an the Nare's _Head Sp man makes deserts and reclaims
them. The Nare's Head between the long arms of the Dodman and`the Lizard is a sea-girt headland where the wild and the pastoral are on terms of mutual confidence. The rugged farm buildings crouch under an impassable common of furze and bramble. Above a tiny cove and below the shaggy brow of the -cliff lies a fawn-coloured sheep-pasture, inset like a natural. theatre. The gales might rave from above and the sea shoot up turrets and pinnacles of foam, but the sheep grazed as safely as in Bach's celestial lullaby. As though to celebrate the elemental benignity, a charm of somel0 gold- finches flew between sea and sun, shattering the beams into a dazzle of gold and crimson motes and transfiguring the birds themselves into such fiery sprites as awed the brutish consciousness of Callihan.
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