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〃Who owns this wood?〃 said I in Welsh to two men who were limbing a 
felled tree by the road…side。

〃Lord Vivian;〃 answered one; touching his hat。

〃The gentleman is our countryman;〃 said he to the other after I had 
passed。

I was now descending the side of a pretty valley; and soon found 
myself at Pentraeth Coch。  The part of the Pentraeth where I now 
was consisted of a few houses and a church; or something which I 
judged to be a church; for there was no steeple; the houses and 
church stood about a little open spot or square; the church on the 
east; and on the west a neat little inn or public…house over the 
door of which was written 〃The White Horse。  Hugh Pritchard。〃  By 
this time I had verified in part the prediction of the old Welsh 
poet of the post…office。  Though I was not yet arrived at Llanfair; 
I was; if not tired; very thirsty; owing to the burning heat of the 
weather; so I determined to go in and have some ale。  On entering 
the house I was greeted in English by Mr Hugh Pritchard himself; a 
tall bulky man with a weather…beaten countenance; dressed in a 
brown jerkin and corduroy trowsers; with a broad low…crowned buff…
coloured hat on his head; and what might he called half shoes and 
half high…lows on his feet。  He had a short pipe in his mouth; 
which when he greeted me he took out; but replaced as soon as the 
greeting was over; which consisted of 〃Good…day; sir;〃 delivered in 
a frank; hearty tone。  I looked Mr Hugh Pritchard in the face and 
thought I had never seen a more honest countenance。  On my telling 
Mr Pritchard that I wanted a pint of ale; a buxom damsel came 
forward and led me into a nice cool parlour on the right…hand side 
of the door; and then went to fetch the ale。

Mr Pritchard meanwhile went into a kind of tap…room; fronting the 
parlour; where I heard him talking in Welsh about pigs and cattle 
to some of his customers。  I observed that he spoke with some 
hesitation; which circumstance I mention as rather curious; he 
being the only Welshman I have ever known who; when speaking his 
native language; appeared to be at a loss for words。  The damsel 
presently brought me the ale; which I tasted and found excellent; 
she was going away when I asked her whether Mr Pritchard was her 
father; on her replying in the affirmative I inquired whether she 
was born in that house。

〃No!〃 said she; 〃I was born in Liverpool; my father was born in 
this house; which belonged to his fathers before him; but he left 
it at an early age and married my mother in Liverpool; who was an 
Anglesey woman; and so I was born in Liverpool。〃

〃And what did you do in Liverpool?〃 said I。

〃My mother kept a little shop;〃 said the girl; 〃whilst my father 
followed various occupations。〃

〃And how long have you been here?〃 said I。

〃Since the death of my grandfather;〃 said the girl; 〃which happened 
about a year ago。  When he died my father came here and took 
possession of his birth…right。〃

〃You speak very good English;〃 said I; 〃have you any Welsh?〃

〃Oh yes; plenty;〃 said the girl; 〃we always speak Welsh together; 
but being born at Liverpool; I of course have plenty of English。〃

〃And which language do you prefer?〃 said I。

〃I think I like English best;〃 said the girl; 〃it is the most 
useful language。〃

〃Not in Anglesey;〃 said I。

〃Well;〃 said the girl; 〃it is the most genteel。〃

〃Gentility;〃 said I; 〃will be the ruin of Welsh; as it has been of 
many other things … what have I to pay for the ale?〃

〃Three pence;〃 said she。

I paid the money and the girl went out。  I finished my ale; and 
getting up made for the door; at the door I was met by Mr Hugh 
Pritchard; who came out of the tap…room to thank me for my custom; 
and to bid me farewell。  I asked him whether I should have any 
difficulty in finding the way to Llanfair。

〃None whatever;〃 said he; 〃you have only to pass over the bridge of 
the Traeth; and to go due north for about four miles; and you will 
find yourself in Llanfair。〃

〃What kind of place is it?〃 said I。

〃A poor straggling village;〃 said Mr Pritchard。

〃Shall I be able to obtain a lodging there for the night?〃 said I。

〃Scarcely one such as you would like;〃 said Hugh。

〃And where had I best pass the night?〃 I demanded。

〃We can accommodate you comfortably here;〃 said Mr Pritchard; 
〃provided you have no objection to come back。〃

I told him that I should be only too happy; and forthwith departed; 
glad at heart that I had secured a comfortable lodging for the 
night。



