Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second SeriesBottrell, William
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Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series
Bottrell, William
Cornwall (England : County) -- Social life and customs; Legends -- England -- Cornwall (County)
The elder ones said it was then too late—they must be all
home to Treve before sundown, or their mammies would strap[134]
them soundly and send them to bed without supper. But
the babe-giant said, "I'll go, for I want some gweans to play
five-stones, and lempots too, that my da may shoe the cats with
croggans (limpet-shells) and codgey-wax (cobblers'-wax). He
do dearly like that fun, and my ma do never beat me."
"Come along then, my turtle," said the witch, as she took his
hand and led him off.
On the way she took from her basket many toys and showed
him how to play with them. This pleased him, so that he thought
no more of Cowloe, and she led him away over the Green to Brew
Moors, where, to divert him she changed herself into the shape of
a horse, and he trotted on her a mile or more, when she resumed
her woman's form, and led him into Castle Treen, where he was
received with open arms by the mistress.
It would take long to tell how he was caressed by the childless
pair and fed by their people.
He often reposed, during his infancy, in a small chair that may
still be seen near the large one in which the giant usually rested—the
one just opposite the Logan Rock; and, until he grew too
big, he frequently slept in the giant's arms.
At sunrise in summer the old giant delighted to carry him up
to Castle Peak, where he placed the infant to stand on the topmost
stone, which was much higher then than now, and named to
him all the noted places within ken. After turning him round that
he might behold the magnificent prospect on either hand of wild,
sea-lashed headlands in the distance, and noble carns towering
near, he would exclaim, "My dear boy, who wouldn't be proud
of such a home as this? Believe me, dear son, in all this western
land—from the Lizard Point, that you see yonder, to Pedn-Penwith,
which lies under the setting sun—there is not another giant
who owns a place equal to Castle Treen; and all shall be thine,
my darling, when I am dead and gone."
When the sun shone warm he took baby down to the Castle
Leas, near the Gap. This was his favourite fishing place, where a
deep pit may still be seen in which he pounded browse, that was
cast on the water to entice in fish. From these rocks, at the
water's edge, the giant, like a monstrous dolphin, stretched on the
sea with the boy standing on his broad back, and holding on by
the hair of his head like bridle-reins with both hands, would
swim out and round to the Sees—the rock that stands like an
island in Gampar, (Close or Little Cove), just under Hal-dynas,
and at the eastern end of the outer mound of his fortress.
Having rested there awhile and given the cheeld a few shags'
eggs, limpets, mussels, and such like dainties, back they would
steer, but farther out; and, coasting all the seaboard of his
Castle, land in Par Pry.
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