Part 18 (1/2)
But after a few days this became monotonous to us boys, who had plenty of things to tempt us about the cliffs and the sh.o.r.e, and I'm going to put down one or two of our bits of adventure which we had about this time.
Our little bay or cove was one of three or four little bays within one big bay, formed by Norman's Head at the west and Barn's Nose in the east, and all round from point to point there was one tremendous wall or cliff of reddish or bluish rock, nowhere less than a couple of hundred feet high; and the only places where you could get down to the sea were at the heads of the coves, or where one of the little streams from the moor made its way down to the beach. Here and there when the tide was low lay patches of blackish sand, but the foot of the cliffs nearly all the way was one jumble of great rocks, beginning with lumps, say as big as a chest of drawers, and running up to rugged ma.s.ses as large as cottages.
They did not look so big when you were up on the cliff path, six or seven hundred feet above them; but when the tide went down, and we boys went for a ramble over and among them, it was to find the smaller blocks nearly as high as our heads, while the big ones made the most magnificent climbing any lad could wish for who was an enemy to the knees of his breeches and the toes of his boots.
Of course we could have gone east or west along the cliff path as peaceably as the sheep; but what was a walk like that to wandering in and out among the sea-weed-hung ma.s.ses, full of corners and ways as a maze; with rock pools amongst them, and chasms and rifts, and rock arches and hollows, and caves without end?
Some of these blocks were of a sort of limestone or grit, and they were rugged and rounded at the corner, and lumpy, but the slaty rocks were generally flat-sided, and split off regularly, forming smooth flat forms that often rose one above another in rough steps, so that you could easily climb to the tops, or, where they had fallen and split away from the cliff, and lay resting against one another, you could walk under what seemed to be like great stone lean-to sheds, whose floors were as often as not water as pure and clear as crystal.
It was a wonderful place, and never ceased to attract us, for there was always something to find when the tide had gone down leaving the rocks bare.
All the things that lived or grew upon them had been seen by us hundreds of times, but after some months at school they always seemed new again, and we got our little p.a.w.n nets and baskets, and went prawning with as great zest as ever.
There are plenty of ways to go prawning, I daresay, but I'll tell you how we managed. We each used to have a small ring net, fixed at the end of a six-foot stick that answered two or three purposes, and, with our little baskets slung at our backs, set off along the sh.o.r.e.
I remember one morning very well. It was about three weeks after finding the lead vein that Bob Chowne and Bigley came over to the Bay, and we started, our Sam saying that it was going to be a very low tide.
Off we went down by the little waterfall which came along by the back of our house, and down to the beach, getting as close to the sea as the rocks would let us, and looking out for the first pool where the sea had left a few prisoners.
We were not long in seeing one, and then the thing was to approach as quietly as possible and look in.
These pools were generally fringed with sea-weed, great greenish-brown fronds in one place, dark streaks of laver in another, and lower down the bottom would be all pink with the fine corallite, while all about the sea-anemones would dot every crack and hole, like round k.n.o.bs of dark red jelly, where the water had left them high and dry, spread out like painted daisy flowers, where they were down in the pool.
No matter how cautiously we approached, something would take fright.
Perhaps it would be a little sh.o.r.e crab that betrayed itself by scuffling down amongst the corallite or sea-weed, perhaps a little fierce-looking bristly fish, which shot under a ledge of the rock all amongst the limpets, acorn barnacles, or the thousands of yellow and brown and striped snaily fellows that crawled about in company with the periwinkles and pelican's feet.
Those were not what we wanted, but the prawns, which would be balancing themselves in the clear water, and then dart backwards with a flip of their tails right under the sea-weed or ledges.
I remember that day so well because it was marked by a big black stone, of which more by and by; and everything connected with our doings that morning seems to stand out quite clear, as the Welsh coast did under the clear blue sky.
We reached our first pool, and Bob Chowne shouted, ”There's one!” while I was certain I saw two more. Then Bob and Bigley softly thrust in their nets, and it became my duty to poke about among the sea-weed and under the ledges where we had seen the prawns take shelter.
At about the second stirring of the overhanging weed on one side, out darted a big prawn. ”I've got him!” cried Bob, and we all shouted ”Hooray!” but when the net was raised, dripping pearls in the bright suns.h.i.+ne, the prawn was not there, for, preferring open water to nets, it had shot between the two and taken shelter under the ledges on the other side.
But there he was, for there was no way out to where the sea sucked and gurgled among the rocks three or four yards away, and we continued our hunt, not to dislodge this one, but three more, one being larger, and two much less.
For a good ten minutes they dodged us about, hiding in all manner of out-of-the-way corners, till all at once it seemed as if they must have gone. The water, that had been brilliantly clear when we started, was now thick with sand and broken sea-weed, and Bigley lifted out his net to clear it and to let the water settle a little before we started again.
”I don't know where they've got to,” said Bob sourly. ”Prawns are not half so easy to catch as they used to be.”
”Hallo! Why, here's one,” cried Bigley just then, as he found one of the biggest kicking about among the sea-weed that he had turned out of the bottom of his net.
This first capture was soon transferred to the basket, and the fact of one being taken so encouraged Bob that he set to with renewed energy, and the result was that we caught two more out of that pool, the biggest of all--at least Bob Chowne said it was--having to be left behind in the inaccessible crack where he had hidden himself.
Another pool and another was visited with excellent luck, for the tide was down lower than usual, and prawns seemed plentiful, there having been plenty of time for them to collect since they were last disturbed, for we boys were the only hunters on that deserted sh.o.r.e. So on we went, one poking about among the weeds till the prawn darted backwards into the nets held ready, and we had soon been able to muster over a dozen.
Then, all at once, we came upon quite a little pool right under a large ma.s.s of rock with a smaller and deeper pool joined to it by a narrow channel between two blocks of stone, and farther from the sea.
We caught sight of several prawns darting under cover as we came in sight, but, to our disgust, found that we could not attack them, the pool being so sheltered by overhanging rocks that the only possible way seemed to be by undressing and going into what was quite a grotto.