82 OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL 



Presently, as we drive round the Castle of 

 Pendennis, and looking along the coast westward, 

 we catch a glimpse in the distance of the Manacles, 

 the fatal rocks on which the Paris came to grief. 



A very charming drive we had along the cliffs 

 as far as a fresh-water lake called Swan Pool, 

 which is only separated from the sea by a sand 

 bar and the roadway. 



We saw as much of Falmouth as could be seen 

 in an hour's drive, and we concluded that it is a 

 town "beautiful for situation," and certainly pos- 

 sesses many attractions. 



August i. To-day we went on a search expedition 

 to find a marvellous rock dedicated to the Devil. 

 We had difficulty in finding it, because few of 

 the people we met had ever heard of such a wicked 

 thing ; and yet, in its way, it is a curiosity well 

 worth a long walk. We found it half buried in 

 bushes, though a very prominent object, on the 

 brow of a hill overlooking the village of Newlyn. 

 It consists of an enormous stack of broken granite 

 rocks, and, like "flies in amber," one "wonders 

 how the devil it got there," except on the suppo- 

 sition that his sable majesty had carried it upon his 

 back in a net from the depths below, and in order 

 to rest himself had there thrown it down, and the 

 fall had caused it to break into a confused mass of 

 immense boulders. This impression is confirmed 

 by the undoubted fact that on all the outer surfaces 

 of the rocks are very clearly traceable the strongly- 

 marked crossed lines, having all the appearance 



