62 THE LAND'S END 



too, like the frost-afflicted birds, gathered in thousands 

 and sat crowded in every headland and promontory 

 and every stony hill summit, ever turning their worn 

 dusty faces and glazed eyes to the east to watch for 

 the coming of the foe the strong, fiendish, broad- 

 faced, blue-eyed men with metal weapons in their 

 hands, spear and sword and battle-axe. 



These are the people I think about on dark tem- 

 pestuous evenings in this solitary place ; Bolerium is 

 haunted by the vast ghostly multitude. 





