"It was there, sir, a few years ago, a large ship--The John--was lost during thick weather when making for Plymouth, and upwards of one hundred of her passengers and crew perished," observed Truck, as he pointed out the rocks to us.  "She had no business to be so close in shore, and that is all I can say.  It is sad to think how many stout ships have been cast away on the rocks about here.  When we set to the Lizard we shall see the Stags."