[Illustration:  KYNANCE COVE AND THE LION ROCK.  “The fine rock scenery on the coast continues all the way to Land’s End, while isolated rocks in many forms and smugglers’ caves of all sizes are to be seen.”]

[Illustration:  NEAR THE LIZARD.  “The Lizard Point with the neighbouring rocks, both when submerged and otherwise, formed a most dangerous place for mariners, especially when false lights were displayed by those robbers and murderers, the Cornish Wreckers.”]

They decided that Tregeagle, accompanied by two saints to guard him, should be taken to the coast at Padstow, and compelled to stay on the sandy shore making trusses of sand and ropes of sand to bind them, while the mighty sea rose continually and washed them away.  The people at Padstow could get no rest day or night on account of his awful cries of fear and despair, and they sought the aid of the great Cornish Saint Petrox.  The saint subdued Tregeagle, and chained him with bonds, every link of which he welded with a prayer.  St. Petrox placed him at Bareppa, and condemned him to carry sacks of sand across the estuary of St. Looe and empty them at Porthleven until the beach was clean to the rocks.  He laboured a long time at that work, but in vain, for the tide round Treawavas Head always carried the sand back again.  His cries and wails disturbed the families of the fishermen, but a mischievous demon came along, and, seeing him carrying an enormous sack full of sand and pebbles, tripped him up.  Tregeagle fell, and the sack upset and formed the bar that ruined the harbour of Helston, which up to that time had been a prosperous port, the merchant vessels landing cargoes and taking back tin in exchange.  The townspeople, naturally very wroth, sought the aid of the priests, and once more bonds were placed upon Tregeagle.  This time he was sent to the Land’s End, where he would find very few people to hear his awful cries.  There his task was to sweep the sands from Porthcurnow Cove, round the headland called Tol-Peden-Penwith, into Nanjisal Cove.  At this task, it is said, Tregeagle is still labouring, his wails and moans being still borne on the breeze that sweeps over the Land’s End; so as this was our destination, we had rather a queer prospect before us!

Between Gweek and Helston we crossed the famous promontory known as the Lizard, which in length and breadth extends about nine miles in each direction, although the point itself is only two miles broad.  The rocks at this extremity rise about 250 feet above the stormy sea below, and are surmounted by a modern lighthouse.

Originally there was only a beacon light with a coal fire fanned with bellows, but oil was afterwards substituted.  The Lizard Point in those days, with the neighbouring rocks, both when submerged and otherwise, formed a most dangerous place for mariners, especially when false lights were displayed by those robbers and murderers, the Cornish wreckers.