re heard, they say, 'when all
wyndes are whiste and the sea restes unmoved as a standing poole.' At
times they were so loud as to be heard at least six miles inland, and
the fishermen feared to put out to sea, believing that the ocean was 'as
a greedy Beaste raginge for Hunger, desyers to be satisfyed with men's
carcases.' There were also at that time certain rocks towards Huntcliff
Nab, left bare at low-tide, where 'Seales in greate Heardes like Swine'
were to be seen basking in the sun. 'For their better scuritye,' says
the old writer, 'they put in use a kind of military discipline, warily
preparing against a soddaine surprize, for on the outermost Rocke one
great Seale or more keepes sentinell, which upon the first inklinge of
any danger, giveth the Alarme to the rest by throweing of Stones, or
making a noise in the water, when he tumbles down from the Rocke, the
rest immediately doe the like, insomuch that yt is very hard to overtake
them by cunning.'

In 1842 Redcar was a mere village, though more apparent on the map than
Saltburn; but, like its neighbour, it has grown into a great
watering-place, having developed two piers, a long esplanade other
features, which I am glad to leave to those for whom they were made, and
betake myself to the more romantic spots so plentiful in this
broad county.

CHAPTER IV

THE COAST FROM WHITBY TO SCARBOROUGH

Although it is only six miles as the crow flies from Whitby to Robin
Hood's Bay, the exertion required to walk there along the top of the
cliffs is equal to quite double that distance, for there are so many
gullies to be climbed into and crawled out of that the measured distance
is considerably increased. It is well to remember this, for otherwise
the scenery of the last mile or two may not seem as fine as the
first stages.

As soon as the abbey and the jet-sellers are left behind, you pass a
farm, and come out on a great expanse of close-growing smooth turf,
where the whole world seems to be made up of grass and sky. The footpath
goes close to the edge of the cliff; in some places it has gone too
close, and has disappeared altogether. But these diversions can be
avoided without spoiling the magnificent glimpses of the rock-strewn
beach nearly 200 feet below. From above Saltwick Bay there is a grand
view across the level grass to Whitby Abbey, standing out alone on the
green horizon. Down below, Saltwick Nab runs out a bare black arm into
the sea, which even in t