St. Germans, a quiet little place named after the saint, was the seat of an early bishopric, the splendid old Norman church marking the site of the ancient cathedral. Both St. Germans and Rame Head are easily reached from Plymouth, St. Germans being under ten miles by rail from that place, and in summer boat excursions may be made to Cawsand, a little over a mile from Rame Head, and up the beautiful Lynher River to St. Germans. This part of East Cornwall has a distinctive charm of its own. The Tamar, which forms the county boundary, is most attractive to explore. There are many early churches and castles round about, and the variety of river and sea scenery offered here is obtainable nowhere else in the Duchy. That great arm of the sea, that runs up from Plymouth Sound and comprises the Lynher, the Tamar, and the Tavy estuaries, will in itself provide interest for many excursions, while the barren heights of both the Bodmin Moors and Dartmoor are more easily accessible from Plymouth than from any other centre. [Illustration: _Rame Head._] [Illustration: A man in dark cloak traveling at night, accosted by a specter of an old man.] THE SPECTRE OF ROSEWARNE. Near Camborne, in the mining district of South Cornwall, is Rosewarne, where was once one of the great houses of the county. Two hundred years or so ago an avaricious attorney named Ezekiel Grosse obtained possession of the place by shady means, and this is the fate that befell him. One night, after he had taken possession of the place, Ezekiel, engaged in studying some deeds, looked up to find standing before him a queer wizened little man of ghostly appearance, motioning him to follow. The crafty lawyer, afraid only of losing money, told the apparition to go away. But the little man remained, still making his strange signs. At length Ezekiel asked what he wanted, and the ghost replied: “To show thee where much gold lies buried.” Gold was a bait the lawyer could never resist, but there was something so grim about the manner of his strange visitor that an unfamiliar feeling of dread came upon him, and he was unable at first to rise. “Come,” commanded the ghost. “Gold, Ezekiel, gold.” Ezekiel at last staggered to his feet, now quaking with fear. “Follow me,” said the spectre in a hollow voice, and the lawyer, torn between emotions of fear and greed, obeyed. The spectre led the shivering lawyer out into the grounds of Rosewarne and, after a long walk, they arrived at a little dell surrounded by high banks and trees, in the centre of which was a small carn of granite boulders. In the darkness Ezekiel noticed that his guide seemed to emit a weird phosphorescent light, and he was yet more terrified.