BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



knobby hills, such as one would cut out of dough 

 with a tumbler, with strips of wood straddling over 

 them ; rich valleys with their sides padded with 

 dark-green trees, all complete and devoid of re- 

 lation to each other, but all similar, like a picture- 

 gallery full of replicas of the same landscape. 

 This, we said, was not the kind of thing we had 

 come to Wales to see. 



A shaded stretch of road tempted us at length 

 to urge the Tommies to their own wild trot, and 

 to its vagaries we and the hold-alls rose and fell, 

 bumped and joggled with what grace we might. 

 Roadside heaps of stones, that had till now been 

 merely matter for composed inquiry to the 

 Tommies, became at this pace fraught with all 

 supernatural powers and malign intents, and we 

 cannoned violently and often, as Tom swerved, 

 wild-eyed, from one of these objects of terror, 

 or as Tommy, the ignoble, turned with incredible 

 swiftness and endeavoured to flee home to the 

 chemist. We persevered to the top of a steep 

 descent, where the white dusty road fell away 



