Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-02-03

is serpentine, and so many varied AVID
gorgeous characteristics does this kind of
rock assume that the chlnging aspects of
the cliffs and reefs fill the lover of II tture
with ecstasy. Black green. yellow, red,
waves. rise the clifs Everywhere are
water-worn caves. Some are tiny but glow
in purple and crimson, owing TO the LAVISH
growth Of Saaweed, which gathers fast
on this coast that a fish net is green and
red with plants after few weeks of serv-
ice. Others are lofty with roofs vaulted
like cathedrals, and through their mysteri-
Gus aisles the sea thunders IN organ tones
On calm days the muttering of the surf is
broken again and again by boomings Ike
signal guns. Those are the caves, spouting
forth foam, air and water the tide fills
them.
Several of these spouting caves are
famous and are known by such names as
Bellows and Post Office TIE latter IS so
called because beside the outrush of water
there is an thrush of air so violent that
piece of paper held near the crevlces of the
rock is sucked into the bowels of the
earth with a vast rumbling that dies away
deep below.
when a storm beats the Lizard and it's
rocks, the surf is greater and more te~rib
than any in the world except in a few noted
and dreaded places. So flercely does it bat
ter the stone walls of England's southern
end that men standing on the cliffs imagine
trembling under the shock.
Wonderful Winter Storms.
In winter the waves often beat clear over
the highest point of the rocks till the twin
lights stand in pouring cloud of spray
as if embattled. The on-rush from the
open ocean and the backwash from the
shattered waves clash together and smoke
high in the air. till even the most lofty of
he n
from the broken water that flies across and
over them like gray banners of the sea. AS
far as the eye can see, wind-driyen spray
drifts fast streaming from headland to
headland high over the CULTS, where UNI
ceasing beat of thunder tells that the sea
is whirling itself into white confusion be-
low.
Through that driving mist that moves
steadily like troops of phantom horse the
vast rocks of the pTomontory are visible
only at times. In those occasional ap-
pearances they seem white from bases to
SUBMITS, high do the froth and foam of
the assailng ocean rise.
The very froth itself is beaten SO fiercely
by the turmoil of the sea that 1t attains
consistency of its own and scuds in great
spherical masses across and up the faces of
cliff.
1t is small wonder that in the days of
sail many ships drove in on this fearful
trap-work of rocks Even now in the days
of high powered steamers, the Lizard is
dreaded. But nowadays the ships that go
ashore strike usually because they blunder
into the trap in fog and night. Once, when
the channel procession was white with sail
instead of black with smoke as now, ships
were forced in by the weather, and again
and again the population of the Lizard
watched vessels for days they strug-
gled against the doom that was shutting
in on them steadily.
Loss Of the Jose Oxar.
The records of the Vicar of Mullion (the
parish close on the headlanO tell many
tales of this KIND Thus brigantine ap-
peared one morning embayed in a cove that
had rocks all around its entrance. The
stranger had evidently anchored in the
night and was not attempting to beat to
sea against a rising wind.
Already the sea that was breaking on the
in-shore rocks was too great to permit even
the daring men of the nearby fishing viii
lage of Gunwalloe TO launch a boat and
show the brigantine the one and only way
out of the trap.
All day long she beat to and fro, and all
day long the wind grew and the sea with
1t. When dusk shut IN on the amphithe-
alter below, the surf so mad that as
the vicar says in his report: The break
ers seemed to shake the land
During the night fishermen ran to his
house and said that the ship could not
hold out much longer; that every tack she
made. meant a loss, and brought her more
and more surely to the end
Before daylight the men on her realized
that they had lost the game, and they drop
ped anchors in a last desperate attempt to
hold her from the rocks. But the wind
was so great that the brigantine did not
even get a chance to ride to the anchors
She drove broadside on and struck. The
next moment the fishermen saw only the
top of one of her masts toss in the wild
water and then the tragedy was over
Never another sign was seen of her or
a n iEnp hot
escaped the millstones of that eager Corn
wall sea. 1t showed that she had been the
Jose OXar of Bayonne. Later it was learn
ed that more than thirty had gone down
with her.
Wreck of the Yonkheer
few years after that. the vicar was
awakened again In the night and told that
wreck had been discovered between Pol
lurian and Poljew: Men climbed along the
high cliffs and made perilous ventures
down, their faces toward the pit of the
sea, until at last the stern of a vessel was
discovered, held fast between some rocks
far out
Men were lowered with long ropes, and
they found four in the fragment of ship
three dead women, a dead baby, and a
Greek sailor, who was still alive although
terribly battered by the sea.
the Greek sailor wore woman's watch
ana chain when he was found, and soon
the people began to talk darkly of him.
Thereafter he moved among them as the
shipwrecked man does in Stevenson's story
suspected of murder and pillage and sus-
pected, at last, of being in league with the
evil one; for, said the fishermen no man
could have won out of that sea that night
alive unless he had been helped by the
devil.
So the rescued sailor walked among
the people, and they crossed themselves
when he passed. At last he disappeared
one stormy night, but his memory rema ms
In the lore of the Cornish coast to this day
That wreck was the Yonkheer of Dor
drecht, and twenty-five sailors and pas
sengers went down in It; and" says the
vicar none of US ever forgot the Greek
sailor or spoke of him. except with hatred
and fear"
The people there hated dogs, too, for a
long while. and many of them could never
bear the sight of one. That was because
once, after a still worse shipwreck, the
dogs of Cornwall congregated from many
points of the coast and devoured the dead
among the rocks.
1t was the wreck of a Britith transport
that caused this terrible incident. She was
noble ship. and she entered the channel.