"The stranger, a native of some inland town, and
entirely unacquainted with Cornwall and its ways,
had reached the brink of the tide just as a landing
was coming off. It was a scene not only to instruct
a townsman, but to dazzle and surprise.
"At sea, just beyond the billows, lay a vessel, well moored with anchors at stem and stern. Between the ship and the shore boats laden to the gunwale passed to and fro. Crowds assembled on the beach to help the cargo ashore.
"On the one hand a boisterous group surrounding a keg with the head knocked in, into which they dipped whatsoever vessel came first to hand; one man had filled his shoe. On the other side they fought and wrestled, cursed and swore.
"Horrified at what he saw, the stranger lost all self-command and, oblivious of personal danger, he began to shout: 'What a horrible sight! Have you no shame? Is there no magistrate at hand? Cannot any justice of the peace be found in this fearful country?'
" ’No, thanks be,' answered a hoarse, gruff voice; ’none within eight miles.'
" 'Well, then,' screamed the stranger, 'is there no clergyman hereabouts? Does no minister of the parish live among you on this coast?'
"'Aye, to be sure there is,' said the same deep voice.
"'Well, how far off does he live? Where is he?'
" ’That's he, sir, yonder with the lantern.' And sure enough, there he stood on a rock, and poured,
