92 OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL 



knowing the pool and its surroundings, he could 

 and would have put me "up to the ropes," and 

 together we should have played the very deuce 

 with the trout but he came not, being lured 

 northward 



"Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed." 



During our short stay at the Land's End we 

 have seen as much as we could of the rock-bound 

 coasts of England's Toe and Heel. The north 

 side from New Quay to Tintagel is still a closed 

 book to us, and now we are told on all hands that 

 the grandest and noblest scenery is there to be 

 found. Personally I would gladly have fished 

 more and explored less, but I am not alone. I 

 have shared in the amusements of my two lady 

 companions, and we all regretfully bid farewell to 

 West Cornwall. 



By us the north-east coast of Cornwall must 

 still retain its grandeur and its mystery unseen. 



