Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . r in frontof us. We met no one save two tramps who eyedus curiously, as members of the fraternity whoought to be able to impart useful facts about thetemper of the nearest farmers wife, or the qualityof the skilly at the Llanberis workhouse ; a littlefarther on, on a long reach of road, quite remote,as it seemed, from human habitation, we met threetall women, dressed alike in widows weeds, andeach pressing a pocket-handkerchief with a wideblack border to the point of a pink nose. Theireyes turned at us above these emblems of woewith somethin
Beggars on horseback; a riding tour in North Wales . r in frontof us. We met no one save two tramps who eyedus curiously, as members of the fraternity whoought to be able to impart useful facts about thetemper of the nearest farmers wife, or the qualityof the skilly at the Llanberis workhouse ; a littlefarther on, on a long reach of road, quite remote,as it seemed, from human habitation, we met threetall women, dressed alike in widows weeds, andeach pressing a pocket-handkerchief with a wideblack border to the point of a pink nose. Theireyes turned at us above these emblems of woewith something of interest, but they did not pause,and went on, three black blots on the white roadbetween the glowing hedgerows ; and we mar-velled if some Welsh Mormon elder had livedand died, unknown, but obviously lamented, inthese sunny solitudes. L 162 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. Pentre Voelas and Cernioge came in their turn,with mild episode of farmhouse and wayside inn,and manifold iterance of Rehoboths and , as we discovered in the buying of a. Three tall uioinen, dressed alike in ividozus weeds. post-card, is pronounced Kernoggy. This eccen-tricity was, so far as we could see, its sole claimto distinction. From the first the Tommies hadestablished a rule to demand nourishment at everyinn they passed, and after twelve miles studded BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 163 with—for them—disappointments, we yielded totheir importunities, and paused at the glowingsign of the Saracens Head, Cerrig-y-Druidion. In the best parlour sat in perfect silence atradesman and his wife, middle - aged, serious,and too entirely respectable to be aware thatthey were bored almost to madness. They wereout on their holiday, therefore they were enjoyingthemselves—and therefore the tradesman read amonth-old copy of the Cyclist, and his wife studiedthe Farmers Gazette, and both eyed us with raven-ous, but decently furtive, interest. For half an hourwe and our safety-skirts were vouchsafed to them,while th
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