Not farre hence, in an open plaine, are to be seene certaine stones,
somewhat squared, and fastened about a foote deepe in the ground,
of which, some sixe or eight stand vpright in proportionable distance:
they are termed, The hurlers. And alike strange obseruation, taketh
place here, as at Stonehenge, to wit, that a redoubled numbring,
neuer eueneth with the first. But far stranger is the country
peoples report, that once they were men, and for their hurling vpon
the Sabboth, so metamorphosed. The like whereof, I remember to
haue read, touching some in Germany (as I take it) who for a
semblable prophanation, with dauncing, through the Priests accursing,
continued it on a whole yere together.
Almost adioyning hereunto, is a heap of rocks, which presse one of a
lesse size, fashioned like a cheese, and therethrough termed
Wringcheese.
I know not well, whether I may referre to the parish of S. Neot in
this Hundred, that which Mat. West, reporteth of K. Alfred, namely,
how comming into Cornwall on hunting, he turned aside, for doing
his deuotion, into a Church, where S.
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