Legend Land, Volume 2

Legend Land, Volume 2, by Various

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Title: Legend Land, Volume 2 Being a Collection of Some of The Old Tales Told in Those Western Parts of Britain Served by The Great Western Railway
Author: Various
Release Date: January 2, 2007 [EBook #20249]
Language: English
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G.W.R: The Line to Legend Land.
THE ABBOT'S WAY Page 24 TAVISTOCK Page 20 BRENT TOR Page 4 BUCKLAND ABBEY Page 16 DEAN COMBE Page 12 THE PARSON AND THE CLERK Page 8
Vol. Two Front End]
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LEGEND LAND
Being a collection of some of the OLD TALES told in those Western Parts of Britain served by the GREAT WESTERN RAILWAY, now retold by LYONESSE
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VOLUME TWO
Published in 1922 by THE GREAT WESTERN RAILWAY [FELIX J. C. POLE, GENERAL MANAGER] PADDINGTON STATION, LONDON

CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS
The Church the Devil Stole Page 4 The Parson and the Clerk 8 The Weaver of Dean Combe 12 The Demon Who Helped Drake 16 The Samson of Tavistock 20 The Midnight Hunter of the Moor 24 The Lost Land of Lyonesse 28 The Piskie's Funeral 32 The Spectre Coach 36 St. Neot, the Pigmy Saint 40 The Old Man of Cury 44 The Hooting Carn 48 The Padstow May Day Songs (Supplement) 52
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This is a reprint in book form of the second series of The Line to Legend Land leaflets, together with a Supplement, "The Padstow May Day Songs."
The Map at the beginning provides a guide to the localities of the six Devon legends; that at the back to those of Cornwall.
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Printed by SPOTTISWOODE, BALLANTYNE & COMPANY LIMITED, One New Street Square, London, E.C.4

FOREWORD
The western parts of our country are richer in legend than any other part. Perhaps this is because of the Celtic love of poetry and symbolism inherent in the blood of the people of the West; perhaps because of inspiration drawn from the wild hills and bleak moors of the lands in which they live; perhaps because life is, and always was, quieter there, and people have more time to remember the tales of other days than in busier, more prosaic, districts.
Most of the Devon legends cluster around the grim wastes of Dartmoor, and, like that wonderful stretch of country, are wild and awe-inspiring. The devil and his wicked works enter largely into them, and there is reason to believe them to be among the oldest tales known to us. Possibly they were not new when the hut circles of the Moor were inhabited and Grimspound was a busy village.
Some of the Cornish stories told in this series, like the story of Lyonesse and of Parson Dodge and the Spectre Coach, have their beginning in historical fact; yet into the latter story has been woven a tale that is centuries older, in origin, than the days of the eccentric priest of Talland.
But old tales, like old wine, need nothing but themselves to advertise them. In their time they have entertained--who can say how many hearers through the ages? And they are still good--read or told--to amuse as many more.
LYONESSE

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THE CHURCH THE DEVIL STOLE
Most travellers to the West know queer little Brent Tor, that isolated church-crowned peak that stands up defiantly a mile or two from Lydford, seeming, as it were, a sentry watching the West for grim Dartmoor that rises twice its height behind it. Burnt Tor, they say, was the old name of this peak, because, seen from a distance, the brave little mountain resembles a flame bursting upwards from the earth. Others--with less imagination and perhaps more knowledge--would have us believe that Brent Tor was once a volcano, and that it really did burn in ages long since.
But the old folk of the neighbourhood care less for the name of their Tor than for the strange story of the church that crowns its summit.
Ever so long ago, they will tell you, the good folk of the lower lands around the foot of the hill decided to build themselves a church. They had long needed one; so long that the Devil, who roamed about Dartmoor, had begun to consider that such an irreligious community was surely marked down for his own.
That is why, when he came upon the people one day setting to work to build a church, he was overcome with fury.
But he seems to have thought it all out carefully, and to