resolve, he was at 

 Carn Brea on the morrow, and to his joy found 

 the seat much drier than he expected. Better, 

 however, had he gone anywhere else, for as 

 things chanced he was to be the harassed 

 spectator of a terrible affray between his two 

 most dreaded enemies, the final scene in the 

 drama that began to unfold itself soon after he 

 was ensconced. 



The dawn was clear despite the grey sky, 

 with only a belt of mist here and there on the 

 lowland to interrupt his watch for the night- 

 prowlers returning to their lair. The scanning 

 of the moor was his constant practice, because 

 of the haunting dread he had of being stumbled 

 on by homing fox or fitchet; in fact, he never 



