rom Landwithiel.

The path I pursued led along the summit of the cliffs; oftentimes
winding so close round the edge of a projecting acclivity, that it
required a clear head and a steady foot, for one false step would have
been instant destruction. The coast below me was justly entitled to take
its place amongst the finest rock-scenery in the island; and exhibited
in its grandest form, the peculiarly wild and picturesque nature of the
coast of Cornwall. After working my way against a head-wind for three or
four miles, I took shelter in Dawlish's Watch Tower, an old half-ruined
building, which commanded an almost boundless look-out. Nearly right
opposite to this station lay the Wolf-stone, an insular, and almost
inaccessible rock, which rose in deep water about three-quarters of a
mile from land. Whilst scanning with my glass the windward horizon, I
accidentally rested on this islet, and I had not looked long before my
gaze was rivetted to it. Two individuals I fancied were standing near a
pole which was erected on the highest point. These lone and unusual
tenants of the sea-birds' home were obviously, from their motions, much
agitated. A heavy driving shower, for a few minutes, wrapped it in mist.
When this cleared off, the black and dreary front of the Wolf-stone
became dimly visible through the tumultuous assemblage of gigantic
breakers, that were every instant grappling with the steep which defied
them. Another minute's observation and I was running at my utmost speed
back to Landwithiel. The captives could be no other than Sam and Arthur
Clovelly.

My arrival caused universal stir and interest in Landwithiel. The
Dasher, the best sea-boat in the harbour was instantly manned, with
directions to pull to Carn Cove, almost opposite the rock, whither the
rest of the men rapidly proceeded along the heights. Helston and myself
also went thither to consult in the first instance, as to the best plan
for relief; for no boat could live, in such a day as this, within some
distance of the rock.

The anxious group gathered on the edge of the cliff; and while a white
flag was running up a boat's mast which we had erected on the tower, we
cheered loudly and repeatedly to assure the distant captives that aid
was nigh.

"It is Sam--God be praised," sang out Helston, who was steadily looking
out through his glass--and every one crowded around. "And is Arthur
there too, Charles?"--"Yes, I see.--Death! I thought that wave would
swee