About noon they return, carrying flowers and branches, and a procession of dancing couples is formed at the Town Hall; and this proceeds down the town, dancing in at the front door of every house and out at the back, and so along their way, with a band preceding them, performing the traditional Furry Dance tune, which is not of any remarkable age, being a hornpipe. The dancers first trip in couples, hand in hand, during the first part of the tune, forming a string of from thirty to forty couples, or perhaps more; at the second part of the tune the first gentleman turns, with both hands, the lady behind him, and her partner turns in like manner as the first lady; then each gentleman turns his own partner, and they trip on as before. The other couples pair and turn in the same way and at the same time. It is considered a slight to pass a house and not to dance through it. Finally the train enters the Assembly Room, and there resolves itself into an ordinary waltz. As soon as the first party has finished another goes through the same evolutions, and then another, and so on; and it is not till late at night that the town returns to its peaceful propriety. The dancers on the first day are the gentlemen and ladies. The servants go through the same proceedings on the morrow. I have given both the song and tune in my _Songs of the West_. A few years ago the celebration was discontinued; but this provoked such dissatisfaction that it was revived with fresh zest. The visitor to Helston may see an occasional pixy pot on a roof-ridge of an old house. This is a bulbous ornament, on which the pixies are supposed to dance, and in dancing drop luck on the house below. Loe Pool is the largest lake in Cornwall; the only other is Dozmare. It is a beautiful sheet of fresh water cut off from the sea by a pebble ridge, which it was wont to overflow, but a culvert has been bored through the rocks to enable the Cober to discharge without, as formerly, rising and inundating the land below Helston. It is really marvellous to see how the mesembryanthemum flourishes here, throwing up masses of pink and white blossom. In the neighbourhood it is fondly dreamed that this was the tarn into which Arthur had Excalibur cast. “On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water----” After the sword had been cast in, hither Arthur was carried by Sir Bedivere. “To left and right The bare black cliff clang’d round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag, that rang Sharp smitten with the dint of armed heels-- And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.”