"That man is a stockman." "Not one of ours, however," said George Barker; "even at this distance I can see that.

See, he's gone! Strange! I know of no way down the cliff thereabouts.

Would you like to come down to the shore ?" So they began their descent to the shore by a winding path of turf, among tumbled heaps of granite, down towards the rock-walled cove, a horseshoe of smooth white sand lying between two long black reefs, among whose isolated pinnacles the groundswell leapt and spouted ceaselessly.
Halbert remarked, "This granite coast is hardly so remarkable as our Cornish one.

There are none of those queer pinnacles and tors one sees there, just ready to topple down into the sea.

This granite is not half so fantastic." "Earthquakes, of which you have none in Cornwall," said the Doctor, "will just account for the difference.