enough to find it themselves. Besides, it would take
a deal of cleverness to find the mouth of the
Vouggha when closed with clats of turf and drawn
over with brambles; and that in the garden could be
covered in five minutes—easy." After a pause the
old woman said, "Ah! it 's a pity I be so old and
feeble, or I could show you another as I knows of,
and, I reckon, no one else. But my father he had
the secret. Oh, dear! oh, dear! what is the world
coming to—for education and all kinds o' wickedness? Sure, there 's no smuggling now, and poor folks ha'n't got the means o' bettering themselves like proper Christians."
There are other of these smugglers' resorts extant in Cornwall, usually built up underground—one such at Marsland, in Morwenstow; another at Helliger, near Penzance. The Penrose cave is, however, cut out of the solid rock, and the pickmarks are distinctly traceable throughout. At the end, someone has cut his initials in the rock, with the date 1747.
