rocking to its base when smitten hy the tempest blows, and
the chains swinging and clanking in harsli horrifiod accom-
paniment. The fiction is grand, but it is a fiction. They
don't clank at all. Not a claiik. They there lie anid rust
in motionless idleness, and would do so if all the tenants of
the cave ^olus were to spend their utmost rage upon and
around that high summit*

" "We strolled about the little enclosed platform, climbed
up to the shrine, and examined the sacred foot-print. The
latter is what Mr. Wackford Squeers would call • a rum
and a holy thing.* Still, I was not altogether satisiied
with it. It is, I think, some five and a half feet long, but
how is it that it is not bigger? Why do they stop at five
and a half feet ? Tliis would only give a stature to Buddha
or Sivii of some forty feet. But I like to think of Siva as
rather a tall party. Then, the shape of the thing? "Why
do they call it a foot-print at all? Curtainly, by adding a
lot of cement, and Tbits of tile, and by other devices, they
have made it look something that may i)aBs for being a very,
lame representation of a foot on a rather large scale, but
ivho was the first ima'ginative genius who thought that
that depression in the rock resembled a foot in any way ?>



• The cliains certainly did not clank when the writer of the preceding
sketch was on the Peak. But there Is nothing to hinder them doing so,'
when the wind ia blowing strongly from particular quarters, since they
hang loosely down from their fastenings at the top of the cliiT; and the
natives positively assert that at such tiuiuB they clank loudly.
