The country, inland, however, does not partake of the rugged nature of the cliffs.  It slopes gradually towards them—­so gradually that it may be termed flat, and if a stranger were to walk towards the sea over the fields in a dark night, the first intimation he would receive of his dangerous position would be when his foot descended into the terrible abyss that would receive his shattered frame a hundred feet below.

In one of the fields there is a hole about a hundred yards across, and as deep as the cliffs in that part are high.  It is about fifty or eighty yards from the edge of the cliffs, and resembles an old quarry; but it is cut so sharply out of the flat field that it shows no sign of its existence until the traveller is close upon it.  The rocky sides, too, are so steep, that at first sight it seems as if no man could descend into it.  But the most peculiar point about this hole is, that at the foot of it there is the opening of a cavern, through which the sea rolls into the hole, and breaks in wavelets on a miniature shore.  The sea has forced its way inland and underground until it has burst into the bottom of this hole, which is not inaptly compared to a pot with water boiling at the bottom of it.  When a spectator looks into the cave, standing at the bottom of the “Pot”, he sees the seaward opening at the other end—­a bright spot of light in the dark interior.

“You won’t get nervous, Minnie?” said Ruby, pausing when about halfway down the steep declivity, where the track, or rather the place of descent, became still more steep and difficult; “a slip here would be dangerous.”

“I have no fear, Ruby, as long as you keep by me.”

In a few minutes they reached the bottom, and, looking up, the sky appeared above them like a blue circular ceiling, with the edges of the Gaylet Pot sharply defined against it.

Proceeding over a mass of fallen rock, they reached the pebbly strand at the cave’s inner mouth.

“I can see the interior now, as my eyes become accustomed to the dim light,” said Minnie, gazing up wistfully into the vaulted roof, where the edges of projecting rocks seemed to peer out of darkness.  “Surely this must be a place for smugglers to come to!”

“They don’t often come here.  The place is not so suitable as many of the other caves are.”

From the low, subdued tones in which they both spoke, it was evident that the place inspired them with feelings of awe.

“Come, Minnie,” said Ruby, at length, in a more cheerful tone, “let us go into this cave and explore it.”

“But the water may be deep,” objected Minnie; “besides, I do not like to wade, even though it be shallow.”

“Nay, sweet one; do you think I would ask you to wet your pretty feet?  There is very little wading required.  See, I have only to raise you in my arms and take two steps into the water, and a third step to the left round that projecting rock, where I can set you down on another beach inside the cave.  Your eyes will soon get used to the subdued light, and then you will see things much more clearly than you would think it possible viewed from this point.”