an exhibition would
be offered yearly, to be called the "Hardhide Exhibition," for the best
essay on the gigantic remains of south-west Britain.

From the _Scampingtonian_, January 25th.

Term has begun. We are glad to say that our chum, a Pie--now Sir Hugh a
Pie--has been unanimously elected captain of the football club.

From the _Stilly Gazette_, April 3rd.

At the mart on Monday were sold the three Giant Hotels of Giants' Bay.
The bidding was very slack, but we understand the lots were eventually
knocked down to a dealer in old bricks.

Our respected fellow-islander, Dr John Smith, has had the honour of
being presented at court, where his Majesty has been pleased to confer
on him several stripes, and the order of the Giant Killer. A public
reception is to be held in the market-place to welcome home Sir John
Smith, G.K., M.D., on his return from London.

From the _Giants' Bay Broadsheet_, June 1st.

The offices of this paper being now closed, subscribers are requested to
forward outstanding accounts by return to Messrs. Payup and Shellout,
Solicitors, London.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Sub-Chapter I.

THE COASTGUARDSMAN'S YARN.

A LEGEND OF THE CIVIL WAR.

Several summers ago I happened to be spending a few weeks at W--, a
small fishing village on the Welsh coast. A beautiful little place it
was, nestling in a break of the cliffs which rose majestically above it
on either side and stretched in gaunt rugged walls seaward.

The beautiful bay, with its sunset lights behind the grand headland,
with its deep caves and tumbled rocks, and above all its blue waters,
lying sometimes calm and motionless, and at others dashing furiously at
the foot of the cliffs, was enough to attract any lover of nature.

And dull little place as it was, with its one tiny inn and its handful
of natives, the time I spent there, with my easel and paint-brush, was
one of the most enjoyable of my life.

But beautiful as the view was from the land, I found the view from the
sea still more attractive, and in order to gratify my tastes in this
respect, I took pains to get myself into the good graces of one or two
of the fishermen, a few of whom could speak English, and many times
accompanied them on their fishing cruises in the bay, where, while they
toiled at the nets, I sat and drank in the thousand beauties of the
coast, or worked eagerly with my brush to commit them to canvas.

The expedition I liked best was towards the southe