Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . oks progress through that long hotSunday. She was descending to the addition of 46 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. an eyeglass and a cigarette, when a pebbledropped into the water beside us. As we lookedup to the parapet of the bridge, another pebblewas dropped, and there was an eldritch falsettolaugh. We caught one difficult glimpse of a greybeard and a Tyrolean hat, a running footstepresounded above, and then silence. It seemedtime for evening church, and we retired. BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 47 CHAPTER IV. A DARK-FACED Kelt ina blue suit was readingthe
Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . oks progress through that long hotSunday. She was descending to the addition of 46 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. an eyeglass and a cigarette, when a pebbledropped into the water beside us. As we lookedup to the parapet of the bridge, another pebblewas dropped, and there was an eldritch falsettolaugh. We caught one difficult glimpse of a greybeard and a Tyrolean hat, a running footstepresounded above, and then silence. It seemedtime for evening church, and we retired. BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 47 CHAPTER IV. A DARK-FACED Kelt ina blue suit was readingthe First Lesson as:- we made our in mindMiss OFlannigans riding-habit, it required nerve topresent ourselves to the Church ofMallwydd at this shelterless stageof the service, but the congregation appeared to beinured to tourists. They scarcely ceased in theirattention to the reader, and to his serious andcareful rendering of the Lesson in his nativetoneue. Darkling we listened until the twicerepeated Samooel, Samooel, suddenly flung out. 48 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. from the dark stream of Welsh, apprised us thatit was the call of Samuel and the humiliation ofEli with which his strong brows rose or bent insympathy. Behind the reader was a glimpse of a surplicedarm, and a pale and languid hand supporting agrey head with the air of melancholy befitting apastor of the Church of Wales at the presentcrisis. The thought of coming disaster was in-separable from him and the venerable little church,while the service progressed through prayers andhymns with a fervour worthy of dissent; andwhen the grey head and the sad face were aboveus in the pulpit, and the text, The violent take itby force, was given out in Welsh and English,it was easy to imagine the drift of the sermonthat followed, spoken, or rather sung, as theWelsh manner is, in the preachers native the monotony of a mountain wind, withthe swinging cadence of a belfry, the minorperiods rose and died. It might
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