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the heat of the sun was frequently tempered by 

 clouds through which he came down upon us as 

 through smoked glass, darkly. Some of the good 

 folk thought it necessary to climb to the top of 

 Gurnard's Head in order to keep themselves 

 warm. We sat on the hill facing it, and felt warm 

 enough without scrambling up those lofty rocks. 

 When we had absorbed the view, without actually 

 touching the rocks, we were wafted away on the 

 four-horse car towards St. Ives, and many a pretty 

 moorland picture did we see as our team climbed 

 up and down the hills. St. Ives Bay, always 

 beautiful, had put a hazy veil over its beauty, so 

 that now we could see it only in part, the distance 

 towards the lighthouse being almost invisible. 



We returned to Penzance by another route ; the 

 scenery now changed from wild moorland to rich 

 and fertile fields of corn, cabbages, and green 

 meadows a very interesting drive. 



August 4. To-day we drove across the island 

 from the south to the north of that part of 

 England which lies between the English and the 

 St. George's Channel from Penzance to St. Just, 

 or, rather, to the celebrated Levant tin and copper 

 mine, which extends under the sea outwards for 

 about two miles. Altogether, the various levels 

 now at work extend in different directions for 

 about forty miles. It is one of the very few mines 

 now at work, and, after some years of severe 

 losses, it appears to be recovering, and produces, 

 at the time, a satisfactory dividend. About six 



