It was near St. Levan’s Church that the stranger was buried, but when this happened was beyond record.  St. Levan himself appeared to have been a fisherman, but only for food, not sport; the valley in his day was not the dreary place it was now, for grass and flowers sprang up in his footsteps and made a footpath from his church to the sea.  He only caught one fish each day, as that was sufficient for his frugal meal.  One evening, however, when he was fishing, he felt a strong pull at his line, and on drawing it up found two fish (bream) on his hook.  As he only needed one and desired to be impartial and not to favour one more than the other, he threw them both into the sea.  Then he threw his line in afresh, and again they both came on the hook, and were again thrown back; but when they came a third time, St. Levan thought there must be some reason for this strange adventure, and carried them home.  On reaching his house he found his sister St. Breaze and her two children had come to visit him, and he was glad then that he had brought the two fish, which were cooked for supper.  The children were very hungry, as they had walked a long distance, and ate fast and carelessly, so that a bone stuck in the throat of each and killed them!

St. 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.  We all three hurried away across stone fences towards the place indicated until we reached a road, and we had just turned off on coming to a junction, when we heard a stentorian voice in the distance saying, “Hi!  That’s not the way!” We had forgotten all about the driver for the moment, but there he was in another road a few fields away, so we shouted and motioned to him to follow us, and we all had tea together while his horse was stabled in the inn yard.  The tea, for which we were quite ready, was a good one, and when we had finished we walked on to the Land’s End, giving our driver an idea of the probable time we should be ready for him there.