is task, and now, dashing in
suddenly on his foe, he seized him by the legs, and dragging him to the
edge of the cliff, he sent him, with one mighty push, rolling over and
over down the sides of the steep cliff into the sea below.

The fearful roar which broke from the giant's throat as he disappeared,
the crashing and thudding of his body as it dashed from point to point of
the jagged rocks, made even those hardened savages sicken and turn pale,
but worst of all was the crash with which he came to the bottom, where his
body struck a rock with such violence that it was dashed into a thousand
pieces, and his spouting blood dyed the sea crimson for miles and miles
around.

After that all turned away pale and sobered, the soldiers to their camp,
the giants to their homes, their cowardly hearts full of terror of these
new-comers, and the feasting they had promised themselves by way of
keeping up their victory was postponed indefinitely.

So ended the fight between the giant and the Trojan. It was not playing
the game, but the giants were too cowardly to demand revenge, or to
attempt to punish Corineus, and so the land and all in it fell to the
Trojans.

Later, when Brutus had conquered all Albion, and was dividing some of it
amongst his chiefs, Corineus begged that he might have the giant country,
for he loved hunting the great lumbering fellows, and turning them out of
their caves and hiding-places. So it was given to him, and he called it
Cornwall, because that was something like his own name, and in time he
cleared out all the giants, and in their stead there settled there an
honest, manly people, who worked and tilled the land, and dug up tin, and
did everything that was good, and honourable and industrious, and this is
the kind of people who live there still.

THE GIANT OF ST. MICHAEL'S MOUNT.

I am sure most of you have heard of St. Michael's Mount, the strange,
beautiful, mountain island, which rises up out of the sea down by
Penzance; a mountain island with a grand old castle crowning its summit,
and a picturesque group of cottages nestling at its base.

If you have not, you must coax your parents to take you down there for
your next summer holiday, then you will be able to see the Mount, and
visit it too. And when you are on it you must think to yourself, "Now I
am standing where the Giant Cormoran once stood."

You must look out over the sea, too, which surrounds the giant's Mount,
and try to pic