When the last notes died away, the brothers walked together in silence towards the cottage; Mrs. Trevan followed with Aunt Molly, but John and his children lingered behind to admire and enjoy the magnificent scene. Judith clung close to her father, she was afraid of looking down into the deep sea or scrambling over the rocks without holding him firmly by the hand. Dorothy had no such fear, but watched the dashing waves with delight, and made her way alone through the narrow opening which leads to the extreme point of the Land's End. They found a seat on a flat stone sheltered from the wind by a high rock; here they sat down and looked out on the broad Atlantic. The line of coast ends with Cape Cornwall, Longship's Lighthouse rises from a cluster of rocks about a mile from the shore, while about eight miles distant a dangerous rock of green-stone, called the Wolf, stands boldly up. A lighthouse has been built upon it within the last few years; but in the days of which we write, it had no such beacon to mark it, yet it was viewed with such alarm by mariners that many contrivances were thought of. One of them was to fix the figure of an enormous wolf on the rock, which was to be hollow inside, ad that the wind would make a loud noise in passing through, and ring the bells that were attached to it; but the tides were so strong, and the waves dashed over the rock with such violence, that this proposal was never carried out. The rock on which Longship's Lighthouse is built is called Carn-Brâs. Including the rock, it is about one hundred and twenty-seven feet high. The walls are four feet thick at the base, and two feet seven inches at the top. During winter, when the weather is stormy, the tide rushes furiously against the rock, and renders landing so difficult, that the men in charge have to keep a large stock of provisions by them in case of a gale blowing for some days. "How many people are there at Longship's, father, to take care of it?" asked Dorothy. "Three, my dear. For a long time there were only two; but once a poor fellow in charge was cleaning some fish and fell over a rock. He was dead before his companion discovered him, probably he was killed on the spot. The living man managed to drag the body within shelter of the lighthouse, and then he showed a signal of distress; but though the people at St. Just saw it, they couldn't send help, for a sudden wind sprang up and a heavy storm raged for several days. Since this terrible event the change has been made." "How dreadful for the poor man to be shut away from everybody, with only his dead friend near," said Judith, drawing closer to her father. "I hope he loved God, so that he could talk to him. How glad I am you don't take care of a lighthouse! I shouldn't like you to live nearly alone on a rock, and only come home sometimes."