Eddystone rock we can easily find on the map, a low, black reef lying S.S.W. of Plymouth, a place of lurking danger as well for ships cruising up and down the Channel as for those coming into Plymouth harbour. In the days of Smeaton, and for some time earlier, the way in which lighthouses were built was for a private man to go to the owner and say, "I will build a lighthouse on that rock if you will let me." If his offer were accepted and he carried out the work he had then the right to levy dues on the ships that passed, or, in other words, to make them pay toll. In this way he sometimes collected quite a large income.
Towards the end of the seventeenth century a man called Winstanley undertook to build a lighthouse on Eddystone. He drew out plans and started on the work, and it was no light work. The base of the rock was narrow and sloping. It was hard to make the foundations fast, for winds and waves had a way of rising suddenly, and the whole of the work would be drowned for the time, and perhaps many of the materials swept away. But by dint of waiting patiently for fine weather and smooth water the building was at last finished. It was made of wood, rather in an ornamental style, and had many projections. It took four years in the building, for although in other parts of the Channel the waters might be smooth enough, yet round the Eddystone they were almost sure to seethe and foam. For several seasons the building stood.
"I wish," exclaimed the builder one day, elated that his work had turned out so well, "that I might be here in the fiercest storm, just to see it stand."
After it had stood some three years from its finish Winstanley went out one day to see to some repairs. He remained on the rock overnight, and during the night his wish, though hardly as he would have had it, was fulfilled. A gale and storm terrific in their fury burst overhead and broke along the English coast. With the first streak of dawn an anxious people looked from shore to see how it fared with the lighthouse. Not a trace of it remained. Not a speck was to be seen on the waters. It and its maker had been utterly swept away!
Next came a man called Rudyerd, who volunteered to build a lighthouse that would stand. He pondered the last, and he came to the conclusion that it had failed in form. He determined to alter that. So he made a long, high column in the shape of a cone, with no ornaments, no projections jutting out to catch the wind, and at the end of four years the thing was finished--a wooden building coated over with oakum and pitch.