Le Rocher escarpé de Michael

Grant Allen

Chapter 8

safest. Once you get to the top you'd better walk along the whole
cliff path to Kynance. They tell me its splendid; the view's so wide;
and you can easily get back across the moor by lunch-time. Only, mind
about the edge, and whatever you do, let no stones roll over."

"All right," Le Neve made answer, clinging close to a point of rock.
"I'll do no damage. It's opening out beautifully on every side now. I
can see round the corner to St. Michael's Mount; and the point at the
end there must be Tol-Pedn-Penwith."




CHAPTER II.

TREVENNACK.


It was a stiff, hot climb to the top of the cliff; but as soon as he
reached it, Eustace Le Neve gazed about him, enchanted at the outlook.
He was not in love with Cornwall, as far as he'd seen it yet; and to
say the truth, except in a few broken seaward glens, that high and
barren inland plateau has little in it to attract or interest anyone,
least of all a traveler fresh from the rich luxuriance of South
American vegetation. But the view that burst suddenly upon Eustace Le
Neve's eye as he gained the summit of that precipitous serpentine
bluff fairly took his breath away. It was a rich and varied one. To
the north and west loomed headland after headland, walled in by steep
crags, and stretching away in purple perspective toward Marazion, St.
Michael's Mount, and the Penzance district. To the south and east huge
masses of fallen rock lay tossed in wild confusion over Kynance Cove
and the neighboring bays, with the bare boss of the Rill and the
Rearing Horse in the foreground. Le Neve stood and looked with open
eyes of delight. It was the first beautiful view he had seen since he
came to Cornwall; but this at least was beautiful, almost enough so to
compensate for his first acute disappointment at the barrenness and
gloom of the Lizard scenery.

For some minutes he could only stand with open eyes and gaze delighted
at the glorious prospect. Cliffs, sea, and rocks all blended with one
another in solemn harmony. Even the blackness of the great crags and
the scorched air of the brown and water-logged moorland in the rear
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