150 CORNISH DEDICATIONS. 



The spring is that at Tregoth, and a very fine spring it is. 

 It has been enclosed and conducted by a drain pipe to flow into a 

 large tank, that is walled round. 



Meanwhile Tewdrig " veniens improvisus atergo" had fallen 

 on the party that was resting on the slope of the hill, and had put 

 them to the sword. Fingar, hearing cries in that direction, 

 retraced his steps, and on surmounting the elevation due south of 

 the site of the butchery, saw what had taken place. Turning to 

 his comrades he said, " See — this is the place where our labours 

 are to be brought to an end. Let us go forward and meet our 

 fate." On coming up to Tewdrig, " You son of a devil," was his 

 choice address, ' ' do your father' s work quickly. ' ' Then, kneeling 

 down, he extended his neck, and the tyrant, at a single blow 

 smote off his head. Fingar had planted his staff at his side, and 

 there it remained, took root and grew into a tree, but of what 

 description, Anselm was unable to state. 



Almost immediately, the decapitated saint rose to his feet, 

 picked up his head and walked with it to the top of the hill. But 

 here he encountered a couple of wrangling women, who addressed 

 each other in such abusive terms, that the saint exclaimed ' ' I can- 

 not endure this !" and he cursed the spot that thenceforth it should 

 grow no other crop than scolds. 



The hill is the bit of moor behind Gwinear, now covered with 

 the refuse of the manor mine. Disgusted at the language em- 

 ployed by the women, S. Fingar turned aside and walked in the 

 direction of E,ewala, but coming, in the bottom, to a beautifvil 

 fountain, he proceeded to wash liis head there " in quo loco 

 gratissimus fons, jugi rivo, usque hodie emanare non cessat." 



This well is called Tammis or Keat's Well, and the cottagers 

 of Relistien have recourse to it for their water. It is not easily 

 found, being in a furze-brake, near another spring and stream. It 

 lies deep, and has steps cut in the rock, or built descending into 

 the water, which is of the purist quality. But Fingar' s perigri- 

 nations did not end there. Having cleaned his head he returned 

 to the site of the massacre, which at the time when Anselm wrote 

 was divided from the well by a small wood. There Fingar sank 

 on the ground and expired. A copious spring issued from the 



