But the erring people were not at all pleased with their visitor. They preferred their own priests and their old teachings, and good St. German had a very hard time of it. But he stuck to his task, preached the true faith, performed remarkable miracles and erected a beautiful church. Yet the stubborn Cornish would not make friends with him. On the contrary they persecuted him in many ways, doing their utmost to drive him away, so that they might be left in peace with their old-fashioned doctrines, which they much preferred to the right and proper teachings of this foreigner. And at last the patience of the saint gave out. The unruly people started a brawl in church during a Sunday morning service. St. German tried to reason with them, but they would not hear him. He prayed for them but they jeered at him, and their conduct became so threatening that the good saint’s companions, fearing for his life, persuaded him to escape from the church. Poor St. German was heartbroken. He felt that his mission had failed utterly. And in the depths of despair he wandered away out to lonely Rame Head, where he sat by the cliffs’ edge and lamented his lack of success. Here he was compelled to hide from his persecutors for some days, and they say that the very rocks wept with him in his grief, and still weep at St. German’s well. But at last the furious mob discovered the saint’s hiding place, and a vast crowd, led by the local priests, came swarming up the hill side of Rame determined to destroy the holy man. St. German faced the maddened rabble fearlessly, praying only for deliverance from their anger. Then, as the first stone was thrown, there came a crash of thunder, and in a blaze of light a fiery chariot was seen descending the hill. The mob started back in terror, but the chariot rolled on to where the saint stood. Two glittering angels were in the chariot. They tenderly lifted St. German from the ground and placed him between them. There followed a great rushing wind, and the amazed and terrified crowd looked upward to see the fiery chariot ascending into the heavens. Then, in mighty dread at the result of their wickedness, the people scattered and fled. St. German was carried safely overseas, where he lived for many years to continue his pious works. It is even said that after a time he returned to Cornwall again and completed his appointed task. At any rate St. German’s Well still flows, and for many centuries--perhaps if you looked hard you could find them still--the marks of the chariot wheels were to be seen burnt into the rock of Rame Head. Rame is a magnificent headland, the easternmost of Cornwall, surmounted by an ancient ruined chapel dedicated to St. Michael. It is the nearest point of land to the Eddystone, and from it on a clear day you can see to the Lizard--the whole length of the county.