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96 CORNWALL excitement at a place like St. Ives. Often have been described the patient watching of the huers on the cliffs, who with a huge trumpet at length announce their joyful discovery, and by the waving of bushes telegraph the movements of the shoal marked by the colour of the sea and its hovering escort of gulls ; the rush of men, women, and children to the shore with shouts of Jieva f heva ! which is Cornish for the classic Eureka ; the marshalling of the seine boats ; the shooting of the huge nets ; the enclosure of the luckless victims by myriads ; then the hurried orgy of capturing, pickling, and storing, stimulated by its promise of prosperity to the whole place." Alas ! they come but scantily now and there is not much of any sort of fishing to be had. Though just enough to account for the brown-sailed boats lying in the harbour and the blue-jersey ed men belonging to them without which, it may be pre- sumed, the artists would find some paucity of material and perhaps disappear also. St. Ives would not be a Cornish town if it lacked hills and there are plenty to give exercise to leg muscles ; but yet there are some places almost flat, and one has only to descend to the sands to secure a perfectly horizontal walk !