We climbed the steep cliff and
strolled slowly back to the village, get
ting fine specimens of the heather on
the way. For some distance we walk
ed on the hedges, which were very
broad and had paths on them. After
a genuine Cornish picnic dinner, at
which every one was snpi>osed to eat
about three' times as much as neces
sary, \v left our parlor at the inn and
visited the light houses, two large
towers with electric lights which with
their cottages made a small village in
themselves. The systems of lighting,
and the machinery, which was French,
English, and American, were very
elaborate and interesting. About a
a mile along the cliffs, a few weeks be
fore the ill-fated "Mosel,” a German
steamer, laden with merchandise and
passengers for the United States, had
gone ashore. We picked our way
along the coast guard path to the
scene of the wreck, and were able to
see the deck of the vessel just below
the surface of the water at the foot of
the dizzy cliff. In a dense fog the
“Mo-el” had run ashore and in the
early morning some five hundred pas
sengers, most of them poor emigrants,
were pulled ashore and taken to Fal
mouth. There, bare headed and with
nothing but what they had upon them,
they were shipped once more for “the
land of the free.” While w e were in
Cornwall saies of damaged goods taken
from the wreck were held in various
Cornish towns.
