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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 man 
who has long been dead。〃

〃Do you come to seek for an inheritance?〃 said the man。

〃No;〃 said I。  〃Besides the man whose birth…place I came to see; 
died poor; leaving nothing behind him but immortality。〃

〃Who was he?〃 said the miller。

〃Did you ever hear a sound of Gronwy Owen?〃 said I。

〃Frequently;〃 said the miller; 〃I have frequently heard a sound of 
him。  He was born close by in a house yonder;〃 pointing to the 
south。

〃Oh yes; gentleman;〃 said a nice…looking woman; who holding a 
little child by the hand was come to the house…door; and was 
eagerly listening; 〃we have frequently heard speak of Gronwy Owen; 
there is much talk of him in these parts。〃

〃I am glad to hear it;〃 said I; 〃for I have feared that his name 
would not be known here。〃

〃Pray; gentleman; walk in!〃 said the miller; 〃we are going to have 
our afternoon's meal; and shall be rejoiced if you will join us。〃

〃Yes; do; gentleman;〃 said the miller's wife; for such the good 
woman was; 〃and many a welcome shall you have。〃

I hesitated; and was about to excuse myself。

〃Don't refuse; gentleman!〃 said both; 〃surely you are not too proud 
to sit down with us?〃

〃I am afraid I shall only cause you trouble;〃 said I。

〃Dim blinder; no trouble;〃 exclaimed both at once; 〃pray do walk 
in!〃

I entered the house; and the kitchen; parlour; or whatever it was; 
a nice little room with a slate floor。  They made me sit down at a 
table by the window; which was already laid for a meal。  There was 
a clean cloth upon it; a tea…pot; cups and saucers; a large plate 
of bread…and…butter; and a plate; on which were a few very thin 
slices of brown; watery cheese。

My good friends took their seats; the wife poured out tea for the 
stranger and her husband; helped us both to bread…and…butter and 
the watery cheese; then took care of herself。  Before; however; I 
could taste the tea; the wife; seeming to recollect herself; 
started up; and hurrying to a cupboard; produced a basin full of 
snow…white lump sugar; and taking the spoon out of my hand; placed 
two of the largest lumps in my cup; though she helped neither her 
husband nor herself; the sugar…basin being probably only kept for 
grand occasions。

My eyes filled with tears; for in the whole course of my life I had 
never experienced so much genuine hospitality。  Honour to the 
miller of Mona and his wife; and honour to the kind hospitable 
Celts in general!  How different is the reception of this despised 
race of the wandering stranger from that of …。  However; I am a 
Saxon myself; and the Saxons have no doubt their virtues; a pity 
that they should be all uncouth and ungracious ones!

I asked my kind host his name。

〃John Jones;〃 he replied; 〃Melinydd of Llanfair。〃

〃Is the mill which you work your own property?〃 I inquired。

〃No;〃 he answered; 〃I rent it of a person who lives close by。〃

〃And how happens it;〃 said I; 〃that you speak no English?〃

〃How should it happen;〃 said he; 〃that I should speak any?  I have 
never been far from here; my wife who has lived at service at 
Liver

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