The details he had secured, though hastily prepared, were sufficient for the purpose. His report was considered and the character of the beacon decided. There was some discussion as to the most favourable situation for the light upon the rock, so a more detailed survey was demanded to settle this problem. This task was entrusted to an Englishman, Mr. John R. Trewavas, who was familiar with work under such conditions. He was a master-mason of Portland and had been engaged upon the construction of the Wolf Rock, one of the most notable and difficult works of its kind in the history of lighthouse engineering. He pushed off to the rock on September 18, 1879, in a surf-boat, only to find the usual state of things prevailing. The boat was run in, and, emulating the first engineer’s feat, he cleared the water and landed on the steep, rocky slope; but it was wet and slippery, and his feet played him false. He stumbled, and stooped to regain his balance, but just then a roller curled in, snatched him up and threw him into the whirlpool of currents. Life-lines were thrown, and the surf-boat struggled desperately to get near him, but he was dragged down by the undertow and never seen again. This fatality scared his companions, who returned hastily to the mainland. The recital of their dramatic story stirred the public to such a pitch that the authorities were frantically urged to abandon the project of lighting the Tillamook. Mr. David Stevenson related to me an exciting twenty minutes which befell him and his brother while surveying a rock off the west coast of Scotland. They had been waiting patiently for a favourable moment to effect a landing, and when at last it appeared they drew in and clambered ashore. But they could not advance another inch. The rock was jagged and broken, while its surface was as slippery as ice owing to a thick covering of slimy seaweed whereon boots could not possibly secure a hold. Having gained the rock with so much difficulty, they were not going away empty-handed. As they could not stand in their boots, they promptly removed them, and, taking their line and levels, picked their way gingerly over the jagged, slippery surface in their stockinged feet. Movement certainly was exceedingly uncomfortable, because their toes displayed an uncanny readiness to find every needle-point on the islet; but the wool of their footwear enabled them to obtain a firm grip upon the treacherous surface, without the risk of being upset and having a limb battered or broken in the process. Twenty minutes were spent in making investigations under these disconcerting conditions, but the time was adequate to provide all the details required. When they had completed the survey and had regained their boat--a matter of no little difficulty in the circumstances--their feet bore sad traces of the ordeal through which they had passed. However, their one concern was the completion of the survey; that had been made successfully and