230 A BOOK ABOUT THE GARDEN. 



ing, it may be, the announcement made by Archi- 

 medes, that if he had a lever long enough, and a 

 fulcrum strong enough, he could move the world, 

 came ashore with a boat's crew, and, with a certain 

 amount of engineering science and an unlimited 

 amount of muscle and pluck, he dislodged the 

 Logan. Whereupon such a commotion was raised 

 in the district, as when the silversmiths at Ephesus 

 were perturbed in spirit because their craft was in 

 danger, and though this was an afterthought, their 

 goddess was insulted, that the young sailor was 

 severely reprimanded by the authorities, ordered to 

 replace, and did replace, the stone. And then, it is 

 gratifying to know, he made a virtuous resolve that 

 nothing should induce him to contract a habit of 

 upsetting Logan Stones, and he kept it to his dying 

 day. 



I saw the white gulls hovering around the great 

 granite rocks of our Land's End and admiring their 

 wives, who were detained at home on urgent private 

 affairs, and for once in an excursive life was allowed 

 to enjoy an interesting view without that chattering 

 abomination called a guide. No one bored me with 

 statements which I knew as well as he ; no one came 

 to explain the difference between a kittiwake and a 

 scissor-bill and expected a shilling ; no one pressed 

 me to purchase blurred, grimy, thirty-second-rate 

 photographs, conchological specimens, or lemonade. 

 I turned my face from the kittiwakes towards home. 



