Levan must have been a strong man, for he once split a rock by
striking it with his fist, and then prophesied:
When with panniers astride
A pack-horse can ride
Through St. Levan's stone
The world will be done.
The stone was still to be seen, and in the fissure made by the saint the
flowers and ferns were still growing; but there did not appear to be any
danger of the immediate fulfilment of the saint's prophecy!
[Illustration: SENNEN CHURCH.]
We now walked on to one of the finest groups of rocks in the country,
named "Tol-Peden-Penwith"--a great mass of granite broken and shattered
into the most fantastic forms and wonderfully picturesque. It formed the
headland round which Tregeagle had to carry the sand, and the remainder
of the coast from there to Land's End and beyond formed similar
scenery. We were quite enraptured with the wild beauty of the different
headlands and coves pointed out to us by our friend; but suddenly he saw
a church tower in the distance, and immediately our interest in the
lovely coast scenery faded away and vanished, for our friend, pointing
towards the tower, said he knew a public-house in that direction where
he had recently had a first-class tea.
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