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THE month of August had nearly run its course when, one hot afternoon, an old man, spare of figure and bent shouldered, with a knapsack at his back, paused to rest on the little bridge at the entrance of the village of Newlyn, and gazed about him fully appreciative of the beauty of the scene. Before him lay the village, a busy little port, with its two fine piers forming a safe harbour for the fishing fleet, whilst looking towards Penzance, from which town he had walked, his eyes rested on a sweep of wet sands, for it was low tide.
"It must be nearly five o'clock," thought the old man, who was no other than the cobbler from Sun Court on his annual holiday. "Time for me to be getting on. I must see about a lodging for the night; I daresay there 'll not be much difficulty about that; but, first of all, I'll call on my friends. I remember the cottage where Robin's grandfather used to live, and I don't suppose he's changed his abode; I'll soon find out, at any rate."