CHAPTER XXXII



Leave Pentraeth … Tranquil Scene … The Knoll … The Miller and his 
Wife … Poetry of Gronwy … Kind Offer … Church of Llanfair … No 
English … Confusion of Ideas … The Gronwy … Notable Little Girl … 
The Sycamore Leaf … Home from California。


THE village of Pentraeth Goch occupies two sides of a romantic dell 
… that part of it which stands on the southern side; and which 
comprises the church and the little inn; is by far the prettiest; 
that which occupies the northern is a poor assemblage of huts; a 
brook rolls at the bottom of the dell; over which there is a little 
bridge:  coming to the bridge I stopped; and looked over the side 
into the water running briskly below。  An aged man who looked like 
a beggar; but who did not beg of me; stood by。

〃To what place does this water run?〃 said I in English。

〃I know no Saxon;〃 said he in trembling accents。

I repeated my question in Welsh。

〃To the sea;〃 he said; 〃which is not far off; indeed it is so near; 
that when there are high tides; the salt water comes up to this 
bridge。〃

〃You seem feeble?〃 said I。

〃I am so;〃 said he; 〃for I am old。〃

〃How old are you?〃 said I。

〃Sixteen after sixty;〃 said the old man with a sigh; 〃and I have 
nearly lost my sight and my hearing。〃

〃Are you poor?〃 said I。

〃Very;〃 said the old man。

I gave him a trifle which he accepted with thanks。

〃Why is this sand called the red sand?〃 said I。

〃I cannot tell you;〃 said the old man; 〃I wish I could; for you 
have been kind to me。〃

Bidding him farewell I passed through the northern part of the 
village to the top of the hill。  I walked a little way forward and 
then stopped; as I had done at the bridge in the dale; and looked 
to the east; over a low stone wall。

Before me lay the sea or rather the northern entrance of the Menai 
Straits。  To my right was mountain Lidiart projecting some way into 
the sea; to my left; that is to the north; was a high hill; with a 
few white houses near its base; forming a small village; which a 
woman who passed by knitting told me was called Llan Peder Goch or 
the Church of Red Saint Peter。  Mountain Lidiart and the Northern 
Hill formed the headlands of a beautiful bay into which the waters 
of the Traeth dell; from which I had come; were discharged。  A 
sandbank; probably covered with the sea at high tide; seemed to 
stretch from mountain Lidiart a considerable way towards the 
northern hill。  Mountain; bay and sandbank were bathed in sunshine; 
the water was perfectly calm; nothing was moving upon it; nor upon 
the shore; and I thought I had never beheld a more beautiful and 
tranquil scene。

I went on。  The country which had hitherto been very beautiful; 
abounding with yellow corn…fields; became sterile and rocky; there 
were stone walls; but no hedges。  I passed by a moor on my left; 
then a moory hillock on my right; the way was broken and stony; all 
traces of the good roads of Wales had disappeared; the habitations 
which I saw by the way were miserable hovels into and out of which 
large sows were stalking; attended by their farrows。

〃Am I far from Llanfair?〃 said I to a child。

〃You are in Llanfair; gentleman;〃 said the child。

A desolate place was Llanfair。  The sea in the neighbourhood to the 
south; limekilns with their stifling smoke not far from me。  I sat 
down on a little green knoll on the right…hand side of the road; a 
small house was near me; and a desolate…looking mill at about a 
furlong's distance; to the south。  Hogs came about me grunting and 
sniffing。  I felt quite melancholy。

〃Is this the neighbourhood of the birth…place of Gronwy Owen?〃 said 
I to myself。  〃No wonder that he was unfortunate through life; 
springing from such a region of wretchedness。〃

Wretched as the region seemed; however; I soon found there were 
kindly hearts close by me。

As I sat on the knoll I heard some one slightly cough very near me; 
and looking to the left saw a man dressed like a miller looking at 
me from the garden of the little house; which I have already 
mentioned。

I got up and gave him the sele of the day in English。  He was a man 
about thirty; rather tall than otherwise; with a very prepossessing 
countenance。  He shook his head at my English。

〃What;〃 said I; addressing him in the language of the country; 
〃have you no English?  Perhaps you have Welsh?〃

〃Plenty;〃 said he; laughing 〃there is no lack of Welsh amongst any 
of us here。  Are you a Welshman?〃

〃No;〃 said I; 〃an Englishman from the far east of Lloegr。〃

〃And what brings you here?〃 said the man。

〃A strange errand;〃 I replied; 〃to look at the birth…place of a 

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