KING ARTHUR'S LAND 89 always, in all corners, moss so rich that it might almost be mistaken for a bed of miniature ferns. Climb up on one side and you get a glimpse into a pool, with sides sheer like a hewn cistern, and something so weird and awful in its onyx depths that it suggests robbery with violence, suicides, hangings, and anything else gruesome, while the water drips perpetually from the green lines of slime on its sharp walls. Further on are the glistening piles of slate from a disused quarry. The real quarry of Delabole, famous far and wide, is behind, beside the railway, from which one may look right down into it. The road to Tintagel opens out at last and then, if we are lucky enough to be going westward at sunset, we may see suddenly a hazy glow as of a forest fire over all the wide expanse of sea and sky, and outlined against it the great black lumps of rock off Tre- barwith Strand. With Tintagel must be associated Boscastle but a few miles along the coast to the north, for hardly anyone who visits* the one place will fail to see the other, yet the two are singularly different. Bos- castle lies all down the sides of one of those curious clefts, which would be called chines or denes else- where, and in this instance the drop is extraordin- 12
